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gouraminnow · 12 days ago

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Birds of a Feather

(Entirely platonic | SFW | Marco & OC) Marco the Phoenix is found by an orphaned harpy child that mistakes him for one of their own kind. It takes less than a day to commit to adoption- he really is taking after his father.

Warnings: Past world government/celestial dragon related incident, drugging/sedation. This is self indulgent fluff catered to me and exactly one other person she knows who she is. Hi <3

Marco had just wanted to stretch his wings. The winter island they’d all stopped at was beautiful- sloping hills, valleys and deep forests blanketed in thick snow, with the soft orange lights of the small town that had only recently sprung up. They weren’t going to be here very long- at least they didn’t plan on it. Apparently, there were some nice hot springs in more remote areas, and some of the others had asked him to see if he spotted them on his flight. Whether or not his brothers actually wished to commit to the hike when there was booze to be had in town was another matter, but he enjoyed the airtime anyway. The clear wintery skies were quiet and refreshing.

Cresting over a hill and peering down into a valley, he spots the stacked hot spring pools overlapping like fish scales.

But he also spotted something else.

When he swooped lower to get a look at the layered pools of the springs, he also noticed a small white shape- scampering through underbrush, between trees, trying to keep up with him despite being grounded. He can’t get a good look from up here- but whatever it is, it’s awfully little and makes no attempts to conceal itself. He dips again, going lower in an attempt to catch a glimpse of this thing- aiming for a clearing between some pools up ahead, he turns in a wide arc, flaring his wings out to catch the frigid air and slow his descent. He kicks up a healthy plume of snow when he lands, and takes a second to shake himself off. He stands still, arms still transformed into wings as he searches for any movement- though he doesn’t have to wait long. Something white and fluffy with bits of gray and black darts right toward him with a loud trill. He steps to the side, the tiny thing skidding right past him with an undignified squawk.

The fluffy mess shakes itself off, and he’s met with the confused face of… some sort of little bird creature. It can’t be much taller than his mid-thigh. It wears no clothes, but it does have a leather shoulder bag. It’s covered from head to taloned toe in thick, downy feathers. It has wings instead of arms, but longer, more dextrous phalanges form three functional fingers at each wrist. Little black talons poke through a generous amount of unkempt plumage at both the feet and pseudo-hands, and the face- large, black eyes rimmed with orange, with bright blue circular markings on the cheeks, framed by a wild mane of… well, feathers, but it takes the place of hair. Two little tufts stick out on top of its head, not unlike the “ears” of a great-horned owl. They’re covered in gray and black stripes and speckles- impressive camouflage. He’s sure if the little beast had actually tried to be stealthy, he never would have noticed them.

But it wasn’t. It was dead-set on getting his attention. It didn’t take a genius to be able to guess that it mistook him for its own kind. He furrows his brow, watching it shake itself off and look back up at him, releasing a quizzical chirp. His mouth presses into a firm line. This was… probably a harpy chick. While harpies were typically depicted with bare faces and torsos, this was a cold environment. Probably just a climate-specific adaptation- or maybe they’re completely feathered as babies and they’ll lose coverage as they age. It chirps at him again, taking a tentative step forward, and he sighs. He’s not sure what to do here. He’s unfamiliar with whatever this species is, and he doesn’t want to inadvertently upset some territorial parents. While the little one seems to think he’s one of them, it’s entirely possible the adults would know better. He looks around- scanning the treeline, the clearing, the sky- and finding no hint of any other presence, he turns back to the creature before him, who has been inching closer and closer. He holds their gaze for a moment. “Where’d you come from, little one?”

They blink up at him. One of their little ear tufts twitches.

“... Can you understand me at all?” He tries.

They tilt their head at him, a little chrrr chrrr chrrr sound bubbling out of their throat.

Inconclusive, but probably not.

With a low chuckle, he crouches down- and that’s when they strike. They launch themselves forward, tackling Marco with a shrill cry. “Woah there,” he says as they cling to his coat, little feet scrabbling frantically as they struggle to get themselves up on top of his bent legs, sitting themselves right down on his lap. They’re not shy at all about getting settled, curling up and nuzzling his chest with a sweet trill. Marco huffs. “Well, aren’t you affectionate, yoi?” he muses, shifting his wings back into arms. Gently, he wraps an arm around the creature, supporting their weight by pressing them against his chest as he sits down cross-legged, settling them back into his lap.

They don’t really react, just continuing to nuzzle against the man. They’re awfully happy to be here, aren’t they? His hands run through the downy, speckled feathers on their back and his mouth presses into a firm line. Checking them over, he finally realizes just how dirty and unkempt they are- specifically in spots they wouldn’t be able to reach on their own. There’s an uninterrupted strip of grimy, disheveled feathers interspersed with the waxy sheaths of developing pin feathers down their spine- when he pulls his hand away, there’s a thin layer of grime on his fingertips.

“... Who’s taking care of you, kiddo?” He murmurs, only met with the happy, idle twittering of the creature in his lap. “You’re real excited to see me huh…” He’s not sure what to do. They very well could be an orphan, or even a case of a hatchling being ejected from the nest by a stronger sibling. Or they could just be very, very lost. Gently, he pushes the creature’s shoulders back, so they can look each other in the face. “Blink three times if you understand me,” he says, voice firm. They just stare, tilting their head a little bit. Marco sighs. The language barrier is a problem. He takes a second to think, letting the kid snuggle up again. How much this creature takes after regular birds was unknown but some things could be inferred. The eagerness with which they latched onto him suggested a social species- the state of their feathers suggesting flock members assisted each other in grooming. At least at this age, anyway. If this creature had parents, he needed to figure out how to locate them- but as of right now, he had no way of telling if that was the case or not.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when the creature begins to rummage through their little bag- producing what looks like two small, dried pieces of meat and then holding one up to his face. They chirp, smiling brightly, practically shoving it against his chin. He looks at the creature's wide eyes, then at the shriveled, burnt looking scrap they’re offering. When he doesn’t accept it immediately, their little face scrunches up, mouth settling into a pout. They pull away, maintaining eye contact, and pop one into their mouth. They make a loud, exaggerated display of chewing(with their mouth closed, thankfully) and swallowing with an audible gulp. Marco huffs, a lazy smile spreading across his face. As unappetizing as it looks, he can smell the char on it, so at least it's been thoroughly sterilized at this point. Not that contaminants were something he worried much about with his particular devil fruit, but some things are just a matter of principle. Dubious meat is dubious. But the display was awfully cute, and he’d hate to disappoint them, so when they slowly hold it out to him again, he plucks it from their talons and swallows it whole. He does briefly taste the char he suspected, but the big grin from the hatchling is worth it.

He ruffles their hair, and they eagerly lean into the gesture. But when he tries to pull away, they grab onto his hand, hopping to their feet and gently trying to tug him along with them. “Oh? Got something to show me?” He gets a series of chirps in response, and they keep tugging. Well, he’s got plenty of time. Might as well see where they want to take him- it's probably his best bet at answering some of his questions.

Marco casually follows behind the little bird as they lead him through the snow. He’d gotten them to let go of his hand- they were so short he had to awkwardly bend down in order for them to reach it, and walking like that was very uncomfortable. At one point during their little walk, they had turned back to him and twittered with a quizzical tilt to their head, before flaring their wings out. He raised a brow, and they just repeated the gesture. “Sorry, kiddo, not sure I get what you mean…” they huff, stomping their little feet- before pointing to him and flaring their wings out a third time. A light goes off in his head. Ah, that’s what it is, huh? With a dramatic flourish of blue flame, his arms bloom into wings. He flares them just like they had, flapping a couple times for good measure- disturbing the pristine snow around the two of them in a ten-foot radius. He seems to have gotten it right- they cheer loudly, hopping up and down and twirling in a circle. He can’t help but soften at the sight- he wasn’t a conceited man, but appealing to his ego certainly didn’t hurt. After the little display he just followed along, listening to them chirp and warble endlessly. They may not understand each other, but there was no doubt they were a chatterbox.

It isn’t long before they come upon a sort of crevice between two tall pools, hidden away by some simple foliage. The little one slips right in, but it’s a bit of a tight squeeze for Marco. The first thing he notices is just how warm it is in the little cave. Makes sense to him- perfect place to make a den. The walls are a soft, reddish brown, working with the pleasant warmth to directly contrast the bitter chill outside. There are a few old wooden crates and cracked, scavenged pottery shoved against the walls of the cavern- the former of which store a variety of pilfered knicknacks, most notably packs of crayons and paints along with what looks like a coarsely-bristled brush tied to a long stick. There’s a nest further in, made of loose furs and old rags primarily- but just beyond that, on the far wall, countless drawings have been pinned up, rows of wobbly child-like sketches displayed right next to their bed. Stepping further, eyes gradually adjusting, he notices something else:

Tally marks.

Hundreds of them- tiny, shallow tick marks etched into every wall of the cave, reaching only a little higher than his knee. Something in him twists, as he crouches down to run his fingers against the clumsily scratched lines. These ones are organized in groups of seven, rather than five.

He hears another trill, the rustling of papers- and he looks back to see the little one bounding toward him, holding a drawing up above their head with a grin. They shove the paper towards him with an excited cry, earning a chuckle from the man, who graciously accepts it, raising the yellowed material up for a closer look. He goes still, a tightness blooming in his chest. In a childish crayon scrawl, the colors bleeding past the wobbly outlines, are three figures. One is the child standing before him, who is currently excitedly hopping from foot to foot in silent anticipation. They draw themselves as little more than a speckled puffball with big eyes, blue cheeks and their distinct ear tufts. The second figure is bigger, standing to the left of the child. The stripes on this figure are darker, with some browns mixed in with the black and gray stripes. The markings are similar to the child’s, with the blue cheeks and orange-rimmed eyes, but with a few key differences- namely the large tail feathers, black tipped wings and feet, with a hint of that same blue on the undersides of the wings.The drawing is actually… really good, for a kid- there’s an impressive amount of detail put into recreating the distinct markings of their family.

The third figure… confirms some of his suspicions. It’s slightly smaller than the second, but still larger than the child. And the plumage of this adult is primarily a bright, brilliant blue, save for white patches on the belly and face. There’s a tightness in his chest as he holds the paper, eyes flitting to the ever-hopeful face of the child. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. If these harpies matched up with the same types of sexual dimorphism as many bird species, the brightly colored ones are probably the males. This is clearly a family portrait, but the little one’s parents are nowhere to be seen. And the tally marks on the wall don’t reach very high, nor do the drawings they’ve hung up- if they had someone older looking after them, more of that wallspace would probably be utilized. Do they think he’s just another harpy, or their dad specifically? Probably not- if they were able to draw out the markings their parents had, then they’re probably able to see the difference.

“Kid…” he starts, taking a step forward and crouching down. They seem to view this as an invitation, because just like last time, they launch forward and flail their way onto his lap. He sighs, circling an arm around their waist and standing back up. They barely weigh anything at all. He wonders if their bones are hollow.

Now carrying the child, he approaches the wall featuring the rest of the drawings. His steps reverberate around the small cavern, the harpy purring against his chest. He steps into their makeshift nest, settling down in the various pelts, blankets and cushions. It smells a little musty, truthfully… reminds him of the few times he’d entered Ace’s room.

He shakes the thought out of his head, instead focusing on the drawings the little one had made. It’s… a lot of drawings of other Harpies, some scribbly mountains and trees… one seems to depict a gathering of twelve, with a bonfire in the middle and the bird people taking turns roasting nondescript lumps on sticks. He’s sure it’s meant to be meat, as two of them do almost look like rabbit silhouettes. Another depicts the child in his lap playing in the springs with other harpy children- all drawn with sweet little smiles and those big, black dot eyes. All the drawings they’ve pinned to the cave wall are happy scenes with a loving flock that is nowhere to be seen. Many figures celebrating, playing together, hunting and cooking game… none depict a Harpy by itself, all of them groups of at least three. Going off of these, he was right in suspecting they’re part of a highly social species, raised as part of a crowded and attentive flock. Abandonment seems out of the question if these idyllic little pictures are to be believed- but regardless of the circumstances behind their isolation, this was clearly some sort of desperate coping mechanism. Hanging pictures of the family they missed dearly, right by where they sleep? Examining another drawing of adult harpies fending off some large, fearsome thing- mostly black scribbles, big sharp teeth and eyes- while the chicks watch from behind them- the idea of abandonment at the talons of these bird-folk feels like nonsense. He doesn’t want to say anything for sure when all he has to go off are these pictures, but some deep, small but sharp sting of instinct within him makes the suggestion of neglect feel utterly wrong. Something worse had happened, the phoenix was all but certain. His mouth presses into a thin line, and he can’t help but hold the poor kid a little tighter.

They’re completely oblivious to the inner turmoil welling up inside him, interpreting the slight squeeze as deliberate affection. Their eyelids droop and their feathers puff up as they settle against his warmth. It isn’t long at all before they’re snoring softly in his lap… Marco sighs, idly petting the little bird monster as they doze. “You make it real hard not to get attached, huh, yoi…” He mumbles, gently scratching their chin. Hmm. He wants to check something. Thinking back to their little family portrait, he leans them back and gently unfurls one of their arm-wings. Most of the feathers are still soft and downy, but he catches hints of those iridescent blue patches the mother in the drawing had right under her armpits. Checking their wings, gently detangling as he goes, he catches no further glimpses of those vibrant pinfeathers, and concludes that the child is most likely female- though he is unfamiliar with the child’s age and how quickly their species develops, so he wouldn’t know for sure until all the baby feathers were gone. Judging by the little blue sprigs, it wouldn’t be long-

Marco blinks, stopping his train of thought. When had he started thinking as if this kid was going to live with him? He hadn’t even known them for a day. Suspicious circumstances and heartstring-pulling be damned, it’s far too early to be acting this way. The ideal way this all turns out is that their real family is located, and they’re left with their kind. In the best-case scenario, he’d never even see their adult plumage, having sailed on with his family after reuniting the child with their own. If he did take them with him, he would have to figure out their specific needs on the fly, such as diet, exercise, hygiene, sleeping habits… though at least the size of the crew was unlikely to bother them once they’d integrated, if the large social groups in their artwork were anything to go by.

Marco sighs. It’s simple- he just needs to know more. And now is the perfect time, seeing as the little one is sleeping like… well, a baby. He sits up, hands raising to their shoulders to gently pry them off from where their claws dig in to the fabric of his coat- and god is the little puffball tiny, one splayed hand covering the width of their speckled back- but as soon as he tries to pull them away, he hears a sleepy little whine and their three-fingered hands bunch up the wool. He frowns- taking in the way their eyes move behind their lids, and the drooping of their ear-tufts. Ugh. Damnit, they’re far too cute for their own good.

With an exaggeratedly resigned sigh, he pulls them back in, the little one cooing contentedly as they snuggle back into the warmth of his chest. He takes a second to adjust, moving the sleeping chick up to a more comfortable position before swinging his legs over the nest’s edge and standing up. He'll just... carry them while he has a look around, since they're so attached. So, with the little chick tucked against his chest with one arm, he begins his search. Starting with the wooden crates off to the side, he’s careful- sinking into a crouch and resting the harpy in the gap between his chest and the tops of his thighs. He picks through- this one is primarily art supplies, as he observed before. Packs of wax crayons dumped into a smaller box, paintbrushes- most in poor condition, he observes, the chipped handle of one resting against his palm as his thumb rubs over the frazzled, uneven bristles spiking outward. There’s a ripped canvas with a broken frame slotted into the box- when he goes to lift it, some chalk falls from where it had likely been resting on the wooden struts. The soft clatter makes the hatchling twitch, but nothing else. There are a few paint pots at the bottom as well, but they’re mostly empty or dried out. Curiously, he finds a couple small rectangular boxes with hinged lids as well, no bigger than his palms. They’re made of a thin, light colored wood and they remind him of Izo’s makeup- a thought that proves its merit when he flips the lid up to reveal the brightly colored chalky substance they have packed away inside. This one has three colors- yellow, orange, and red, and there’s a small mirror tucked into the underside of the lid. Snapping it closed, he opens the other- a sky blue, a darker cobalt pigment, and a deep purple. Hmm. He puts the palettes back where he found them, and turns his attention to the sleeping kid again. Leaning back, he rubs a thumb against the bright blue cheek spot, then pulls it away. Nothing. Those markings were natural, then. Well, it was left at the bottom of the box. If it was something they used with any regularity it would’ve been easier to reach. But the idea of birdfolk adding a little extra pigment to their plumage is one that tickles him.

He doesn’t find much else of note. He examines the brush on a stick he had seen earlier, finds some tools such as knives and scissors. One box has netting, rope, and fishing line- a broken rod laying at the bottom in two pieces. There’s a hole in the floor closer to the entrance of the cave, covered with an old pot lid- when he opens it, he finds a rabbit, two wrapped fish, and a handful of berries in a cheesecloth resting in a bed of snow.

But then, looking back to the inside of the cave, his eyes catch something he’d missed, somehow. Peeking out from under the nest, are more scraps of paper- the crinkled, triangular corners overlapping each other. More drawings… moving back toward the nest, he crouches slowly, careful with the child as usual. Reaching out, he tugs the crinkled papers out from under the furs they’ve been hidden under-

His heart leaps into his throat. His hand, tightening its grip, further crumpling the thin material.

The first picture is of a ship bearing the familiar emblem of the world government, scribbled navy blue and white trim topped by the golden figurehead all world noble ships have. He doesn’t need to look at the rest to know this poor child really is alone. The rest of the hidden drawings, pulled out from where they’ve been shoved and unfolded by his deft hand, are devastating- not just because of the contents. All of them less precise, more frantically drawn, indents or even tears where the kid had applied too much pressure while coloring. Tiny pinprick stains of water damage, if he looks close enough. One drawing is just a large fire. In another, adults and children alike trapped under nets. One shows suited men shooting some of the creatures as the ridiculous bubble-headed celestial dragon oversees. And there was yet another, depicting the familiar bright blue-plumed male flying away with the baby in his talons, little dots as tears falling from their eyes.

No wonder they were so happy to see him. No wonder they could overlook the glaring differences between him and their own kind.

The little one shifts, and Marco realizes how hard he’s breathing. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he takes a moment to calm himself, for their sake- but it’s not easy. Well. He’d already wanted to take the little one with him. He didn’t see a world where Oyaji would say no, especially not once Marco told him everything. And if anyone else had an issue (though he doubted anyone would, other than the typical rational concerns when it comes to having a small child on a pirate ship), they would just have to deal with it. Marco was a commander, he did what he wanted.

But of course, he still has questions. In the brief time they’d spent in town, nobody had made any mention of harpies. He knows the small village is a very recent development- four years old, if he remembered right- is it possible that its presence is younger than the tragedy that befell the birdfolk? When visiting a new place with his family, local urban legends were quickly picked up on. Proud, hardworking folk like these often want others to be impressed with the places they call home- that’s why they’d put so much emphasis on the springs. It seemed odd that nobody had mentioned that this island once contained at least one whole flock of mythical creatures.

But looking at all the tally marks on the walls, the small, clustered groups of seven, seven, seven- he hadn’t counted them, but over four years of living alone looked very plausible if he assumed the kid counted accurately. Did… the kid know there was a human settlement? He would assume they did, but then again… the distance is a lot for someone so small. He only spotted the remote cluster of pools from the air, before he swooped down for a closer look. And all of their things look old, held together through improvised fixes- nothing new that would suggest they had stolen from town. Though if they did know of its presence, it was possible they avoided it on purpose. They only wanted Marco’s attention because he was a giant blue bird. They might not differentiate between world nobles and humans in general. With that in mind, he should be cautious with crew introductions.

Well, regardless of the kid’s relations (or lack thereof) with the other locals, they were coming with him. As well as he can using one hand, he gingerly stacks the previously hidden artwork, tapping it against the ground to line them up. He wishes he had some sort of folder… tucking them into his coat will have to do for now, so he slowly leans them back- prying their little fingers out of the grip they hold so he can unbutton the front enough to slide the papers in. Something to show the others- some sympathy for his cause wouldn’t hurt.

And with that, he lets himself partially transform- Wings, feet, tailfeathers. with a flourish of healing fire- that he washes over the child, just in case. She blinks, yawning- and he watches the flickering of his own flames in their dark, glassy eyes as they widen. They smile up at him with a chirp, and he returns it. “Have a nice nap, little one?” He croons. “How would you like to go on a little flight with me, yoi?” They twitter up at him, feathers puffing up. He sets them down on the floor- which they whine about, earning a laugh from him. He shifts from foot to foot before holding one up and making a grabbing motion with his talons. They perk right up- and sprint outside. Marco blinks, moving after them and squeezing himself through the jagged opening to their little hideout. That’s something he wasn’t looking forward to when he came back to pack up their belongings.

Out in the snow, the hatchling calls out to him- they’ve laid down on their belly, sinking into the powdery substance. He’s amused and impressed they got the message so fast. He thought he’d have to take a leaf out of their book and draw a picture of himself carrying them away. He approaches slowly, holding out one foot again- and when she doesn’t move, he slowly, gingerly wraps his talons around their midsection, the first of his three front toes resting just under the armpit. He tests his grip first, lifting them up while balancing on the other foot, which earns a giggle from them. It feels secure enough, and they don't seem uncomfortable. So using his free foot to propel himself upward, he flaps once, twice, and they’re off- Marco smiling widely at the excited trill they let out. While a little awkward to carry, they’re tiny and weigh nothing to him. They soar over the trees, and Marco climbs higher- even through the sound of the air rushing past his ears, he doesn’t miss the little gasp that escapes them once he’s gotten enough air to reveal the pinks and oranges of a horizon at sunset.

It doesn’t take long. His jaw clenches when he can feel their little body growing more and more tense, the closer he gets to the Moby Dick. When he begins his descent towards the deck, Oyaji and a few others in view- they emit a loud, piercing whine, starting to wriggle. He pulls up, wings flaring out to slow himself, and sticks the landing on one foot, balancing himself before gently setting the kid down with the other. They immediately latch onto Marco’s legs, feathers bristling in agitation. Whitebeard raises a brow, leaning forward in his seat. He’s still shirtless, despite the weather. “Marco,” he rumbles out in greeting. “What’s this you’ve brought to us?” He asks, gesturing to the cowering child clinging to Marco’s legs.

Some of the others have started to gather around, wanting to see what this is about. Marco sighs. First, he reaches into his coat for the bundle of artwork. “Tate, would you mind looking over these with Oyaji?” He asks, extending his arm to the nurse, who approaches slowly. He hands them off to the nurse, who is thankfully dressed for the weather unlike his father, and crouches down to try and dislodge the kid. They whine at him when he grips them by the shoulders, peeling them off of him to the amusement of his brothers. He flashes a quick glare to the men and their chuckling quiets down. “Come on kid, you’re fine, yoi” he chides, opting to lift them into his arms. They bury their face in his chest as he sits them on one arm, turning the other into a wing which he carefully folds around their trembling body. Hopefully, hiding them from view gives them a little security.

He looks back up to Tate, and to Oyaji- he’s leaning over her shoulder as the blonde woman examines each childish drawing, her face growing more troubled with each one. Oyaji keeps the same stony expression the entire time, save for the subtle narrowing of his father’s eyes. “This one spotted me flying, Oyaji. Chased after me from the ground.” He says, watching his old man’s eyes raise to meet his own. “... They think I’m one of them. They’ve been alone for a real long time, yoi. What you’ve got right there, that’s what happened to the rest.”

“These… these are awful,” Tate breathes, still fixated on the foreboding artwork. Marco nods, mouth set in a firm line.

“Hmph. So you’re saying we’re keeping them, I take it?” the old man says, plucking one of the drawings from Tate’s hands and leaning back to examine it closer.

Marco nods. “My responsibility, of course. The kiddo’s already… attached.” He sighs, feeling them shift against his chest. “They don’t speak any… human languages. I have no way of telling them that I am not what they think I am, yoi.”

An uncomfortable silence settles over the deck, Whitebeard’s stern gaze sinking to the wing concealing the tiny creature. “And you are certain there are no others of their kind left here?” He asks, the unspoken meaning clear. He is not unsympathetic- it’s the same thought Marco had. It would be better to reunite them with their species, if possible.

Marco nods once again. “They’ve been living in a small cave, and they’ve scratched hundreds of tally marks into the walls. I didn’t count, but it’s been years, yoi. I think…” he sighs, pausing for a second. “None of the townsfolk said anything about bird people. I think this event predates the existence of the village, and this child has managed to remain hidden all this time, yoi.”

His father regards him from a moment, a warmth in his eyes few others would have recognized. “Let me get a look at them. Only for a moment.” Marco nods, retracting his wing. The little one sits with their face buried in his chest, trembling. He nudges them. They whine. He sighs, leaning them back, patting their head with his free hand and gesturing to Whitebeard. They hesitantly turn their head, and he feels them tense when they meet eyes with the Yonko. The towering man gives them a small smile, but it doesn’t help much. They recoil into Marco, pitchy squeak leaving their throat. The Phoenix sighs, letting them latch onto him and covering them from view once more. “Well, that’s it, then.” Whitebeard grunts. “What d’you need?”

“Somebody find Thatch- I need him to whip something up for ‘em. Some meat, add a sedative- I’m going back to their little hideaway to pack their things while they sleep.”

Thatch is located, and is reportedly happy to assist. Marco had moved the little beast to his own room, since being around so many humans all of a sudden had utterly terrified the poor thing.He swaddles them in blankets, and intends to leave them in bed- but his face softens when a hand shoots out to cling to him once more. He sighs at the little one glaring at him from the bundle of fabric. “I know, I know,” he coos. “I wish you understood me,” he laments, lifting their swaddled form into his arms. “But this is a good thing, yoi. We’re going to take care of you.” He makes his way over to his desk, opting to at least read over some reports while he waits for Thatch. Settling the child in his lap, he picks up some papers and leans back.

A bit of guilt creeps up the back of his throat- the poor thing is still trembling. They aren’t being deliberately affectionate like they were before- no chirping, no squeaking, no nuzzling. Just laying where he put them. He sighs, using his free hand to rub their back. They don’t do anything, other than shift slightly.

It doesn’t take long before he hears three knocks at his door- making the kid flinch. “It’s alright,” he murmurs, patting them softly before speaking up louder. “Come in.” Thatch enters, carrying a covered platter on one hand.

“Hey, Marco!” the chef beams, strutting inside and setting the food down on the little corner table. The child clings to Marco’s chest tighter, at the sound of his voice. “Heard the big news- fatherhood is gonna look great on you, papa bird~” he teases in a sing-song voice. Marco rolls his eyes, adjusting the kid and standing up to face his crewmate. Thatch’s face softens when his eyes fall onto the bundle in Marco’s arms. “Aw. Still upset, huh?” He says, considerably more subdued now.

“Yeah,” he affirms, patting the bundled creature on the top of the head. “Can’t blame the poor kid- they don’t understand a word we say, so it’s not like I can do much to reassure them, yoi.”

Thatch sighs. “Well, I got the message,” he says, one hand on his hip as he removes the lid with a flourish. The child doesn’t move, but Marco can hear them sniffing. Thatch prepared various types of meat, cut into thin strips, arranged almost like a charcuterie board. There’s a peeled orange and some mixed berries as well. “I’ve got some cured meats, fruits, and I grilled a bit of pork- that’s what's got the sedative in it. Thought about doing chicken, too, but y’know…” He gestures vaguely, and Marco snorts with a shake of his head.

“Thanks, Thatch. And don’t leave just yet, alright?” He says, sliding into a chair. Thatch pulls up one of his own right across from them.

“Don’t have to tell me twice. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of ‘em, anyway. Everyone up top is gossiping.” He smiles, leaning back and propping a foot up on the opposing knee.

Marco returns the smile. “It’s your lucky day, then. You’ll be the first crewmate I introduce, yoi.” If he wants the kid to learn that the others won’t hurt them, the chef is a good place to start. He pries their little talons out of his shirt, shushing the undignified whine the action draws from them. He pulls the blanket down so it’s bunched around their waist, and spins them in his lap to face the tray of food. Thatch’s eyes widen, and a soft gasp falls from his lips.

The kid regards him warily, leaning back against Marco’s chest. Their ear tufts are drooping back, and their talons find their way to the arm around their waist. “Hey there, little one. Oh, aren’t you cute?” Thatch greets, offering a small wave and a reassuring smile. “I heard all those brutes upstairs gave you a scare, huh? Poor thing,” he coos, before pushing the platter closer. They tense, but lean forward, sniffing the air. “Go ahead, kiddo, all yours.”

The hatchling is hesitant. Their little hands rise from Marco’s forearm, and both men watch their fists clench and unclench. When they turn back to look at Marco, their little face is scrunched up in worry- even if he can’t see their eyebrows through their thick, messy hair, he can tell they’re drawn tight. He gives them a relaxed smile, and slowly reaches out to pluck a piece of salami off of the plate. He makes sure they’re looking when he eats it, chewing slowly. He nods to Thatch. “You eat something too, yoi,” he says. The other man nods, opting for an orange slice. The kid’s little ear tufts perk up, just a little, and they lean forward. Some of the apprehension is beginning to melt away, but they still aren’t going for it. They look nervously back and forth between both men, head swiveling on their little neck. So Marco reaches out again- another piece of meat in his hand, holding it to their mouth as they had done to him. Slowly, they lean forward, biting the edge, and Marco lets go. It doesn’t even take a full second for the kid to realize how good it tastes, snapping it up instantly. They chew, swallow, lick their lips, go to reach for another-

And they freeze, just shy of touching the food. Marco could groan, but he doesn’t. Thatch gives the kid a nod, and when they look back to Marco, he does the same. Their dark glassy eyes go wide for a second. They pick up a blackberry, looking at both men for any reaction before eating it. This repeats a couple of times before they finally give in and start eating like the damn place is on fire, much to Thatch’s delight. The cured meats and fruits are snapped up in a flash, the thin prosciutto torn to shreds as they indulge. The pork is a bit chewier, taking them a little longer, but they eat everything before the drug even starts to set in. They’re licking their talons clean when Thatch pulls the platter back, and stands up. “Well, that was impressive,” he muses, smiling down at the child. They don’t cower against Marco anymore, instead leaning forward to chirp quizzically at the tall man. “Yep, I’m talkin’ to you, honey,” he laughs. “You’ll give Ace a run for his money, I know it.”

“Hope so. All of this is fluff, they’re a scrawny little thing underneath, yoi” Marco chuckles, rubbing the top of their head, relaxing when they lean up into his touch again. He was right. Food is a good way to help most creatures feel secure.

“What do you need hope for? You know I won’t disappoint! They certainly seemed to like it, didn’t they? Oh, just look at them,” Thatch coos, watching as their eyes squint in satisfaction.

The two speak a little longer, Thatch telling Marco that word had spread quickly. Oyaji had already given them a nickname, referring to them as “Pipsqueak” and sternly instructing his sons to leave them be for now. Marco told Thatch more about his encounter in turn- the way they’d exuberantly tackled him, the cave, the way the happy drawings had been pinned up by their bed- that particular detail had him dramatically slapping a hand over his heart. “Sent off to find some hot springs, and you come back with an orphan. You’re really taking after the old man, Marco.” He says with a sly smile. It doesn’t take too long for the kid to start nodding off- after around five minutes, there’s a big yawn, and they’re snuggling up to Marco again. He wraps an arm around them, gently preening their wings with his fingers. The speckled little creature all but melts against his chest.

“I think that’s your cue to get going, yoi,” he says.

Thatch sighs, dramatically slapping his hand over his heart. “So it is… how cruel.”

“Oh don’t pout about it, yoi. I actually let you see ‘em didn’t I? And you’ll be bringing them plenty more meals, I’m sure.”

“Of course I will! I’m aiming for the title of Favorite Uncle, after all!”

“You’ll have some stiff competition, yoi.”

“I’m a chef, my dear brother,” Thatch beams, spreading his arms. “Kids love food. Everybody loves food. I like my odds.”

Marco wouldn’t say it, but he did, too. Instead he just smiles, lifting the child into his arms. They rub a blue cheek against his chest, eyelids fluttering. “Yeah, yeah. Now go, yoi. Shoo. I’m sure I’ll be up shortly.” Thatch chuckles, gazing tenderly at the child before shaking his head. As his weathered hand grips the brass door handle, he shoots his brother a knowing smirk.

“You sure you’ll be back in time for them to wake up? I’m a busy man, but I’d be happy to keep an eye on-”

“I said shoo, yoi! Get on with it!”

Thatch laughs, the door swinging closed behind him with a creak. Marco sighs, shaking his head, but he’s still smiling. Turning his attention back to the kid, he holds them closer and stands up from his seat. He listens to their soft breathing, trying not to let the patch of drool seeping through his shirt bother him. He sets them down on the bed, carefully unwrapping the blanket to tuck them in properly. He lays them against the pillow, huffing at their drowsy face, their mouth still hanging open. He pulls the blanket up to their chin, patting them on the head. They nuzzle into his pillow, sigh, and quickly slip into slumber.

He stays for a moment, warm hand resting on top of their head as they doze. “Big day for you hmm?” He muses. It didn’t take long at all for him to commit to this, did it? He wishes they understood him. That he didn’t have to do things like this. But at the very least, his intentions were altruistic, and the child suspected nothing. And when they woke up, they’d have all their drawings hung up within view of their new nest.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #marco the phoenix #Marco mother hen moments #He's a dad now #you could make equal arguments for whether he adopts the kid or the kid adopts him honestly #thank you to hannanbarberra162 once again for talking about baby birds with me :)

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ningguangsworld · 11 months ago

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My Beautiful Omega

Summary: After finding out your mate's cheating, a friend helps you or maybe your future mate.

Pairing: cheater!omega yae miko x alpha!dragon male reader, alpha!dragon male reader x omega!ningguang

Warning: Angst, Cheating (yae miko), Smut, Dom!male reader, Sub!ningguang, Fluff.

A/n: This happens a year before the traveler appears

You are an adeptus who has been with Rex Lapiz for thousands of years, just like your archon you are a dragón. You participated in the war of the archons thanks to your anemo, cyro and electro visions and your dragon from, you were of great help especially during the night.

In your dragón form, your scales were black as night, which allowed you to camouflage yourself very easily, which allowed you to kill the enemy with ease. During the war you earned all kinds of nicknames which were "the black dragón", "the storm dragón", but without a doubt your favorite was "the blue lightning".

You are also an alpha without an omega, althougn that changed after the war because after the war appoximately six months later you found a beautiful omega.

Her name was Yae Miko, a kitsune with pink hair and purple eyes, and a smell of sakura blossom that drove you crazy. They both quickly started dating and shortly after they became a couple, everything was perfect, but there was a little ploblem.

And the was that Miko apparently didn't want to have sex with you, you understood at first and also she allowed you to mark her as your omega, but as time went by she started to behave strangely.

From one moment to the next she became quite sharp with you, she no longer hugged you or allowed you to smell her, which became a problem, since you needed to smell her to be able to calm your heat. Because of this you have to masturbate to control yourself, you also noticed another strange thing about Miko.

This was that sometimes when you were close to her you cloud smell another scent on her, as is she were with another alpha, when you asked her about is she denied it, you tried not to think to much about it after all she would never be able to cheating you right? How wrong you were.......

You are currently flying in your dragón form towards Inazuma, since you received a letter from miko saying she wanted to talk to you.

"(I wonder what's going on, since Miko hasn't spoken to me in a long time)" you thought as you flew, you were slightly worried about Miko, since you thought she might have something happened.

But you quickly dismissed that thought, as you knew miko was perfectly capable of defending herself. You looked ahead and realized how close you already were to inazuma.

So you increased your speed to get there faster, you went thought the thunderstorm very easily since you are quite resistant to lightning, then you landed in a nearby forest and detransformed and returned to your human form.

After you detransformed, you stretched a little since you were flying for hours and your body was a bit sore from flying so much. After you finished streching, you headed to the great narukami shrine using your electro vision to increase your speed.

While you were going through the forest you took a shortcut to get there faster, when you finally reached the shrine, you quickly started to climb the stairs, when you reached the top of the shrine, you asked one of the maidens about Miko's whereabouts.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where Miko is?" You asked the maid who recognized you immediately.

"Oh Sir Y/n welcome, Mrs. Miko is in her office" she answered you, kindly to which you thanked her.

"Thank you very much miss" you thanked her, bowing slightly, making her blush a little as you walked away.

While you were heading to the Miko's office, your pointed ears managed to pick up noises from Miko's office, every time you got closer to the office the noises became louder and louder. Every part of your body was telling you to stop and stop moving forward, but you ignored it and kept moving until you reached the office door.

You placed your ear against the door, so you could hear the noises more clearly, and what you heard made your heart break.

"Ah~, ah~, ah~, more faster!~" what you just heard was Miko's moans, you felt your heart sink, you didn't want to believe that Miko was cheating on you, but all those hopes were shattered by what you were hearing.

You feel you ears flattening to the sides of your head, and your tail twitching slightly out of sadness and anger. This explains all the times you had to cancel your dates because she was "busy", but it turns out Miko was busy with her lover.

The only question that came to your mind was who? Who could Miko be cheating on you with? But apparently, Miko took the trouble to answer your question......

"Ahh~ more harder Ei!, p-please~ more harder~!"

"Okay, but remember you asked for it" after hearing that you heard how the blows increased as well as Miko's moans.

So Miko decided to cheat on you with Ei huh? You always considered Ei to be one of your closest friends, and someone you could trust but apparently she didn't mind fucking your omega.

You sighed deeply, in an attempt to calm down which you managed and decided to knock on the door to end all of this.

"Excuse me, Miko, It's me, can l come in?" You asked softly as you knocked on the door, and suddenly the noise inside the office stopped and Miko with a somewhat tired voice answered you.

"Give me a second darling", "darling?" How the hell does that bitch dare to call you "darling" after fucking with Ei? You gritted your teeth angrily, as you listened to them tidying up the office in an attempt to pretend that they weren't fucking each other, how stupid, the smell of both of their hormones gave them away.

"You can come in now", you heard Miko tell you, you let out a big sigh and opened the door and entered Miko's office. As soon as you entered, you were invaded by the smell of Miko and Ei hormones, you fixed your gaze on Miko, and noticed that her clothes were messy as if she had put them on quickly.

You could also notice how Ei was sitting quite close to Miko's side but you ignored it.

"Hello dear, do you need me for something?" You asked as you sat in front of Miko, you felt your stomach turn as soon as you called her by that nickname but you hid it.

"If there is something, l would like to talk about"

"And what would, you like to talk to me about?"

"Y/n l want to break up with you", as soon as those words left her mouth, you froze in your seat, you already found out that she was cheating on you, but even hearing those words felt like a bucket of cold water.....

"To be honest, l never loved you, you were just a game for me, since l saw you as someone interesting, l gave you a chance but l got bored of playing with you. I even cheated on you with Ei for two years but you never realized"

Every word that came out of Miko's mouth felt like little blades sticking into your back. Were you considering forgiving Miko if it was only for a week, or a month but two damn years? You just lost any trace of affection towards that woman.....

"I see.... well that's it officially you and l stopped being a couple, l hope you can be happy with Ei, since l was never good enough for you...." you told her with somewhat broken voice as you headed to the door but before leaving you said something to her.

"Oh, l already had my suspicions that you were cheating on me, but all those noises you made while l was behind the door, only confirmed what a damn unfaithful bitch you are..."

With all that said, you left the office, ignoring, how miko called you after you insulted her, as soon as you left the sanctuary you returned to your dragón form letting out a loud roar in the process as you took to the sky, you began to fly very quickly to be able to get away as fast possible from Inazuma.

As you flew back to Liyue, you didn't notice the tears falling from you blue eyes

As soon as you returned to Liyue you headed to the jade chamber to see Ningguang, a very close friend of yours.

As you landed in the jade chamber, you transformed into your human form and quickly headed to Ningguang's office.

When you were in front of the office door, you knocked softly while waiting for Ningguang to answer you.

"Come in" you heard her respond, you sighed happily and somewhat relieved that Ningguang was in her office. You opened the door and entered the office, when you entered, you saw how Ningguang was sitting behind her desk, reviewing some papers.

When she heard you enter, Ningguang looked up and her eyes lit up slightly when she it saw that it was you.

"Ah Y/n, l'm glad to see you, how-" Ningguang froze mid-sentence when she saw you crying, worried she quickly got up from her seat and approach you, taking your face in her hands, lifting your face slightly so that you could look her in the eyes.

"Oh Y/n, what happened? Ningguang asked worried, you sobbed and hugged Ningguang, burying your face in his shoulder. Ningguang hugged you back as she looked at you worriedly, wondering what could have made you cry.

You were able to calm down a little and raised your head and answered Ningguang's question.

"M-Miko.... she cheated on me...." you answered her, your voice a little low and shaky but loud enough for her to hear...

Ningguang's eyes widened when she heard what you said, how could Miko fool you? Like her, you were the richest man in Teyvat and you were an adeptus of Morax Lapis, the strongest, and with all this, how could she deceive you?.

"Could you explain to me what happened?" She asked softly, you looked her and nodded softly. Ningguang pulled you towards one of the pieces of furniture and made you sit down. When you sat down, you took a deep breath and began to tell her everything.

"Miko sent me a letter saying that she wanted to talk me so l went to lnazuma to see what was happening. I got to the shrine and went to his office, while l was going his office l started to hear noises. When l was in front of his office, l heard the noises more clarity and l realized that they were moans, she is fucking Ei so when they both finishing playing they tidied up the place to pretend that they didn't do anything, heh as if their hormones didn't give them away, anyway whe l went in and talked to Miko she directly told me that. She was cheating on me, she said that only l was a game to her....."

With every word you say word to Ningguang, your voice began to break little by little and the tears returned to your eyes.

Ningguang looked at you worried as she listened to you, immediately when she saw that you were crying again she hugged you again, she unconsciously directed your head towards her chest, you wrapped your arms around Ningguang's waist as you hugged her back and your tail unconsciously wrapped around Ningguang.

"S-She 'sob' said she never loved me" you said as you sobbed and hugged Ningguang. "I really loved her, but she decided to pay me like this..." you said with a broken voice, you looked up and looked into Ningguang's eyes. "Ning... do you think something is wrong with me?...."

"Oh Y/n of course there'n nothing wrong with you, she just didn't know to appreciate you" said said Ningguang as she caressed your cheeks making you lean against them. "You are perfect just the way you are l'm pretty sure there will be someone who loves you"

Listening to Ningguang you started to feel a little better as you hug her a little tighter.

"Thank you very much Ning, hey... don't you mind if we stay like this for a while?" You asked a little nervous since you didn't want to bother her.

Ningguang, seeing the position you were both in, simply laughed softly and answered you while gently stroking you hair.

"Y/n, of course l don't mind, we can stay like this as long as you want"she said, smiling softly at you, you sighed a little relieved and nodded softly as you settled your head on she chest.

But without you knowing it, thousand of things were happening in Ningguang's head to make you forget about Miko since before you and Miko started dating she had feelings for you but she had to hide them when you started dating Miko but now you both over, she plans to make the most of this opportunity.

Two months passed since you and Miko broke up, it still hurt a little but little by little you started to get better thanks to the help of Ningguang who, when she had free time, always visited you and went for a walk with you.

Also during those two months you began to feel attached to Ningguang, literally your inner alpha was screaming for you to claim her as your omega, you wanted that too but you had to resist since you wanted to forget about Miko one hunderd percent before starting a relationship with Ningguang, but unfortunately you couldn't see her this week since your heat, which was supposed to arrive within a week, was ahead of you and now you are in heat.

You thought that just like when you were with Miko, you would have to go thought your heat alone but this time it was different.

Currently you were in your home, a large palace built near some mountains and which you name the "Thunder Palace" and of which you were quite proud.

You were locked in your room and you were lying on your king-sized bed and you had your face buried in a pillow, breathing in its aroma sharply since that pillow had the smell of Ningguang. The reason why it had its smell was that during one of the days of rest from Ningguang she went to the thunder palace and spent the day in your room.

As you breathed in the smell of the pillow in an attempt to calm yourself down, you couldn't help but think that pillow was Ningguang. You imagined you on top of Ningguang, claiming her and making her scream your name.

You practically growled at that thought as you continued to smell the pillow and thinking about Ningguang, you felt like your whole body was on fire so you had to take off your shirt an attempt to cool off.

You felt like you couldn't take it anymore and you were about to masturbate but before you could do it you heard a knock on your room door.

"Y/n, it's me can l come in?" You could hear Ningguang's voice you managed to calm down a little as you stood up and walked towards the door to open it, when you opened in you saw Ningguang.

Ningguang, seeing you shirtless, she felt her face get hot and couldn't help but admire your well-working body. Her gaze fell on your strong arms and abs which had an eight pack.

Oh archons, how she would love for you to surround her with your strong arms while you dominate her just thinking about it, she had to squeezed her thighs to calm her excitement.

But she quickly remembers why she came and shook her head, as she pushed that thought from her mind and cleared her throat slightly.

"T/n, there is something l would like to tell you. In fact, l have wanted to tell you this for a long time" she said, still a little blushing while trying not look at your body.

"Well, what is that you wanted to tell me?" You asked calmly while with all your willpower you tried not pounce on Ningguang and fuck her right there.

"Y/n, l love you" she suddenly surprising you "I love you ok? I have always loved you, but l had to hide it when you were with Miko, but don't think that l'm taking advantage ok? I wanted to wait a little longer but l can't hide it anymore. Listen, l know you're still trying to forget about Miko, but if you give me a chance", she said while gently holding your hand, "l promise you l will make you happy"

You didn't say anything as you looked at Ningguang, but you tail was wagging quickly because of the happiness you were feeling before Ningguang spoke again, you quickly grab her arm and you pulled her towards your room making her let out a cry of surprise and you slammed the door to your room.

"Y/n what are you-mmph!?" Before Ningguang could say anything, you smashed your lips against hers as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

Ningguang's eyes widened in surprise, but little by little, she began to kiss you back as she wrapped her arms around your nack and closed her eyes.

While you both kiss passionately, you made Ningguang lean against the door with some force making her moan into the kiss, you bent down slightly and grabbed her thighs making her moan again and you lightly tapped Ningguang's thigh indicating that you wanted her to wrap her legs. Around your waist to which she obediently did.

Then you started rubbing your erection against Ningguang's clothed pussy, causing her to moan louder.

"(S-So big~)" Ningguang thought when she felt how you rubbed against her. This may be her first time, but she was very sure that you were bigger that average! Just thinking that made her even wetter as you roughly rubbed against her clothed womanhood.

Ningguang's muffled moans continued until you both separated due to lack of air. When you two separated, a thread of saliva formed that still joined your mouths.

You two looked into each other's eyes which were full of love and lust.

"You know something Ning? For the last two months l have been feeling attracted to you" you said making her surprised "l haven't been able to stop thinking about you, damn,even my inner alpha been asking me to claim you, and l completely agree with him~" you said as you moved one of your hands to her hips and squeezed them, causing her to let out a surprised squeak.

"So, what do you said, Ning, are you willing to help your alpha?~" You asked as you looked at her and smiled seductively. Ningguang, up this point, was already quite blushing and nodded her head, making you laugh softly.

"Good girl~" you said causing a shiver to run down Ningguang's spine as you carried her your bed.

When you got your bed you laid Ningguang on it, and started kissing her neck making her moan, and she put her hands on your head pushing you further towards her neck.

You gently bit Ningguang's skin and them licked it to relieve the pain. You quickly found her sensitive spot and began to abuse it by biting it, making Ningguang scream with pleasure.

While you were busy with her neck you moved your hand towards her center you ran your over her clothed pussy and felt how wet she already was.

"I barely touched you and you're already wet~", you said mockingly and Ningguang responded with a moan as she moved her hips in the direction of your hand, waiting more friction.

After hearing that moan, you couldn't control yourself anymore and you quickly began to take off her dress, atmost tearing it until you left her completely naked.

You took a moment to admire her beautiful body and then took your hand to one of her breast and squeezed it, making her moan. Then you decided to play with her nipple, pinching it between your fingers, making her moan more. Then you took it to your mouth, suckling it and passing your tongue over it. You also decided to give attention to her other breast with your other hand, squeezing and pinching it, Ningguang, feeling overwhelmed by pleasure, brought her hands to your hair and began to pull it.

"J-Just like that honey~" Ningguang said moaning as she pulled your hair hard making you moan, sending a vibration through her skin, you left her breast and bit her neck again, then Ningguang started to beg you.

"H-Honey please~"

"Please what? If you want something you have to be more specific"

"Please make me yours~" Ningguang finally said. Upon hearing her, you quickly unbuttoned your pants and took them off, revealing your big, fat cock.

"Oh my god..." Ningguang breathed softly as she couldn't look away from your cock, just looking at it could make her feel wetter that she already was.

With your hand you grabbed your throbbing cock and began to rub it against her clit sending waves of pleasure though Ningguang's body as she gasped and moaned as you rubbed against her, you took the opportunity to lubricate your cock in the process since you didn't want to hurt her when you were inside her.

When you finished you opened her legs and aligned your cock with her entrance and little by little you began to put the tip of your cock inside her, Ningguang moaned in lower voice as she had the halt of your cock inside her and she moved her hips asking you for more but she started to get frustrated when you pulled back leaving only the tip inside.

"Y-Y/n p-please stop bothering me and-ahh!~" Ningguang l can't keep claiming you as she feel how you suddenly shoved your cock inside her again and she let out a loud moan, her wet and slippery walls closed around you as you moved slowly inside her, as you felt bad for having entered her that way but was not the case with Ningguang since she loved how you slammed your cock into her pussy without warning.

"Ngh~ h-honey more faster p-please~"

"Your wishes are orders~" so you started to move faster and Ningguang wrapped her legs around your waist as she wanted to feel you deeper inside her and she moved her hands to your back and scratched it while she moaned in your ear.

Ningguang's nails were so dug into your back that it could make it bleed, but you didn't care, since you were more busier by your omega's pleasure and your own, one of Ningguang's hands moved to your hair and touched one of your horns not knowing how sensitive they are, making you growl and urging you to move faster, making Ningguang gasp and move her head back and que you took the opportunity to bury your face in her neck again while you smelled her delicious vanilla scent and let out yours in the process.

"(Dark chocolate...)" Ningguang thought as she smelled the smell of your hormones making her feel even more submissive.

While you kiss her neck, you quickly found her scent gland and started licking and biting it gently and you brought your hand to her clitoris and rubbed it quickly with both of your fingers overstimulating Ningguang.

Your cock hit her g-spot, making her let out a big gasp and moan and increasing the speed and strength of your thrusts hitting her g-spot repeatedly, making her scream and moan with pleasure.

You looked up from her neck and saw her adorable fucked up face, her eyes looked at you with love and so much need, her baby hairs tangled and sweaty, some of her hair was stuck to her forehead due to sweat and the rest of her hair was loose scattered of the pillow, and you saw how she cried tears of pleasure that fell to her cheeks.

The mere sight made you feel proud of yourself when you saw the state to which you reduced Ningguang, you leaned towards her face and licked her tears, feeling her salty taste and then you kissed all over her face.

"What a good girl, taking everything l give you without any complaints~" you said as you stopped kissing her face and caressed her cheek. Ningguang moaned as her heard you words, feeling completely happy as she leaned intro your touch. After a moment, you began to move again.

"Ahh!~ Y/n~, you're so fucking deep inside me~" Ningguang said as she moaned, her hands were in your hair and she caressed and pulled it lightly. She love the way your tip touched her cervix.

Then you decided to chance position, you gently removed Ningguang's hands from your hair and settled down, you grabbed Ningguang's left leg and put it on top of your shoulder giving yourself a better angle and you started moving even faster touching every sensitive spot of Ningguang driving her crazy while you placed your hand on Ningguang's waist to keep her completely still.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ahh!~ mmm~, l want more~ please give me more~".

"Fuck, you're so tight around me, you like me to fuck you until you can't move, don't you?" You gave light bites to Ningguang's leg but she didn't answer you as she felt to overwhelmed by the pleasure to think in a response and she simply responded with a moan. "Fuck, but what a whore you are~, but you're my whore, aren't you?~"

"Fuck! Yes! Yes! I'm your whore♡~"

You smiled to yourself as you continud hitting Ningguang with your thrusts. You continued until you felt Ningguang's walls throb and tighten around you.

"What happened my love, do you want to cum?~" you asked with a smile making Ningguang quickly nod. "Then cum, cum for your alpha~"

After saying that you let go her leg and leaned down and kissed her again swallowing all her moans, your cock was throbbing as you felt Ningguang's contractions, you were really planning on filling her with your seed and you were going to do it if or if.

You felt that her walls tightened even more around you and after a big muffled moan from Ningguang, she finally came, wetting your cock and part of your abdomen with her sweet fluids and you broke the kiss with a thread of saliva.

Ningguang gasped for air as she felt breathless, she felt in heaven to finally reach orgasm but she still didn't feel satisfied as she wanted you cum too although she didn't have to wait long for that.

You waited for Ningguang to recover from her orgasm and then you began to hit her mercilessly making her moan as she was still feeling sensitive from her orgasm.

You took out your fangs and caressed them against the soft skin of Ningguang's neck, who left you enough space so that you could bite her and claim that she was only yours.

"Fuck, my love l'm going to cum inside that little pussy of yours, do you think you can take it?~" you asked as you rammed into her with all your might.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! P-please cum inside me!~ l want to feel your seed filling me up~" she said without a doubt.

Then you bit her hard to mark her and with a few more thrusts, you shot all your cum inside her filling her womb and your cock began to swell to prevent any drop escaped.

Ningguang moaned in pain, remaining completely still, trembling and totally submissive to your grunts and sore from the bite and the knot.

Shortly after, you released her, seeing the mark quite satisfied and licked it to clean the traces of blood. You would also release your scent to calm your now omega and after that you would kiss her shoulder and neck as a consolation.

Ningguang, somewhat trembling, would accept the comfort and after a few seconds she would calm down. You waited a few minutes and took your cock out of Ningguang, who complained slightly because even thought you filled her, she felt empty without your cock inside her.

Then you lifted Ningguang and placed her on top of you, hugged her and caressed her hair tenderly, then you took the sheet and covered you two.

"You did so well, it's okay you can rest, let your alpha take care of you" you said as you kissed Ningguang's head, Ningguang sighed happily snuggling closer to your chest asking for more affection which you happily gave her.

Before she passed out from exhaustion she said something to you.

"I love you my alpha~"

"I love you to, my beautiful omega~"

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yanaleese · 4 months ago

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Hi! :D, i have 2 questions for karma, 1. Karma is tradicional vampire or is he like the Twilight vampires?. 2 He is willing to let me give him some kisses on his face and leave marks on him?. ;) PD(Sorry if i sound a bit rude, i am learning english and Google a helped me a litte haha)

Ooh! This was a question I've been waiting for!

Also your English is understandable relax bestie <3333

But first - let's get your smooching session out of the way ;)

Now, to answer your first question - Karma falls under the Twilight vampires; however he is not entirely a full vampire. In fact, his family and him fall under half-vampires.

Here is a basic (but LONG) comparison between half-breeds and pure-breeds!

Note that this is still in the works, so some information may be changed to fully tie in Karma's story and lineage!

(1) Yup! You read that right - pure-bloods are born with extra mouths, or none at all. They can be randomly placed anywhere on the body e.g. their backs, their hands, etc. However over time, pure-bloods have been able to move their mouths towards different areas thanks to genetics!

(2) Measured Enhancement is a state that allows pure-bloods to renew their strength and abilities. The blood acts like a charger to your phone battery, similar to how we need food and water to survive. It poses little to no risks due to a chemical called vialene, which helps them to resist losing control of themselves.

(3) No Sun Tolerance - Just like traditional vampires, they cannot go in sunlight, as it can lead to their bodies to burn, decay or even explode. Although these effects are dependent on the pure-blood's age, genetics and their decomposition process.

(4) Due to most mouths being permanent from birth, they cannot camouflage their mouths nor make it disappear. As a result, it causes pure-bloods to be susceptible to their environment, leading to these extra mouths being infected. It also does not help the fact that these pure-bloods are decomposing bodies, since decomposed areas can leave the mouths no longer usable. Thus, many vampires wear long-sleeved clothing to hide these mouths - and over time - learn how to gain blood without being detected!

(5) 99% of the time pure-bloods have pale, veiny skin since they lack blood; but that doesn't mean they don't have any. In fact, the chemical that makes up their blood is called Pyrotoxinum (fire + poison). Pyrotoxinum is a black, poisonous chemical that is highly reactive with sunlight and human blood. It's composition is similar to blood, and it tastes like oil and grease. It is corrosive to skin after being exposed in sunlight, can be colorless in sunlight, and is odorless. Lastly, Pyrotoxinum is also poisonous when being ingested, making it a useful tool for humans and vampires to kill people in their sleep, and cause explosions to occur. So be extremely careful when coming across pure-bloods!

(6) With so many mouths, extremely pale skin, and no sun tolerance - pure-bloods are super easy to detect. Hence, many pure-bloods do not openly integrate themselves within human society. This means they use their environment particularly well, making them incredible predators.

(7) Unfortunately, pure-bloods can only drink blood. Eating meats, grains, and dairy is out of the question, since all human food comes from the sun. Besides, pure-bloods are not a fan of organ failure and dying an explosive death lol

(8) Ductility - Pure-bloods are able to stretch their body parts whenever their please, and return to their normal size. This ability works well for middle-aged vampires, since in their younger years - their body goes through puberty and other hormonal changes. Although, it appears in teens, it is recommended by older vampires to not dabble in this ability until they're older. They can receive training for it though!

Bonus: Short comparison between PURE-bloods and TRADITIONAL vampires

(B - Both , P - Purebloods , T - Traditional , TBD - To Be Decided)

Undead? - B

Fangs? - B

No reflection? - T

Superhuman Strength, Speed, Senses and Healing? - B

Hypnotic Eyes? - B

Shapeshifting? - B

Aversion to Holy Symbols? - T

Stake Thru the Heart? - B

Fire? - B

Invitation Needed to Enter? - TBD

Running Water? - If you mean washing your hands and rubbing your face, then T. But if it's exposed to sunlight e.g. rivers, pools? Then B.

(1) Hemomancy is the ability to control your blood in the form of weaponry, shielding, etc. This is because the human blood in their body serves as fuel for their vampiric blood. The vampire blood acts a conductor, allowing them to channel the life energy within themselves! It is by far the easiest, and notable ability that most half-vampires have.

(2) Frenzied Enhancement is an uncontrolled, bloodthirsty state that occurs immediately when drinking blood or seconds after drinking. Although it's risky, it helps half-breeds activate their strength and abilities (huge difference!!!). In simpler terms, drinking blood acts like a key to a closed treasure chest. Drinking blood is purely optional, and simply an additional tool for half-breeds to survive. However, due to vialene being reduced, half-bloods are unable to lower their adrenaline - causing a lack of self-control.

(3) Sun Tolerance - Compared to pure-bloods, most half-bloods are able to go in the sunlight without problems. Their human halves need sunlight, so having sun tolerance is a major plus!

(4) Stemming from genetics and adaptation, half-bloods have the ability to camouflage their mouths. They are able to move these mouths around, assimilate it into their skin, and in rare cases remove it from their skin completely! This process is similar to blood clotting, which is why their body is compatible with such major changes. This ability is by far one of the most envied by pure-bloods!

(5) Another trait that half-bloods can have are patchy, mosaic skin. This skin condition can come in the form of stitches, spots and spirals. Most of the vampiric race believes that this patchy skin substitutes extra body parts, e.g. the mouth. However, the reasoning behind it remains a mystery to most, since this condition has become rarer in the current generation of half-breeds (which Karma falls into).

(6) Since half-bloods are practically human, they are hard to detect appearance-wise. This doesn't stop modern methods from finding them through vialene tests, sensory overload, starvation, etc. Hence, many half-bloods try to build their endurance and stamina to remain undetected. Sometimes half-bloods even try to live off without vialene, which normally goes to shit if you're not careful. But it is possible - there's even a myth about it!

(7) Another ability that pure-bloods envy are half-bloods being able to eat human food and drink blood! Usually, many half-bloods have a strong preference of one over the other. Either way, half-bloods can live on a blood-only diet or a human-based diet. But it is strongly recommended by older generations to ingest both, since it can cause hormonal and emotional imbalances. So it's best to be on the safe side!

(8) Fixed shape - Fortunately, half-bloods are unable to twist and stretch their body parts. This is thanks to their human side kicking in, and hemoglobin being pumped around the body. Pyrotoxinum in most cases, is quite dormant. It is only activated when half-bloods use hemomancy, in fight/flight/freeze mode and possibly more!

Bonus: Short comparison between HALF-bloods and TWILIGHT vampires

(B - Both , H - Halfbloods , T - Twilight , TBD - To Be Decided)

Do they have sparkling skin in sunlight? - T

Superhuman Beauty - B, but it is not as potent as the Twilight vampires in my honest opinion.

Superhuman Strength, Speed, Senses, and Stamina? - B

Invulnerable? - T

Diamond-Hard Skin? - T. But I'd argue that falls under pure-bloods lol

Thirst for Blood? - T

Superficial Sleep? - T

No Religious Restrictions? - B

Enhanced Emotions? - TBD

Vulnerable to Fire? - T

Decapitation? - B

Bloodlust? - DEF B

Covens? - T. I wouldn't describe their family-like groups as covens, but as cliques? I don't have a full on name for it as yet...

Mate Bonds? - T

Transformation? - TBD, but I think transformation would be more suited to pure-bloods.

If you're curious about anything stated here, feel free to blast my inbox (lol)!

Once again thank you for the amazing ask @mylovelyhorror ! I hope you all continue sending your asks - thirsty, unthirsty, romantic, or just pure fluff! MWAH 💋💋💋 trust me guys i'm not dead i swear

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hey-august · 4 months ago

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A Line from Me to You - Chapter 8

Description: Buggy finds a peculiar book on his ship. Enticed by the words contained on each page, the pirate opens up. Anonymity leads to vulnerability. What else will come from this? (Chapter 1 ... Chapter 7, check out the story tag for all the chapters)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: buggy x afab!reader, this chapter is SFW, alcohol, angsty drunk buggy, no use of y/n

A/N: Smut in the next chapter!

Tag list: @lostfirefly @rorywritesjunk @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction @voloured

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A day passed. Then two days. Then the days stretched into a week. The sun coasted into a second week, time moving as it normally does, despite weight from worry and anxiety. These feelings hissed at you from the empty spot beneath the bench, taking residence in the space where a book should be. The space you checked frequently at first, then infrequently as time stretched on, before increasing in frequency once more.

Hope and fear had you grasping at any weak excuse to walk past the secret spot multiple times a day, as well as visiting at night, just in case the book learned how to camouflage and you simply hadn’t noticed its return. With every failed search, you struggled to ignore the small voice that said this was your fault. This was because you folded a page in the shared book. Muscle memory kicked in and you left a dog ear to mark the pause in your reading.

Maybe your reading buddy (if he was still that) got upset that you damaged the book. Hell, he even gave you a shoddily made bookmark to use instead. Maybe he followed through on the threat to not return a book if you damaged a book by creasing the pages again. Maybe this was the end of whatever this relationship was.

You decided to silence the thought with another walk around the ship. Maybe the book was there this time…

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Buggy fucked up. He fucked up badly. Nothing worked. Nothing helped.

The book lay on his desk, where it had been for weeks, and the captain didn’t know what to do. It was damaged. Ruined. As badly as he wanted to pass the story back to you, how could he?

Buggy slammed his empty glass on the wooden desk and glared at the novel. It sat there, daring him to make the next move. Despite all the words that built the story page by page, the book was silent. And it was all Buggy’s fault. If he hadn’t gone to the washroom that night, if he paid more attention, if he treated your belonging with more care, if- if some dumbfuck freak didn’t leave out a bucket of soapy water- shit!

Another heavy pour of alcohol did nothing to wash away the guilt. All it did was burn, searing down his throat and chest, into the heavy pit in his stomach. The heat did provide a brief welcome distraction. Casting aside the empty glass, the pirate grabbed the bottle of distractions by the neck. Disconnected feet shuffled away from the desk while a floating body swayed just above the grounded appendages. Gravity roughly pulled Buggy onto the bed with a bounce, earning a grunt and a splash of alcohol that seeped into the sheets. Fucking great. He can’t take care of anything.

With lips pressed against the opening, Buggy chugged the liquid fire mouthful by overflowing mouthful. Fumes and a lack of oxygen built up and exploded in a sputtering cough and watering eyes. His face contorted into a wince that he tried to rub away with a large hand. He smeared his lipstick across the lower half of his face in a sloppy attempt to wipe away spit and alcohol. Blearily, Buggy looked at his red-stained palm. Another mess he created.

Angry with fate mocking him, Buggy threw his bottle across the room with a shout. The tinted glass was no match for the speed and shattered after colliding with the wooden wall. A loud crack was followed by the dainty tinkling of shards falling to the ground. The amber liquid that had been left in the bottle dripped down the wall.

Buggy chewed his lip and stared at the stain as the alcohol seeped into the porous wood, watching it grow with each beat of his own bleeding heart. He blinked away a burn in his eyes. A hand zipped over to his desk and retrieved a full bottle. Buggy uncorked the distractions and settled in for another night without a bedtime story.

Morning arrived and left without a word. The afternoon slipped by in a haze of headaches and half-assed duties that couldn’t be put off. By evening, Buggy’s head was finally clear. Waves of cheap rum had ebbed and his weighted guilt sat in it’s usual spot - at the captain’s desk. Buggy absentmindedly ran his thumb along the rippled pages of the water damaged book. They fluttered loudly. The paper was stiff, stuck together and impossible to separate without tearing.

Buggy’s attention wasn’t on the damage he couldn’t undo, though. He was reading. And taking notes. According to the map and his books, there should be an island with a sizable population nearby. One big enough to barter and trade with plenty of other islands and towns. Big enough to welcome visitors and travelers who would spend money. And maybe it was big enough to have a book shop.

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The crunch of pebbles spat up by the ocean gave way to loose gravel, then to the compacted streets of a town. With the changing path, footsteps became muffled and overlaid by busy chatter, merchants beckoning potential shoppers, childish shrieks of laughter, and the clang of a nearby clock tower. A busker crooned unfamiliar songs to a captive audience enjoying the outside seating of a waterfront bistro.

You strolled past the stalls closest to the dock, eyeing the fresh catches of the day being turned into handheld snacks. At the edge of the entrance, where you were just barely in town, you parted with a few coins for a paper cone loaded with a mix of fritters. You ignored the steam and popped one into your mouth. It tasted of freshly fried potato, salt, and regret.

The jangling from your wallet increased and decreased as you went through your shopping list line by line, depending on whether you paid with bills or exact change. Eventually you came to an item that was followed by a question mark. You almost always found an excuse to buy a book or two at port. And if you couldn’t find a shop that sold new releases or secondhand stories, there was usually an overturned book in a restaurant or café that you could sneak away without the current reader noticing.

You had been able to excuse the theft by reasoning that people on land could replace their belongings easier than you could buy them while at sea. Plus if they didn’t notice their belonging disappear, then they didn’t deserve to keep it. Now that you were the one with a half-read story in your mind, you felt differently. Maybe this was your fate - to become a victim of the experience you callously forced onto others.

The thoughts cycled as you continued walking and snacking, making your way through fried clams, chunks of sweet potato, bouncy octopus, and flaky fish. Eventually you found yourself with only fried peppers left in the cone and standing across the street from a bookshop. The idea of reading alone no longer seemed enjoyable. It left a bitter taste in your mouth, just like the fried peppers you would throw out. Still, you found yourself trying to read the book titles in the window display.

Planning to only browse for a few minutes, you stepped inside. The shop was calm compared to the bustling street outside. You drifted down the small aisles, unable to find a genre that interested you. Just you. In each section there were books that were only half-interesting. The half that was missing belonged to someone else.

There was an absence that was growing past the boundaries you wished it would stay within. It crept beyond friendly borders and turned into an aching loneliness. The feeling was compounded by all the books surrounding you, whispering through paper pages, calling out their stories. But none of them would have the ending you wanted.

Just as you turned to leave, you were knocked entirely off balance by a mass of barely contained panic. Someone’s hand on the back of your head kept you from smacking it against the edge of a shelf, but they weren’t able to keep you from falling ass first onto the ground with a cry. Before you could look up at your assailant, you were hoisted back into a standing position. Finally, you were able to look your captain in the face.

“In a rush?” Your tone was tight, walking the line between frustration and teasing. Surprise and curiosity.

“Yeah- No. Yeah. I’ve got things to do,” Buggy said, stumbling over the words. His eyes darted around you, following his hands which were picking up the few books that fell in the shuffle. “You alright? I wasn’t loo- I didn’t… Are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so. Maybe embarrassed for falling like that and shouting.” You shifted your weight and felt a little tenderness in your rear.

The captain’s hands returned to rest of himself with a book. His fingers were splayed awkwardly, concealing most of the cover and spine. Most, but not all.

“Where did you find that book?,” you blurted out at the familiar item. One that looked like your source of guilt for the past few weeks.

“What book?” Buggy’s response was a tad too loud. He dropped his arms to his side and tried to shuffle past you.

“That book! This one!” You grabbed his coat to stop is escape and reached around for his other hand. It remained just out of reach, floating a few centimeters from his wrist.

“Over there,” Buggy said, trying desperately to walk away without shoving you again.

Logically, you knew it wasn’t the same one. The pages weren’t full of banter and snide comments. It wouldn’t have spicy remarks or goofy faces doodled in the margins. The novel was crisp and unmarred. There were no bookmarks. You could buy a new copy, but that’s not what you really wanted.

“I didn’t expect you to be a romance guy,” you commented.

The captain you knew was rough. Rugged and abrasive. Not the kind of person who would want to read about kings and queens bartering their kin and arranging marriages. You noticed how his hands gripped the story and how natural it looked. The idea of Buggy thumbing through pages full of coy glances and shy hand holding was…endearing. As you remembered the moments that gave you butterflies, you also remembered the scenes that made you sweat.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I read all kinds of things,” Buggy muttered. A cherry hue was blooming across his cheeks.

Smut. Your captain reads porn. And you just called him out on it. While outing yourself in the process, because you recognized the fucking story.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you liked to read too. What other books do you like?”

You wanted to change the subject and get away from this spicy territory. Unfortunately, that didn’t work. The heat that prickled up your chest only increased with Buggy’s answer. You had already read the titles your captain mentioned. They were on the ship, full of notes from being passed back and forth with another reader.

What the fuck. Wasn’t your reading buddy a grown man? Like the one standing in front of you? He wrote it himself. Could Buggy be… But why would he buy a book that you were already reading? Maybe it was just a coincidence. It couldn’t be, though. It’s just a coincidence that you read the same books and here he was buying yet another book that you knew?

Your wide eyed expression stopped Buggy’s rambling in it’s tracks. The blush crossing his face had made it’s way to his ears. He blinked a few times, opened his mouth, and closed it without another word. His painted lips made a soft pop noise when they closed.

“Alright, well. Good chat.” Buggy clasped your shoulder and gave you an awkward shake. And then he paused. He squeezed his hand and finally let you go.

With no air in your chest and no words in your mouth, you let him walk past. This didn’t make sense, but it also made complete sense. You had so many questions, but what could you even ask in a moment like this?

Part of you hoped it was just a coincidence. That you weren’t swapping books with your captain. Sharing personal thoughts, feelings, and memories. Connecting with him. Reading and commenting on explicit scenes with the person that you liked. The person you wished you could reenact those scenes with.

Glancing towards the back of the shop, you watched Buggy walk further away. He was tall and his strides were long. His blue hair swayed with each step and fuck-

You felt dizzy. You needed air. You needed to get out of the store.

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