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lostfirefly · 6 months ago

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Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true, deep down inside we want to believe they still do

I haven't written for the reader for a long time. Sorry guys. I was a little emotionally exhausted. As always, this fic was not planned and was born here. I had fun writing it, I hope you enjoy it too. The name of the fic was inspired by Buggy's daughter question about love. English isn't my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

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Description: Buggy tells a fairy story to children.

Warnings: Buggy is talking nonsense, fun, Impel Down vibes (woooohooo!)

WC: 5467 (this's the longest fic for the reader I've ever written, haha)

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @buggy-samaaa, @hey-august (i hope you don't mind), @emmiebugz-blog (in case you missed it)

The title is taken from “Ever Ever After” by Carrie Underwood.

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“Please, Elodie, Oak and Blandina, calm down!” You stood beside one bunk bed and one regular bed and, and tried to put on your son's pajamas. “Bedtime!”

“We don't want to sleep!” With glee, they replied, and showed their tongues.

“Oh my God, you're going to drive me crazy, just like your father!” You watched as the three kids started running around you.

They were your and Buggy's kids. The oldest was a boy named Oak, he was 8. Buggy named him that because he thought the baby reminded him of a tree trunk in the first few months after birth. Oak was an exact copy of his father. With blue hair, green eyes, a red nose and a bad clown temper. He loved spending evenings with Buggy on the deck, rummaging through papers and maps, and diligently imitated his father in everything. You were incredibly amused by the look of frustration on their faces every time when you wouldn't let them launch the Buggy Ball.

“Where's daddy? We went to his office this afternoon, but he wasn't there.” In unison came the sad voices of two girls.

Elodie and Blandina, two twins, and they were six. You hadn't planned any more children since your first son, but one day, after a successful island robbery and a big party to celebrate it, Buggy didn't hold back and two weeks later you realized you were pregnant. At first, you thought he'd be upset, but he was happy.

During both of your pregnancies, Buggy read a lot of books, and honestly, you didn't expect that. During your breakfasts and dinners together, he was constantly telling you what he had read in books. If a book mentioned eating a certain fruit for health during pregnancy, this fruit showed up on the ship soon. Buggy stole the baby's crib (okay, he stole everything for the babies). The crew was exhausted by the end of your pregnancy because Buggy kept sending them to islands to get things (beds, toys or anything else) or food he had read about in books.

He was hoping for the birth of two more boys, whom he planned to raise as the eldest son and then organize a family crime guild, but two girls were born. Buggy jumped with happiness when he saw them and immediately named them Elodie and Blandina. Elodie was also born with blue hair, but she inherited your eye color, she was five minutes older than Blandina, and she was always reminding her sister of that. Blandina had green eyes and your hair color, and a nose like Buggy. And every time Elodie reminded her that she was older, Blandina poked her nose and said she looked more like her father. Unfortunately, all your kids inherited Buggy's personality.

“Mommy, where's daddy?” Elodie crossed her arms and jumped into the bed.

“Your dad is busy. He'll be here soon. He has to finish his captain's business, and then he's going to look over the ship to make sure we're safe and come over to say goodnight.” You sat down next to Elodie, and Blandina, with Oak, immediately jumped on the bed, curling up next to you.

“Daddy doesn't love me. He left his cabin this afternoon and didn't wait for me. I brought him tea, but he wasn't there.” Blandina frowned and buried her forehead in her knees.

“What are you talking about, sweetheart? He loves you very much. Do you know how he'd been waiting for all of you? He used to put his head on my belly every night and talk to you. I'm sure if he knew his sweet Blandina was coming with tea, he would have waited for you.” You nuzzled your daughter's head.

“Tomorrow, dad promised to show me how to make a bomb! Cool!!” Oak rolled from his back to his buttocks with joy. “I’m so excited!!”

“And daddy promised to get me the most delicious ice cream. He's gonna use his powers and steal me the most delicious ice cream!!!” Elodie showed her tongue to Oak.

“I want ice cream too!” Blandina raised her head and looked at you. “Why won't daddy steal me ice cream?” She started sobbing.

“Because I'm five minutes older than you! He loves me more since he's known me a whole five minutes longer.” Elodie showed her palm with five fingers and tongue again.

“Elodie, stop it! Daddy loves you all equally!” You said sternly but calmly.

“Relax, Blandina.” Oak lay on his back, one leg crossed over the other, and started dangling his leg. “Our dad is like superman. He's going to split up and bring us all ice cream.” He put his hands behind his head. “God, that's so cool that he can do that. Why can't I do that? Mom, why didn't you think this through?”

“How was I supposed to think this through?” You rolled her eyes and hugged Blandina tightly.

“Damn! Why is it not hereditary?” Oak gasped and rolled sharply onto his buttocks. “Should I eat that fruit too?”

“Over my dead body, Oak!” You slapped his head lightly.

“Ouch, why?” He scratched the top of his head. “That's so cool! I'll be like dad!”

“You won't be able to swim, dummy!” Elodie said in a mocking voice and lightly tapped her brother on the head.

“Yeah, your dad loved it and misses it a lot.” You exhaled sadly.

“Hm.. I didn't think about that. Damn!” Oak lightly punched the knee. “Then I want a coat and a hat like his. And then, when I grow up, I'll gather my own crew and build my own ship. And dad and I will be the most formidable alliance in all the seas.”

“Of course you will, sweetie!” You kissed your son on the cheek.

“Damn, mom! Stop doing that!” Oak wiped his cheek. “I bet dad doesn't like it, so I don't like it!”

“Oh, you are so wrong!” You giggled. “Okay, everyone, let's go to bed, I'm going to tell you a story.” You nudged all the kids into their beds, covered the girls and Oak with a blanket, and sat down in a chair. “Okay, listen. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess…”

“Hoooray!! A love story!!” The girls gave each other high-fives.

“Oh, no! Not about the princess! Ew!” Oak crinkled his face. “Why do I have to listen to these snotty pink stories forever? There was a princess, she sat in a castle, then a prince of unreal beauty came to her, saved her from a dragon, or a witch or another creature, and they had a wedding to a song the birds sang happily to them. Bla-bla! That sucks! I want a normal fairy tale! Tell me a normal fairy tale, mom! About pirates and treasure. Shit!”

“Oak! Watch your language! There are girls here!” You walked over to his bed and covered him with a second blanket. “I'm going to tell your father ever~!”

You didn't have time to finish the sentence before you heard the nursery door close with a clatter, and the scolding and shuffling of heavy footsteps came from the next room.

“Dad!!!” Oak jumped up from the bed.

“Quiet!” You grabbed your son's hand and reached under the bed for the bat with your other hand.

A few months ago, when Buggy was away from the ship, the vessel was attacked by small-time pirates. They were hoping to find treasure on the Big Top, but they didn't make it in time. Buggy and part of the crew returned just as the pirates from that small ship broke into the nursery. Gangers, along with the part of the crew that missed the attack, quickly went overboard. Buggy screamed at the whole crew all evening, and it took you a lot of effort to calm him down.

“Buggy, is that you?” You shouted toward the other side of the room, holding back your son, who was already ready to run that way.

“Yes! Do I need to tap our secret code or can I log in already?” A tired, hoarse voice came from behind the door. “Fuck, I'm exhausted!” Buggy piled into the bedroom and flopped into a chair and silently raised his hand, greeting everyone.

“DAD!!!” The girls yelled with glee.

“FINALLY!!” Oak pulled out of your arms and ran onto Buggy's lap. “Mom thought it was bandits again, but I wasn't even scared. At all! I would have protected everyone, like you did then. When I remember how you scattered everyone with your abilities then, and then threw everyone overboard, it gives me goosebumps!! Where have you been? Oh, oh! What are we going to do tomorrow? The bombs? Are you going to show me how to shoot them? And how to throw knives? Oh, I want to learn to read maps like you!” He rubbed your husband's tired body.

Husband. You've been married for two years. One morning, Buggy decided that after 10 years of a relationship and three children, he needed to propose to you. Buggy called you into the nest, where, to the sound of fireworks and music, he proposed to you. You got married when your daughters were four. The wedding celebration dragged on for two weeks because a wedding to Buggy - implies the flashiest and sometimes strangest wedding ever. He took you to several islands, each of which he threw a ceremony with the brightest fireworks, the biggest noisy party and the biggest cake. And Buggy had an ulterior motive for this: he wanted every person on every island to know that you became his wife.

“Oak, stop torturing your father.” You walked up to your husband's tired body and kissed his head. “Hi! Is everything okay?” You watched him remain silent. “Want some tea?”

Buggy nodded.

“I'll get it now.” You kissed him again and walked to the other side of the room.

“So,” Buggy exhaled and patted his son on the shoulder, “what did my Buggy Gang do today?”

“We played with dolls with mom and helped her cook pasta, but it didn't work out and everything burned.” Blandina said in a very upset voice and was about to cry when she hid under her pink blanket. “I thought you were hungry. I wanted you to have lunch, but I ruined it.”

“So it was you who made this delicious pasta? I don't know, I tried it, and it was tasty.” Buggy took Oak's hand and led him to the bed where Blandina was laying. They both plopped down on the bottom bunk.

“Really? Did you like it?” She lifted the blanket and looked at Buggy with wide, wet eyes.

"Of course, my jelly bean!" Buggy patted Blandina and nodded.

It took you a long time to teach Buggy to answer children like that, because before, and even now, he sometimes doesn’t filter his words. Blandina crawled out from under the blanket, sat on his lap and hugged him tightly. Buggy kissed his daughter on the top of her head.

“I wanna join you too!!” Elodie looked at Blandina on her father's lap, her brother under his arm, and immediately jumped down to them, settling under Buggy's other arm.

You came back into the room with a large cup of tea, a box of chocolates and small sandwiches, looked at the family picture and smiled widely. “God, you are so cute. You could be on the cover of the World's Greatest Pirate Family magazine right now.” You put the tray next to the bed and handed the cup of tea to Buggy, “Never in my life did I think I would fall in love with a handsome captain who would take me away with him and then have three beautiful children.”

“Oh, mom, please don't tell me that saccharine story about how you saw dad drunk in torn shoes. Every time it ends with those two in tears!” Oak rolled his eyes and pointed at his sisters. “Crybabies!”

“Hey, buddy! I wasn't wearing torn shoes!” Buggy gently slapped his son on his shoulder and looked at you.

“Are you kidding me, Buggy? I almost saw your socks! Sorry, my dear clown, but I remember very well how you crashed into me drunk, then fell to the ground and almost hit me in my nose.” You sipped your tea and took candy.

“This is so romantic!” The girls sighed in unison. “Even though daddy almost broke mommy's nose, she helped him up and took him to her house, gave him some tea and treated his wounds. And dad fell in love with mommy, didn't he?” Four round eyes looked at Buggy.

“Yes, jelly beans, that's how it was.” Buggy shifted his gaze to you and winked. “Your daddy fell under the spell of mommy's kindness and beauty.”

“And then you brought her tea from everywhere. And you still do this. I saw it. I’m smart. Not only that, but I notice everything.” Blandina took each of Buggy's fingers in turn. “It's very romantic. I hope my future husband will do the same.”

“If he won't do that, Blandina,” Buggy touched the tip of his daughter's nose, “I'll rip his di-.”

“Buggy!” You quickly pulled him up with a shout. “Choose your words!”

“Noo, not romance again!! Dad, tell us a NORMAL story!!” Oak tugged at Buggy's hand.

“I don't know, Oak, I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow?” Buggy sipped his tea and exhaled tiredly.

“Ple-e-ease!!!” All three children begged in unison.

“You can't get away with it, dad. I wanna hear a story too.” You giggled and settled more comfortably in the chair.

Buggy looked at your mocking face and shook his head. “Okay. The story.. The story.. Oh, I know! Once upon a time, there lived a girl in a castle..”

“Are you kidding me? What’s the bullshit?” Oak slammed his fist on the bed.

“Oak! What kind of language is that?!!” You said sternly. “It's all your bad influence, Buggy. I've asked you a hundred times not to swear in front of the kids.”

“Sorry, my marshmallow.” Buggy shrugged guiltily. “Oh, I know, a great story. Have you ever heard the one about the brilliant and amazing pirate who escaped from prison?”

“COOL!!! PIRATES!!!” Oak rubbed his hands happily and sat comfortably under Buggy's armpit.

Buggy placed his palm on son’s head and cleared his throat. “Once upon a time, a fearless pirate, who was being chased by all the marines in the world, ended up in prison. And he ended up there because he raided an island for a year and scared all the inhabitants.”

“Didn't he get the doors mixed up?” You giggled, eating candies from the box.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Y/N. In my story, he scared the whole island.” Buggy pulled the children closer. “And there he was, in one of the scariest multi-level underwater prisons. And since he was a famous pirate whose head was worth a lo-o-ot of money, he was put on the very last level, where the most dashing and respected criminals sat.”

“And I thought he stayed on the first level, where the people were weaker.” You were sipping your tea, kicking your feet a little.

“I know this story better, Y/N!” Buggy glanced at you and winked.

“Mom, don't interrupt!” Six upset eyes looked at you.

“Okay, okay! I'm silent!” You ate five candies and mumbled with your mouth full. “See? I’m eating candies!”

“Thank you!” Buggy kissed each child on the top of the head. “So. It was a very terrible prison, with the most terrible tortures in the whole wide world.” Buggy theatrically waved his hand through the air.

“Wo-o-o-ow!!” Oak said quietly, rounding his eyes. “And what was the name of this pirate?”

“The name? Hm…” Buggy scratched his head. “Ha! Dokeno.”

“Do-ke-no…” Oak repeated quietly. “What happened next?”

Buggy watched out of the corner of his eye as Elodie tried to reach for her pink dresser without letting go of his hand. He sighed to himself and sent part of his hand to get her box and handed it to his daughter. Elodie patted Blandina on the shoulder and they both settled down behind him. You tilted your head and saw how the girls took out colorful ribbons, hairpins with ducklings and flowers from the box, and began to braid Buggy's hair.

“Da-a-ad!!” Oak hit his father on the arm. “The story!!”

“Yeah, sorry, buddy.” Buggy hugged his son tightly. “Dokeno was on the sixth level of the prison when he realized he needed to escape the prison.”

“Dad…” Elodie's voice came from behind him as she wove Buggy's pink ribbon into his pigtail.

“Hm?”

“Dokeno escaped because he was in a hurry to see the woman he loved?”

Buggy shifted his gaze to Oak, who was begging to tell him no, then shifted his gaze to you and saw you shrug. “Yes, sweetheart. He was in a hurry to see his beloved woman. The most beautiful woman in the world.” Buggy saw Oak roll his eyes and laughed. “As I said, Dokeno was a brave pirate and thanks to his ingenuity, he managed to distract the guards and escape the cell.”

“How did he get out?” Buggy heard Blandina's tiny voice, who was pulling hairpins out of boxes.

“He just got out because he was amazing.” Buggy reached back slightly and stroked his daughter's head. “Don't get distracted, sweetheart, braid my hair”

“All right, daddy!!”

“Dokeno ran past the cells where the most dangerous criminals sat, paying no attention to them, even though they were begging for help. But Dokeno had to get out of here soon, because at any minute his escape could be reported to Warden Magellan.” Buggy wanted to put the bandana in his pocket, but Oak immediately snatched it out of his hands.

“Ma-gel-lan. Was he scary?” Oak lifted his head slightly, looked at Buggy and tied the bandana on his head.

“Yes, very scary. He was so big, ugly and looked like an overgrown bat. He could let out a purple venom that was very dangerous.” Buggy scratched his cheek. “But suddenly Dokeno saw the Crying Boy in the cell, he was wearing a straw hat, and Dokeno’s heart trembled.”

“Oh, my God!” You laughed, noticing Buggy's look and putting more candy in your mouth. “I'm silent.”

“Why was the kid locked in a cell?” Elodie twirled the bundle on Buggy's head.

“He misbehaved, honey. He took what daddy needed.. I mean, Dokeno needed, and he was punished for it.” Buggy exhaled and glanced at his kids in a row. “Anyway, the boy cried and asked for help getting out, offering a bracelet in return. But it wasn't just a bracelet, it was a treasure map. But Dokeno was ashamed to steal from a sad, lonely little boy.”

“Ashamed? He was a fearsome and formidable pirate.” You said, sipping your tea.

“I'm telling this story, Y/N. And even evil pirates can be good people sometimes.” Buggy put a finger to his lips, showing you the signal to be silent. “Dokeno released the Crying Boy, and they ran together to the fifth level of the prison, which was called Freezing Hell. Level five was completely covered in ice, so much so that the prisoners were freezing to death and the food was so frozen that it was impossible to eat.”

“But how did Dokeno not freeze to death?” Oak asked, scratching his head, quietly copying his father's movements.

“He was warmed by love, dumbass.” Blandina mumbled, fixing the duckling barrettes in Buggy's hair.

“Yes, he was warmed by love.” Buggy chuckled. “Suddenly, on the fifth level, Dokeno and the Crying Boy met their future running mate. A man... a candle. Yes, the Candle Man.”

“Wasn't that on level two?” You licked your fingers after candy, dangling your feet.

“No, that was on level five, Y/N. And in fact, shut up.” Buggy smacked Oak on the top of his head. “Dokeno, the Crying Boy, and the Candle Man ran to find a way out on level four, and they had to do it as soon as possible, since the loudspeaker announced that the most dangerous and handsome criminal had escaped and was about to break out of a prison that no one had broken out of in twenty years.”

“Wow. Dokeno's a badass.” Oak sighed with admiration.

“Very badass.” You looked at Buggy and sent him an air kiss.

“Yeah, he was a cool man. The guards in their room noticed that the prisoners had escaped and were already on level five, and sent part of the team to catch the criminals. They sent wolves to catch fearless Dokeno, the Crying Boy and the Candle Man. The wolves wanted to eat the boy, but Dokeno couldn't let them eat the child and chased the wolves away with just... with a look.” Buggy looked at you and shrugged. He called this technique the Intimidating Look.”

“Wow! the Intimidating Look! What happened next?” Oak grabbed Buggy's hand, looked at his sisters who continued to braid their father's pigtails, and yawned slightly.

“After they chased the wolves away, they found the stairs that led to the fourth level of the prison. Aren't you kids sleepy yet?” Buggy asked with hope in his voice.

“No, we're fine.” With glee all kids replied

“Oh, man.” Buggy muttered to himself.

“I don't wanna sleep either.” You giggled, picking up the box of candy.

Buggy looked at you, narrowing his eyes. “Okay. All three of them went up the stairs to the fourth level of the prison, which was called the Blazing Hell and was also known as the Lake of Blood. On that level, prisoners were forced to jump into a cauldron while several others prisoners were forced to deliver wood to keep the cauldron hot. Warden Magellan, upon learning that the prisoners were making their way higher, sent his mercenaries to level three. Some of the prisoners who threw the logs were in a deal with Magellan, and they tried to stop the brave Dokeno. But he threw everyone into the cauldron with one blow and the wood. To keep out of the blood tank, Dokeno took one of the woods the prisoners were using for the cauldron, and as if on a raft floated it to the other side.”

“And how did he float it on a raft? If it was a blazing he-e-ell. It’s the hell. The raft could have caught fire.” You squinted, looking at your husband.

“He just floated through. Dokeno was almighty, okay? Dokeno, the Candle Man, and the Crying Boy, who by the way was sobbing and hysterical the whole way, got on the raft and swam to the passageway to the third level of the prison, which was called Starvation Hell.”

“Wo-o-oah! Starvation Hell.” Oak whispered, taking sandwiches.

“Yeah.” Buggy adjusted his bandana on the son’s head. “All the prisoners here, who now look haggard and starved, were formerly formidable pirates with a reward of 50,000,000 or more. Due to the high temperature that rises to the third level from the bottom floor, the prisoners here are on the verge of death with virtually no food or water. But on this level, Dokeno, the Candle Man, and the Crying Boy were waiting by Magellan's companions. Minorhinoceros, Minocoala, and Blugori.”

“Were they fearsome creatures?” Blandina asked in a frightened voice. “Did they threaten poor Dokeno?”

“No, no, honey!” Buggy stroked his daughter's head. “They were nice animals. Those Blugori were like... like... like cotton candy. Pink and fluff, and with cute funny faces. They didn't want to work for Magellan because they were good beasts.” Buggy scratched his head. “Dokeno, the Candle Man, and the Crying Boy argued because each had their own rescue tactics. The Boy was scared and wanted to go back to his cell, but fearless Dokeno stopped him. The boy sat on the ground in terror, started crying and accidentally touched one of the slabs with his hand, and all three fell into a trap. A net of Sea Stone lifted them into the air.”

“What’s this?” Oak asked, climbing onto his bed.

“This thing that.. you know.. Made people weak. Even the strongest and most fearless.” Buggy scratched his neck and glanced at the daughters. “The Crying Boy and the Candle Man began to hysterically say that they were going to die. The only one who did not panic was Dokeno. He remembered about the knife in his boot and he cut the mesh, which was not subject to other people, but was subject to the blade from Dokeno's boot, and freed his comrades.”

“Wooow!” Oak whispered.

“We nee more ribbons, Blandina!” Elodie jumped off the bed and ran to the dresser, she grabbed yellow ribbons and sat back.

“Guys, don't you want to sleep yet?” Buggy asked with hope in his voice.

“No, we're fine.” The children and you answered in unison.

“Mother fuc~!” Buggy rolled his eyes. “Okay, Dokeno was able to persuade Blugori, Minokoala and Minorhinoceros to side with him and help them get to the second level. And when they were close to the passage, more of Magellan's men appeared. The Candle Man turned into wax and tried to stop the guards..”

“What power did that Crying Boy in the hat have?” You asked slyly, looking at your daughters, who were already tying even more ribbons into a bun of hair.

“He had the Power of Crying, okay?” Buggy hissed through the teeth. “Anyway, Minorhino and Minokoala helped the Candle Man to attack the guards, Dokeno fought using his wits, hands and knives in his boots, and the Crying Boy sat in the corner and cried. When the guards were defeated, our heroes moved towards the passage to the second floor. But then the sphinxes appeared.”

You choked on your candy. “Oh my God!”

“Yes, marshmallows, sphinxes. They came running from the second floor, the floor of hellish creatures. Did I mention that Dokeno was fearless?” Buggy watched as you and the kids nodded at the same time. “He was so fearless that he was not afraid to fight the sphinx. He tricked him into the net from which Dokeno had gotten out earlier and lifted the sphinx into the air. Access to the second level was open. Dokeno, the Candle Man, who had already turned back into a man and the Crying Boy, who did not stop crying in the corner, were finally close to leaving the prison. On the second floor, they meet the Basilisk, this is a snake born from a chicken, and a hippopotamus that wanted to devour Dokeno. But they were defeated by the great Dokeno. The hippopotamus crashed into a wall while running after Dokeno, the Candle Man and the Crying Boy.”

“What about the Basilisk?” You asked, taking a sip of tea and eating it with sweets.

“Put this one here with dandelions, Elodie!” Blandina stuck another hairpin into her father's hair. “This will make our dad even more handsome.”

Buggy whispered to you "I'll kill you" with his lips. “The Basilisk.. The Basilisk.. Ha! Dokeno tricked him into one of the empty cells and locked him there, okay?” Buggy scratched his nose. “Anyway, the other prisoners, who were trapped on the second level, were so impressed by the great criminal that they begged Dokeno for help. Dokeno decided that this was his chance to recruit the strongest team and freed all the prisoners who had already fallen to their knees in front of him. They obviously worshiped him for freedom and the chaos created by Dokeno. Did I mention he was a famous pirate?” Buggy looked at his son.

“Yeah!” Oak nodded. “What happened next?”

“Magellan, having learned that Dokeno had advanced so far, built a wall which was made of his poison, which prevented passage to the first level to the main gate. But Dokeno, with the power of word and thought, managed to destroy the poisonous wall and led his new squad to the exit. At the level one, which was called the Crimson Hell, was one of the hardest battles of Dokeno.”

“But love helped him fight, right, daddy?” Blandina asked in a tiny voice, putting more hairpins on Buggy's hair. “That's better.”

“Yes, honey, love helped him fight.” Buggy cleared his throat. “While the Crying Boy was crying again in the corner, Dokeno, the Candle Man and his new team, captured the guards who were in charge of opening the gates of the greatest prison in the world. Recognizing Dokeno and admiring his courage and fearlessness, they opened the gates without any doubts and allowed everyone to escape. Magellan tried to stop them and even went in pursuit of them, but he failed.” Buggy watched as the girls started yawning and carefully began to lay them out in bed. “Dokeno's team was already waiting for him on the ship. He, along with the rescued criminals who swore to be faithful to him for the rest of their lives, the Candle Man and the Crying Boy, climbed onto the ship. And Dokeno set off in search of new adventures.” Buggy put Oak under the blanket. “That's what he was, Dokeno - a hero among pirates.” Buggy took Elodie's box of hairpins and carefully placed it on the table.

“Dokeno.. a hero among pirates.” Oak muttered, burrowing his nose under the blanket.

“Dad? Did Dokeno return to his beloved woman? Is he happy now?” Elodie asked, yawning.

Buggy looked over his shoulder at you and adjusted his daughter's pillow. “Of course he's back. And he found his happy ending with the love of his life.”

“I'm gonna be like you, dad.” Oak said quietly. “See you tomorrow, I love you.”

“We love you, mom and dad. Good night.” The girls could barely wave to you.

“Good night, my jelly beans. Love you all.” Buggy said quietly, covering Elodie with a blanket.

He came up to you quickly and kissed you in the forehead. “Hi, Y/N.”

“It was hell, not a fairy tale, Buggy.” You tried not to laugh out loud and took his hand.

“I know. But they liked it.” Buggy put his arm around your shoulder and kissed your head. “Sorry, I wanted to leave early, but I had to make sure three times that my family was safe.”

“It's okay.” You looked at the kids, then at Buggy. “We have wonderful children, Dokeno, even though they have taken on your personality. Your genes have proven stronger than mine.” You placed your head on his shoulder.

“I won't even apologize for that, Y/N. Oh! How's the new batch of Buggy doing? When will they be ready?” He gently stroked your round belly.

“It's only the fourth month, my love, they told me they are fine but still cooking. You'll have to wait a little longer.” You kissed him on his cheek. “How did you even manage to do this again?”

“I’m the Genius Jester, marshmallow, but you didn't complain that night, right? And that was so-o-o good!” Buggy took your hand. “Come on, you need to rest too.”

“Let's sit on the deck for a bit, please. I wanna spend some time with you, I miss you. ”

“Fine. But I promise, we'll spend the whole day together tomorrow.” Buggy led you out onto the deck, threw his coat over your shoulders and sat you down on a bench. “It's a quiet night tonight. We're going to dock at an island for a couple of days in a few days. I promised to take Oak with me and buy him a hat.”

“He wants to be like you in everything, even copies your walk.” You adjusted the coat and settled yourself under Buggy’s armpit.

“Of course, I'm a scary and menacing pira~.” He heard you laugh out loud. “What's so funny, Y/N?”

“I'm sorry. I’m so sorry.” You wiped away tears of laughter. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You have pink, yellow and red ribbons with flowers, and hairpins with ducks and butterflies in your hair. A scary pirate with ducks.” You laid your head on his shoulder. “Oh! We could have a family picnic since we are about to dock. One day we're gonna miss this things. Family evenings, picnics. What do you think about the picnic?”

“If you want, ok. Everything is for you, my beloved marshmallow.” Buggy put his hand on your belly and started gently rubbing it. “I wonder who'll be born? And how many will there be?”

“I love you but I swear to God, clown, if more than one child is born, I'll rip off your manhood and throw it in the water for the first shark that comes along to eat.”

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sugar-grigri · 5 months ago

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Ok so from my understanding of your analysis Johan killed the fortners because, 1:so that they could become one again and destroy the Nina identity and 2:bec Johan distrusts adults except for Dr tenma and he wanted to entrust nina to Dr tenma? The 9 year gap could be Johan leaving her alone so that she could heal (she had a terrible emotional shock after all and the fortners gave her a therapist) 1)

Hello little monster fan Anon! I'm sorry if my answer lacked clarity, often the asks I read impel me into an analysis that doesn't precisely and succinctly answer the question posed.

*** You've summed up my answer perfectly, but I just wanted to clarify a few points. To understand Johan is to understand a shadow cast on the wall. Even if we understand its contours, it is uncertain. After all, Johan's very existence in Monster has been questioned by characters, he has no name and appears very little. So we won't know, and the point is not to know precisely what Johan might have been doing for 9 years.

I don't think Johan himself was interested in studies, education or even knowledge. Or rather, he wasn't interested in them as such. He saw them simply as means either of domination, and playing at martyring ants, as with the bank, or as means of accessing answers about himself.

The fact that he studied children's rights in international law proves this. He is studying it in order to manipulate better; being close to children, his speciality as an academic, is part of the mask he has decided to wear at Munique University. But I don't think he chose this speciality at random and that in this discipline, but also in his interactions with children, Johan was looking for answers.

I'm researching the rights of children proclaimed by the United Nations in 1986.

He is a selfless genius, but he has also shown hesitation at times, even vulnerability. And he suffers from traumatic amnesia, just like Nina. For Nina, the secret to her recovery was to forget Johan. Johan's recordings show that ‘Anna’ was his lifeline.

I was waiting for Anna. - For Anna? Who's Anna?

You really have to read them as reflections of each other, because even though Johan's actions are obviously awful and against Nina's happiness, I'm going to take the risky step of saying that I don't think Johan wanted to hurt Nina. I know that sounds excruciatingly inevitable. But although Johan embodies nihilism, the only inevitability he admits to is Nina.

When Nina returned from the House of the Rose, Johan decided to carry the trauma with him to the point of convincing himself that he had lived through it. Convincing himself that he has lived through it is a mental defence mechanism for Johan. It's more terrible for him to think that Nina suffered than that he suffered.

All the despair, the trauma, the fear of Bonaparta and his return, Johan has carried with him. Nina was rid of it. If Johan asks her to kill him, he is doing it for her. Johan is Nina and Nina is Johan. If Nina gets rid of the dark, desperate part of herself (Johan), she will be able to achieve happiness.

It's all yours.

It's all an unconscious, silent contract between the twins. When Johan kills the Fortners, I think Johan knows he's not doing it for Nina's sake. But he doesn't want to hurt her either. But it was inevitable. Paradoxically, Johan is the bearer of a certain fatalism, the past and memories are the greatest determinism that conditions us. The past returns. And even if she has forgotten it, the death of Nina's parents has hit her again.

There is no question of limiting the Fortners' death to Johan's intentions per se. The death of the Fortners is a question.

Who killed them ? Nina by failing to kill Johan? Tenma by saving him? If we see them both in front of the bodies, it's to question their own responsibility. They contributed to the tragedy and are actors in it.

Why did you save him? - Didn't I kill him?!

#monster #naoki urasawa #nina #nina fortner #tenma #tenma kenzo #johan #johan liebert #anna liebert #analysis #franz bonaporta #I'm in no way saying that Tenma and Nina deserve what's happening to them or that they're responsible in themselves #only that this is how we should question the scene #IMO #monster analysis #ask #<3

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thewritingbeforesunrise · 2 years ago

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What Happens In Florence... Stays In Florence. (Part 3)

(Sequel to Confession)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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This is a smut twin fic (not twincest). If it's not something you like please scroll.

A/N: Here we are, this is the third and final part of this short story.

Part 1

Part 2

Just a reminder: this is a twin fic in which both of them interact with the same reader.

Don't hesitate to let me know what you think about this!

Word count: 6.4K

Pairing: Josh x female!reader x Jake

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, oral (m!receiving), dirty talk, unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, voyeurism.

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Several hours later, you woke up with the impelling need to pee.

The sky was just beginning to become lighter with the pink and yellow hues of sunrise.

You were nestled in the middle of them, still under the bed sheets. Your head was resting against Josh's chest and Jake’s forehead was pressed in the middle of your back, between your shoulder blades.

Their breathing was calm and relaxed against your skin.

Birds were chirping peacefully outside.

You tried to fall back asleep but you couldn't. You really had to go to the bathroom.

You tried to move as slowly as possible, but you couldn't.

Josh’s arm was draped around your waist and Jake’s hand rested on your hip.

You tried to move again, but stilled completely when you felt Jake move.

With a huff of breath, he turned on his back, letting go of your hip.

You turned on your back too and Josh moved.

He turned onto his stomach, facing your way.

Now you were free, but you didn't want to wake them, so you slowly sat on the bed.

With Jake blocking your way out of the bed, there was nothing you could do except try to go over him as silently and slowly as possible.

You slowly turned and balanced on one knee, while throwing the other leg on the other side of Jake's waist.

When you pressed your knee into the mattress at his side, straddling him, and he didn't even stir, you decided you were safe and tried to move the other.

You glanced over at Josh only to find him still fast asleep.

But, when you turned to continue your escape, you found Jake staring up at you with tired eyes and a playful smirk onto his beautiful rosy lips.

You were still naked, so you blushed a little.

"Well, angel, good morning to you, too" he whispered, placing his warm hands onto your hips. His voice was so raspy and low, that a shiver ran down your spine.

"Hi Jake, uh…" You tried to say, not finding the words to explain to him your predicament.

"What, doll? Tell me, what do you need?" He whispered in a sultry voice, pushing his hips upwards.

"I…I really need you to let me go" you said, avoiding his eyes and the subject.

"No way, you are not going anywhere" he countered, pouting slightly.

"Jake, I really need to…" You tried to say, hoping he would understand.

But he didn't.

His grip tightened even more and a little whine escaped your throat.

"You're staying right here" he tutted with an adorable little smirk.

"Jake, I need to go to the bathroom, I am about to pee myself." You huffed and confessed in a chuckle.

His eyes widened as he realized why you needed to move, but his hands didn't leave you.

"Oh really? And what if I am into that?" He retorted playfully, making you almost choke.

"Stop it, let me go please. Quit messing with me or I am going to slap your pretty face" you said, trying to look as serious as possible.

"Mmh, darling, I am definitely into that" he whispered, licking his lips and pushing you down against his crotch with his hold onto your waist.

"Jakey really, please, let me go" you begged him.

"Ok, fine" he whispered in a singsong tone and gave you a playful swat on the ass when you stood.

You walked to the closet, grabbed a big tshirt for yourself and then you went to the bathroom, as silently as you could, and closed the door.

You put the tshirt on and did what you had to do. Then, you washed your hands and your teeth, for good measure.

You rinsed your mouth and just when you bent to spit in the sink, you felt a pair of hands on your hips, from behind.

You gasped and straightened immediately.

Jake’s reflection was looking at you from the mirror, with a smug sleepy smirk and glinting eyes.

His warm hands squeezed your hips and he winked, playfully, making you blush and avert your eyes.

He managed to get your eyes back on his face, shocking you with a firm push of his hips against yours.

You gasped as you felt his hardness poking your ass through his crumpled linen pants and your tshirt. You knew he wasn't wearing boxers under them, due to your previous shenanigans.

"Jake" you whined in a whisper.

"What, angel?" He whispered into your neck.

His grip on your hips tightened and he pressed you further into the sink with his hips.

He did it again and again, with a playful angelic smile on his stupidly attractive face.

When you couldn't take it anymore, you turned around quickly and grasped his face between your hands, kissing him immediately.

He didn't expect it, so he let go a little whine onto your lips.

You started to back him away from the sink and towards the opposite wall.

He hit it rather abruptly and a little huff of breath escaped his lips as he parted from the kiss.

You didn't let him recover, though.

Your lips were on his again, stealing his breath away and making him groan against your mouth.

You pressed him further into the wall and he whimpered as your tongue licked into his mouth.

That sound caused a shiver to run down your spine.

You wanted to hear it again.

You nestled your thigh between his and he let go a deep groan of your name, breaking the kiss.

You pressed your leg further into his crotch and there it was, again. That beautiful sound coming from his perfect rosy lips.

They were parted and shining in the feeble early morning light coming from the window, like his entire body.

You wanted to bite every inch of him.

He was rock hard against your hip and his pants were straining on him so you decided to free him.

While you were kissing his throat, your hands snaked down his chest and you started fumbling with the strings keeping his pants in place.

You untied them and his pants started to get lower and lower on his hips.

You looked him straight in the eyes as you gripped the fabric and tugged it gently down, for it to land at his feet, exposing him completely.

He whimpered your name, panting a little and gasped as the cool hair of the room hit his flushed skin.

His member was now arching up, away from his body. It was flushed and pink, veiny and beautiful.

This was the first time you took a good look at him.

You noticed, mesmerized, that the shade of his already damp and shiny tip resembled so much the one of his full lips, bitten and tortured by his teeth.

Your mouth started watering at the sight.

A little breathy moan escaped your lips and he unconsciously pushed his hips away from the wall with a groan, trying to reach you.

You grasped his plush hips and pressed him back against the wall.

"Don't move, Jakey" you whispered onto his lips before kissing him again.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you against him. You could feel him, rock hard and hot against your tummy.

A little sheen of sweat was covering his entire body, making him glow in the feeble light coming from the sky.

You broke the kiss to look him in the eyes and you understood exactly what you wanted to do.

You couldn't take your eyes away from his as you lowered down onto your knees.

You chuckled as you saw his eyes roll back with a low growl and his head fall backwards against the wall with a low thud.

He gasped when you placed a little kiss on his soft tummy.

"Last night, you were the one who said you'd love to see me on my knees" you whispered.

You looked up at him to see if he was ok with it, and when you saw his heavy lidded eyes glint and the quick rhythm of his heartbeat in the middle of his bare chest, you knew he was more than alright with it.

"Shit, I dug my own grave, didn't I?" He managed to say and you smirked.

You started scattering his tummy with little kisses, and he giggled, dragging one of his hands through your hair.

His giggle was interrupted by a loud intake of breath, when you bit the tender skin of one of his plush hips.

He whined as you started sucking a mark there, without worrying about people seeing it. That would be covered by his pants in the morning.

His hips pushed forward again and his grip on your hair tightened.

You did the same with his other hip and he started to fidget more.

His patience was wearing thin.

"Angel" he whispered.

"Mh?" You answered, looking up.

"Stop teasing me" he said, smirking, and you bit his hip while keeping eye contact.

His hips pushed forward again, and you slowly licked a stripe up the underside of his cock.

The sound that escaped his lips was heavenly.

You licked your palm and took him into your hand, giving him a slow stroke.

His hips pushed forward again and you pushed him back against the wall, sending him a stern look.

He growled but stayed there and winked, raising his hands in surrender.

You stroked him slowly, almost too slow, and you kept your eyes on his.

His hand joined yours on his cock and tightened your hold a little, with a little breathy whine.

You loved the sounds he was making.

And you ached to hear more.

Your rhythm quickened a little and he shivered.

You skimmed your lips on the soft skin of his tummy again and you licked at his happy trail.

Then, your attention moved to his mouth-watering thighs, muscular and thick. Perfect.

You started littering kisses everywhere there, as you hand kept a steady rhythm on him.

Your lips found his inner thigh and he gasped as you sucked his tender skin into your mouth.

You wanted to litter him with marks, all over his pretty thighs.

He whined as you sucked at his skin, making it tingle and burn a little as you worked to leave a purple hickey on him.

When you were satisfied, you let go of his skin, but only after giving it a playful bite.

Another beautiful sound escaped his plush bitten lips.

You honestly didn't think he would be that vocal, but you were loving every single sound coming from his mouth.

"You are such a good boy, Jakey" you praised him for being that patient.

"Fuck" he whimpered at the nickname.

You giggled and decided to reward him.

You stopped stroking him and licked his tip, where a little precum shined pearly white.

Your lips enveloped him in their warm embrace and his grip on your hair tightened. Both of his hands were keeping a hold of your head then, trying to ground himself, but he waited for you to do as you pleased.

You took more of him into your mouth, starting to bob your head, at a low steady rhythm.

Your hands started massaging the strong muscles of his thighs, feeling them tense under your delicate touch.

He was becoming even more vocal, straining to keep his hips still against the wall.

Your hands trailed upwards, towards his hips and around them, grasping his ass cheeks firmly into your hands.

The moan that escaped his lips was loud and made a groan escape your lips in response.

He got impossibly hard into your mouth and his hips surged forward, making you gag lightly onto him.

"Shit, sorry" he whispered.

You resumed your rhythm and gave a good squeeze of his backside, making him whine, again.

He tried his best to keep his eyes glued to yours but, as you quickened your rhythm, his eyes kept rolling back and little moans kept leaving his plush lips.

Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat and you jumped when you saw Josh leaning against the door frame, with his arms crossed over his chest and completely naked.

You paused immediately and tried to stand but Josh spoke, gluing you to your spot on the floor.

"Stay there baby, no need to worry" he said with a warm smile.

"Doesn't she look pretty with a cock in her mouth, brother?" He said, with a playful smirk directed to his brother, who was sweating and suffering, needing to feel your mouth move against him, again.

"So fucking beautiful" Jake managed to utter, his voice was strained and needy, as he caressed your cheek with trembling fingers.

"The first time, I thought she was out of a fever dream, so perfect." Josh added, making you groan and his brother almost double over at the feeling of the vibrations of your throat against his member.

"Have your fun, babes" Josh said and left the room, whistling like he didn't just witness you with his brother's cock into your mouth.

"Shit, angel, please" Jake whined and you resumed your rhythm.

Your hands started roaming again on his thighs and your thumbs started stroking his inner thighs, higher and higher.

He whined as you pressed your thumb against the mark you had left there only minutes prior.

Your hand moved upwards to cradle his balls, stroking the hot skin delicately.

He warned you that he was about to finish, but you didn't move.

You kept your mouth on him as he groaned and gripped your hair tighter coming into your mouth.

His hips moved on their own accord as he rode out his orgasm and your hands kept roaming on his thighs and tummy, caressing his flushed skin.

You let go of him as he tried to calm down.

After a few minutes his breathing calmed and he helped you to your feet with a sweet smile.

Then, without warning, he kissed you gently, tasting himself onto your lips.

His tongue licked deliciously slow against yours and his lips felt so soft that you moaned into the kiss.

"That was so good, angel. I have to admit I am a bit jealous of my brother" he whispered onto your lips.

You giggled and then turned to wash your teeth again, earning a slap on your ass from him.

You left Jake in the bathroom and you walked back into your room, finding Josh sprawled on the bed like a starfish, eyes closed and a little smile onto his lips.

The white linen contrasted deliciously with his tanned skin.

You wanted to swallow him whole.

You instinctively crawled up the bed and he purred like a cat, with his eyes still closed, as your hands caressed his sides.

You saw him twitch under the linen.

"Hey, baby" He whispered and you started placing little kisses onto his sternum.

"Thought you forgot about me" he said in a playful tone, scolding you as a joke.

"I could never, baby" you purred into his ear and cupped his crotch gently.

His hips pushed up, grinding against your hand, already rock hard, and you giggled.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing. You are so cute" you said, still chuckling at his eagerness.

"Was my brother nice to you?" he asked, caressing your flushed cheek.

"Yes, he was," you said, blushing.

You saw his eyes focus for a fleeting second behind you, but then, with a hand on the back of your neck, he pushed you down and kissed you.

You kissed him back and then your lips moved downwards. You dragged the linens off him and his erection sprang free.

You slowly licked at him from base to tip a few times, before taking him into your hand.

You started stroking him and he moaned, licking his lips.

You took him into your mouth slowly and carefully.

Just when you started to build a steady rhythm, you felt the bed move under someone's weight.

Before you could turn, Jake's fingers were stroking the hot wetness between your legs, making your throat tighten around Josh, who groaned loudly.

You didn't stop sucking on Josh’s cock, even though Jake’s fingers were making it rather difficult to concentrate.

Jake’s thumb stroked your clit as his other hand caressed your ass and thighs.

"Shit, I can't really get enough of you, angel. You are like a damn drug" he whispered onto the skin of your lower back.

He swatted at your ass playfully and you moaned around Josh’s cock.

He did that again, a bit harder, and it was his turn to moan.

"Oh shit" he groaned, "I can see your pretty pussy clench around nothing every time I swat this lovely ass. You love this, don't you?"

He spanked you again and you let go of Josh’s cock to moan Jake’s name on his tummy, before taking him back into your mouth.

"Oh, angel, this poor pussy is throbbing, look at that" he mumbled to himself, and a second after his tongue came soothing your neglected clit with a slow swirl, making you surge forward and gag lightly onto his brother's dick.

"I fucking wish I could feel you flutter like that around my cock, angel" he whispered without really thinking and realising what he had just said.

He was drunk on pleasure so he wasn't really thinking about the implications of what he had just confessed.

You were once again swirling your tongue around Josh’s tip, when Jake’s words caused you to stop abruptly.

They had successfully deranged your already tarnished train of thoughts, making you freeze as their meaning slowly sunk in.

Josh witnessed the sudden change in your demeanor and was studying your expression, thoughtfully.

You met his eyes and blushed so deeply you started to feel self conscious about your actions, again.

Panic was already threatening to swallow you.

Your breathing was becoming fast and ragged.

He grasped your cheeks in his hands and leant his forehead against yours.

"Don't get trapped in your head again, baby. Breathe." he whispered lowly.

The bed dipped and Jake laid down next to Josh to look you in the eyes.

"What's wrong?" Jake asked innocently, but his brother shook his head, shushing him.

You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing.

You managed to calm down and Josh praised you.

"You are perfect, baby, so good." You blushed again, but smiled.

"You already know what I am going to ask you, don't you? 'Cause you are so fucking smart." He whispered, stroking your brows, and you shivered, fearing his question nonetheless.

"I just want to remind you that you owe us nothing and that you are the only one calling the shots here, ok? So, please, don't feel pressured" he stated, calm and relaxed.

You nodded and he smiled sweetly.

"Do you really want that, baby?" Josh asked then, seriously.

"Y-yes I do, I would love that" you whispered, embarrassed but sure.

Josh turned towards Jake who had a puzzled expression on his beautiful face.

After a silent exchange between them, you saw Jake’s eyes widen like saucers and you giggled.

You laid completely down on Josh and you both started to giggle at Jake’s flabbergasted expression.

"I think we broke him," Josh whispered onto your lips.

"We could continue without him, baby, what do you think?" Josh said, squeezing your ass and making you cackle.

At that moment, Jake surged forward and captured your lips in a hungry breathtaking kiss.

Then he broke it with a concerned expression.

"Are you really sure, angel? I don't want you to feel pressured to do this only because of my ramblings, really" he whispered.

"I want to feel you, Jakey, really. Give it to me, please" you whispered onto his lips before kissing him again.

Jake moaned your name onto your lips and, suddenly, you found yourself on the floor on one side of the bed.

You saw Jake grab two pillows from the bed and place them on the floor.

"Place your knees on the pillows and lay your torso on the bed, angel. Are you comfortable like this?" He asked again and you answered with a breathy yes.

You were bent over the side of the bed. Your chest and tummy resting comfortably on the mattress and your legs bent at the knee on the pillows that Jake had retrieved.

Josh was sitting in front of you with his legs dangling down the bed at your sides.

He had his hard cock in his hand, stroking it with a gentle distracted rhythm.

You rested your head on his muscular thigh as you observed him pleasuring himself.

Behind you, Jake was fumbling with your tshirt.

He successfully pulled it off your body before speaking.

"Fuck, angel, I don't have a condom with me." He groaned and sighed when Josh told him he didn't either.

It was your turn to reassure him.

"I am on birth control, and I am clean" You told him, turning your head backwards to look at him.

He was still naked, his member already hard and ready. He looked so handsome you wanted to take a picture of him.

"It's been a while for me…" he began and trailed off, looking a bit embarrassed. A little blush crept up his cheeks.

You wanted to pinch them.

With a hand on the back of his neck you dragged him towards you and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss as you bit his lip.

"Spank me again, Jakey" you whispered onto his lips and he growled.

He grabbed your hips and pushed you against the bed, roughly.

You leant your head against Josh’s thigh and he winked down at you, with an amused smirk.

Jake’s hand landed on your ass with a loud slap and you gasped.

"Do you like this, baby?" Josh asked and you moaned onto his thigh, nodding.

Jake’s hand collided again with your tender skin and you whined.

Pain and pleasure were mixing wonderfully.

You expected another blow soon.

But it never came.

After a moment, you felt Jake’s lips on your lower back, placing a gentle kiss there.

He started placing little pecks up and down your spine.

He pushed his hips against your ass and you whined his name.

"Sshh angel, be patient" he whispered onto your skin.

You felt his tongue circle the dimples on your lower back and you shivered.

Then, he dragged his tongue along your spine slowly, making you arch your back with a whine.

His hips pushed forward sensuously and he dragged his tip along your slit.

"Fuck" you both whimpered.

Josh ran one of his hands through your hair draping it on one of your shoulders and, with the other, kept stroking his cock slowly, observing you closely.

Suddenly, you felt Jake’s tongue glide against your pussy and you moaned against Josh’s thigh, biting it and making him groan.

"Are you ready, angel? You are not too sore, are you?" Jake asked with a strained edge in his voice.

"I am ready, Jake, please" you whispered.

For good measure, he let a drop of saliva dribble from his mouth onto you, before nudging your entrance with his tip.

Your eyes rolled back as he slowly pressed into your warmth to the hilt.

He had to lean his head on the middle of your back because the sensation was already too much for him.

"Fucking hell, angel, you are perfect" he groaned loudly onto your skin.

His long hair was tickling the flushed skin of your back.

After a few seconds, he spoke again.

"You know, I have to make a confession." Jake said and you saw Josh’s eyes look at you and then focus on his brother.

"If Josh didn't get a move and came to your room to comfort you that night, I would have done it myself." Jake confessed as he pulled out slowly and thrusted back in, almost too delicately.

Josh chuckled, stilling his rhythm on himself.

But Jake wasn't finished.

"I would have treated you so well." He whispered as he pushed his hips forward again.

"I know he makes you happy, I see the way you look at each other," He added and your eyes connected with Josh’s.

"But, that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun together. He is a bit slow sometimes, I know, so, angel, don't hesitate to call me when he is lost in his head and takes ages to understand what you need." Jake whispered onto your neck, moving again slowly in and out of you, but looking in his brother's eyes.

This time Josh let out a loud belly laugh.

"Oh that's so sweet, for once you are the one to be jealous of me, Jakey." He retorted to his brother's remark.

"Well, now's your chance, Jakey. You have her. Why don't you fuck her like you mean it, then? I know she'd love it" Josh almost growled in a mocking tone, flicking a strand of hair away from his brother's flushed face, like he did on stage many times.

It was Jake’s turn to chuckle this time.

His dark laugh echoed in the silent room and made you shiver.

"Is she ready for that, though?" he whispered, grabbing your hair and making you arch your back to speak into your ear, stilling his hips abruptly.

"Are you ready, angel?" Jake whispered, biting your lobe. His chest was flush against your back, rising and falling rapidly with both of your ragged breathing.

"Jake, please" you whined and tried to push your hips against his in search of friction, but he stopped you with a firm grip on your hip.

"Oh my sweet, sweet girl, you sound heavenly when you beg, but you know you can do way better than that, doesn't she, brother?" he hissed into your ear, making you shudder.

Your eyes locked with his twin in front of you.

"He is right, baby." Josh said, stroking your bottom lip, with a devilish smirk.

You shivered despite the hot damp morning summer air in the room.

But you obliged.

"Fuck, please, Jakey, I need to feel you, please move" you whispered and he chuckled.

"Almost perfect, doll, but I need to hear you better." He whispered, nibbling at your jaw.

At that moment you turned and kissed him passionately.

"Make me scream your name, Jakey" you whimpered onto his lips and the harsh thrust he delivered made you surge forward against Josh’s crotch, with a sharp cry of pleasure.

As Jake started a perfect rhythm, Josh smiled down to you resting on his thigh, and started moving his hand on himself again, biting his lip.

Despite the act itself, he was looking at you with the same adoring gaze with which the statue of Brunelleschi was condemned to forever admire from afar his beloved Cupola in Piazza del Duomo.

You saw it in his eyes, the immense love he felt for you, to the point of letting you have everything you wanted.

Even if that meant watching his brother worship your body.

You felt tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you watched him watch you.

With every deep thrust, your breathing was pushed out of you abruptly.

After a few moments, Jake angled his thrusts upwards and you mewled onto Josh’s thigh, biting sharply.

Jake bent down to whisper onto the sweaty skin of your back.

"Angel, are you ok?" He asked sweetly.

"Yes" You replied in a whisper.

You needed something to hold onto and the sheets bunched into your fists at Josh’s sides weren't enough.

You grasped Josh’s other hand and squeezed it as his brother kept a strong pace, hitting your g-spot, repeatedly.

"Jake…" you only managed to say before you were coming, spasming violently around him.

"Such a good girl, baby" Josh praised you stroking your flushed cheek as his brother behind you had a hard time trying to hold back his orgasm.

"Fuck, angel, you feel so goddamn good" he whimpered in a strained voice as he gripped your hips, strongly.

He slowed his rhythm to help you recover from your high, but when your hips started to push back against his crotch again, he pinned you against the bed with one hand and draped the other over your throat, pulling your torso up and making you lean your head on his shoulder.

"C'mon, love, give me another one, I know you've got it in you" Jake growled into your ear panting, without stopping his devilish rhythm and making you shudder.

You moaned and, without thinking, wrapped a loose hand around Josh’s cock, knocking away his own.

But, with the intensity of Jake's thrusts, you couldn't bring yourself to keep a steady rhythm with your hand on his brother.

Josh was squirming, trying so hard not to swat your hand away or wrap one around yours and jerking himself off. He was restless though, whining lowly, unable to contain himself.

Jake noticed and spoke into your ear, again.

"Don't tease him angel, I think he got edged enough for today. Be sweet to him." he whispered, completely out of breath.

You bent down on the bed and, without needing to be told twice, you wrapped your lips around Josh's shaft and started sucking him, gaining a relieved loud moan from him who leant back slightly on the bed with one hand while the other wrapped loosely around your hair.

"My God baby, this mouth is heavenly." Josh whimpered and cursed when a deep thrust from Jake had you gag around him.

You were close again, and by the deep groans and growls coming from Jake, he was too.

It was becoming harder and harder for you to concentrate on sucking Josh off. He was doing most of the work, thrusting his hips upwards for his cock to glide in and out of your mouth without making you choke, because you couldn't stop moaning and whimpering at Jake's thrusts.

You managed to turn your head slightly to the side for Josh’s tip to graze your cheek when you saw something.

You were looking directly at a mirror on the other side of the room and you blushed like never before.

You could see the sweat clinging onto your bodies shining in the golden morning light.

You focused for a fleeting second on Josh’s blissful expression as he kept thrusting up into your mouth, flexing his abs rhythmically, but then your gaze shifted behind you, where Jake was kneeling.

He looked so sinful with his lips turned white from the force with which he was biting them, as his hips kept snapping against yours, like he did sometimes when he got a bit carried away with his guitar.

His long hair was wild and disheveled, clinging onto the sweaty skin of his back.

The muscles of his ass were clenched from the effort and his thighs looked so thick, you wanted to bite a chunk out of him.

That sight was enough to make you come, with a badly muffled moan of their names, over and over again.

Josh was the second to follow, painting your throat and cheek with his come as he slipped out of your mouth because of the force of Jake's last thrusts.

At the last second, Jake managed to pull out of your warm tight embrace and come onto your back with a sharp cry, successfully draping your hair over your shoulder with a quick gesture, to avoid a mess, before collapsing on your back, pinning you down against Josh’s thigh with a groan.

Suddenly, the room was filled only by the sound of heavy breathing and the birds cheerfully chirping outside.

You were sure you had blacked out for a minute because, when you opened your eyes again, you felt Josh’s lips on your forehead and you saw him shift, stand and head to the bathroom.

He said something, but you couldn't hear him, your ears were ringing too loudly.

As you slowly managed to calm down your breathing, your hearing returned and you heard the water running on the other side of the open bathroom door.

Jake's chest was still pressing you down against the mattress. It felt so comforting that you didn't want to move.

After a few minutes, you heard Jake groan behind you, his softening dick laying spent against your ass.

A warm kiss on your shoulder made you shiver.

He tried to ease a bit of his comforting weight from your back with a growl and a chuckle.

"Jakey?" You whispered.

"Mmh?" He replied. You felt the vibrations of his deep voice rumble into your body.

"I cannot move" you whispered, turning your head to look him in the eyes and giggling.

"Me neither, angel, I may need a fucking crane" he chuckled.

With a sharp grunt, he lifted his torso bringing you up with him with a firm grip on your waist.

You whimpered and he managed to turn the both of you to the side. You found yourself sitting on the floor, with your back still pressed to his chest covered in his drying come.

The clean part of your face was pressing into his neck as the both of you panted from the effort.

"My legs feel like jelly now, I won't be able to walk for a week for sure." You whispered onto the flushed skin of his neck and he chuckled.

"Let's wait for Josh to finish so he can help you up" Jake suggested caressing your thighs and stretching his legs with a painful groan.

"Are you ok, angel?" He asked after a moment of comfortable silence, in which you were almost falling back asleep against his warmth.

You nodded, placing a little kiss on his neck, when you felt two strong arms lift you from the floor.

You curled in Josh's embrace as he took you to the bathroom and shivered because of his wet curls hitting your skin. He delicately placed you on the edge of the bathtub filled with hot water and bubbles smelling of citrus.

"Do you think you can stand, baby?" Josh asked in a sweet tone, stroking your hair.

"Don't know" you answered embarrassedly.

You tried and you almost stumbled over if it wasn't for Josh's hold on your shoulders and Jake’s grip on your waist.

"Let's get you cleaned first, so then we can relax in the bathtub." Josh whispered into your ear.

They escorted you together into the walk-in shower and they helped you wash yourself, with gentle hands.

Josh lathered your body with the same citrus shower gel he had poured into the tub, spreading the suds all over your skin, while Jake washed your hair and back carefully from behind you.

You were blushing again in their presence, your previous actions together seemed so far away from this moment of pure platonic love. They were beautiful and absolutely comfortable in their nakedness.

When they were done, you left Jake in the shower to wash his hair and immersed yourself into the hot water of the tub with Josh, leaning against his warm chest and sighing in pleasure.

After a while, Jake finished and joined you on the other side of the tub, facing the both of you.

You tried not to stare when he gently lowered himself into the tub, but you failed miserably.

His tanned flawless skin and soft curves were a pleasure to admire.

His tummy was softly toned and was making you want to reach out and bite it. The marks you had left earlier that morning were bright and unmistakable.

Your favourite was the deep purple one on the inside of his thigh. As you looked at it, your mouth watered.

The sun was shining bright behind him, making a halo appear around his body, casting his features in half-shadow.

The light was reflecting on the bright tile floor, making his dark eyes reverberate with bright yellow light, looking almost like liquid bronze.

You realized you were staring when a smug smirk appeared onto his face.

You turned your flushed face into his brother's neck and you nuzzled your nose into his damp skin, making him giggle and squirm against you.

Oh, he is ticklish, you thought.

You ran a hand through his curls and he purred like a housecat, leaning more into your touch.

His hands started massaging your shoulders and you let out a light groan at the feeling of the stiffness dissipating slowly.

In front of you, Jake took one of your feet in his hands and started massaging it.

"Oh, boys, I don't think I can manage to stay awake if you do that" you whispered. The energy was slowly draining out from your body every second more.

"Then, don't, baby. Relax for us, let us help you unwind these muscles. We have three days off, we can laze about how much we want" Josh whispered onto your lips.

You sighed at the feeling of Jake’s hands going up and up your leg, starting to massage your sore knee caps.

Josh’s hands trailed down your torso to rub your sides, back and hips, so slowly that you were really close to falling back asleep.

"Hey, angel" Jake whispered in front of you.

You opened your eyes and saw him placing your foot on his soft warm chest, massaging your ankle gently.

"Did we take good care of you?" He whispered and you nodded with your eyes closed

Josh's hands were slowly trailing up and down your front now.

Your breath picked up slightly as his thumbs skimmed over your nipples, in a featherlight touch.

Jake’s fingers started moving imperceptibly upwards on the inside of your thigh, making you shiver.

"But who did it better?" Jake asked curiously after a while.

Your eyes opened wide suddenly and you almost choked on your saliva.

"What?" You asked and Jake’s smirk deepened.

"You heard me, doll. Who fucked your precious little pussy better?" He frased again, more crudely this time.

Josh scoffed behind you.

"Really, Jakey? You want to turn this into a competition?" A tone of disbelief was evident in his voice, but he was smiling, nonetheless.

The silence that followed had you almost panic right there.

Jake’s eyes were burning, but he wasn't looking at you.

He was looking at his brother with a defiant gaze.

And his brother was looking back at him in the same way, with his chin held high.

"Oh lord, I am fucked" you thought out loud.

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boigber · 2 months ago

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Favorite of the peacful island arcs (from twin capes to sabaody)

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opmilfzine · 4 months ago

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✨ "Mother Knows Best" Advice Column: Ivankov! ✨

On '𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 ':

Prison has a way of making you forget just how fabulous you are. I only realized that once I came home to Okama Island and reunited with all my fresh-faced candies. One of them took my hand and said, “Iva-sama, I don’t understand. You were imprisoned for so long, and yet you look radiant! How did you manage to stay this beautiful?”

Of course, I’ve been asked for my secrets thousands of times. But you must understand: at that time, I had just stepped onto the island after days of sailing. The only thing radiant about me was my smell. I was too tired to give her a proper answer, so I’m posting this up around the island. Hopefully she will see it. I’m tired of repeating myself, so to all of my lovely candies out there who have posed this same question—please read this and stop asking me!

Listen up! There is no skincare in Impel Down, okay?! No creams, no sprays, and no free lipstick samples. And forget about following the perfect diet—every day became a cheat day for me. There is no product you can buy and super food you can eat that will turn you lovely. Not in this brutal Grand Line.

To find your true source of beauty, you must think: what are your strongest features? My deadliest weapon, for instance, is my wink. These eyes could topple kingdoms, honey! So, every morning, I work hard to make them stand out.

For you candies who have never needed to draw on your face, come find me later—we run a workshop each month where you can learn the basics. For the rest of you, this is how to take your eyes (and your look in general) to the next level:

Choose your colors wisely. Swatch colors when you can, and if they don’t suit your skin tone, don’t buy them.

Go big, but know when to stop. If your eyebrows are indistinguishable from your hairline, what’s the point of having eyebrows?

Symmetry is elegant and attractive. Whatever you do to one eye, repeat on the other. They don’t need to be twins, but they do need to be sisters.

Give your eyelashes extra dimension by gluing multiple pairs of false lashes together, or glue strips of black construction paper on top of them. Make them as long and pointy as you want!

Highlight the areas you want to pop out the farthest, and contour what you want to give more depth.

But most importantly, dispose of the idea that there is a “correct” way to look. In prison, I gave up on that completely. Don’t even ask how I found dupes for my at-home makeup kit.

Find the parts of yourself you like, and E-M-P-H-A-S-I-Z-E!✩ Understand? You’re already beautiful, even if you don’t realize that yet. Be brave, be confident, and don’t let anyone take that from you. Not even the World Government.

Much love from your King,

Iva-sama~✩

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pampushky · 6 months ago

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Creature (Both Haunted & Holy)

Vinsmoke Sanji/Reader - Chapter 27 - 5.2k

Sanji reflects. Recovery is not always linear, but you’re there to help him, at least.

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Pell sits amongst pirates he views as his equals for the first time in at least thirty years, but he doesn’t recognize nearly any of the faces that have landed on Seal’s Drop’s shores. He has his back turned to them, and stares at the specific mound his daughter and her wife are buried, surrounded by their twin pups, and their eldest.

A cask sits beside him. This is not what he’d imagined breaking open the sealed barrel would feel like. When Pell had imagined it, he’d pictured Coth by his side, with Feann and her Pod on the other, celebrating whatever one of his grand pups would inevitably follow in his footsteps to become a pirate, and giving the lucky pup their first taste of true sake— to egg them on into landing in the New World, to Wano.

Instead, he breaks it open beside Edward Newgate silently, his former rival now watching him somberly. Marco perches on his shoulder.

“Can I help you, Ed?” Pell doesn’t even turn to look at him. They both smell of devil fruit, though Whitebeard’s is growing fainter with his age.

“Pelleus…. You weren’t subtle, you know. With your display at Impel Down.” Whitebeard sits down with a little grunt, gently shooing the man on his shoulders away. “…. you were the first to break in, I hope you know.”

“… That won’t make me feel any better if that’s what you’re trying to do.” Pell pours the sake onto the grave. An offering, to make his daughter’s time in the afterlife a bit better. To hopefully help him forgive himself for being useless to protect her against a monster.

Whitebeard only sighs and sits quietly beside the selkie for as long as he will let him.

They sit there until it turns to night, and Pell allows himself to be guided to the Moby Dick .

For the first time since your escape from Arlong Park, you finish a full plate of food all on your own. You’d managed to finish a full plate of food without getting sick from overeating. And gods, you’d looked so proud of yourself when Luffy pointed it out, at first more upset that he didn’t get to eat your leftovers, before screeching that you didn’t have any leftovers.

“Ott! You did it!” Luffy’s arms stretch over to touch your face, his hands pressed against your cheeks when he accidentally causes himself to rocket over the table and crash into you. Before this, you’d have been sent into a bit of a spiral from Luffy’s touchiness, not yet used to a friendly touch, but now you’re trying to peel him off of you while the rest of the crew jumps into action to clean up the mess Luffy’s made. You just cringe, so incredibly used to your captain’s lack of a personal bubble, or understanding of anyone else's. Chopper is still adjusting and is trying to hide behind Sanji’s legs.

“Touching–”

“Oh, sorry.” Luffy’s hands slap back to where they’re meant to be, though still laying on top of you with a silly grin on his face, while Zoro just lays next to you on the ground, covered in beer, staring up at the ceiling until you make another warning warble that eventually stirs him to pick up Luffy under his shoulders. Your captain takes no notice and chatters the entire time when you sit on the floor with Nami patting your head sympathetically.

“You smell like beer, Zoro!”

“I wonder why,” Zoro looks at Luffy, who has gone onto a completely new topic as you slowly process that you’ve eaten a full plate of food. The swordsman just gently pats you on the back and offers a little nod for praise.

You’re gaining weight back– it has been nearly four months now, after all. But then again, you’ve had ups and downs in your recovery. Right now you’re doing good, it’s been more consistently ups than downs. Sure, there are times when you stumble a bit. The crew gets frustrated with something unrelated to you and forgets to watch their tone or words as you’re on the deck beside them, though this was discovered one screaming match between Zoro and Sanji too late. It had taken two and a half hours for Sanji to find you, and when he did, he found you crammed between two barrels of fresh water, shaking and keeping your eyes on the ground. That had been a hard stumble and one that had taken a few days for you to recover from.

“You did it,” Sanji helps you up from the floor with a wide smile, and you slowly return it, hugging him close, your face in his chest while you inhale his scent, “Oh, good job, good job, you did so well, ”

You have a pod who loves you dearly. A man courting you who worships the very ground you walk upon. You have never felt so close to the water as you do now, able to dive under the slip to perform routine checks on the keel and hull as a whole whenever you want. You can hunt for whatever fish are around you, dive as deep as you want, and never fear the repercussions of being gone for too long.

“You in there honey?” Sanji gently taps your cheek, teasing you as you pull yourself from your mind, smiling as you look up at him. “Hi.”

He laughs when you press your nose against his, rumbling from deep within your chest as you hug him closer to you with your arms looped around his waist, eyes closed in bliss as he steadies the two of you. “Someone’s happy…” Sanji rubs your cheek gently, watching your blissed-out expression.

“I ate a whole plate,” you murmur back, opening your eyes again, and looking up at him. “Full, normal portions.”

“Mhm.”

“And I gained… fifteen pounds back.”

Sanji gently squeezes your tummy, and you squeak before breaking into a fit of laughter as he tickles your sides, the two of you rolling on the couch in the galley.

“ And you’re looking radiant and doing a great job as our bosun,” Sanji coos to you, pressing dozens of kisses against your cheeks and nose as his eyelashes brush against your face. You shudder, and let him continue to make your brain fog with all of his praise. Gods, do you adore this man.

You settle into his arms a bit, not quite pinned under him. That would have implied you were trapped. Sanji was more so a weighted blanket than an effective trap. He just clings to you, whining whenever you have to move to get up and do chores. But not now, when it’s the end of the day and all of your chores are complete. It’s time to relax and get ready to do it all again until you land in Alabasta and come up with some plan to liberate the country.

It’s peaceful. The calm before the storm. Selfishly, you want it to stay that way forever. Where you could lay in the galley after dinner and watch the light fade through the windows. No threats or danger, just sailing on the Going Merry until you find what you’re looking for. You think you deserve to have such wishes, so long as you never act upon them. You’re allowed to have these selfish thoughts, so long as you don’t act on them.

But, these thoughts must end, as you trudge down to the storage room to do a final check for the night, just to be sure there are enough dry goods for the final leg of the journey to Alabasta. Everything is fine– until you check the fruit, and scream.

There, amidst the limes, is a glowing, lime-shaped fruit. It’s golden, and you drop your journal as Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp come sprinting. Zoro doesn’t see what’s wrong at first until he looks down at the little fruit. You’re too busy shaking as you look at it, your pointed ears flattened to your head while you warble. You look utterly terrified, as Zoro picks up the fruit. It’s got zig-zag-like patterns on it, and your friend looks at you skeptically.

“This… is just a Devil Fruit,” Zoro holds it out to you, and you shriek.

“It’s a cursed fruit, ” you hiss, and hide behind Sanji, who looks equally as confused as to why you’re hiding behind him. “Those are bad news— toss it to the sea!”

“Hold on— we can sell that—” Usopp reasons, and you look even more miserable, glowering at him from your spot behind Sanji. “....or we can toss it to the sea, yeah, sure,”

“...Beloved,” Sanji starts carefully, craning his neck so he can look at you, “Luffy ate a devil fruit… so surely not all of them are cursed?”

You snort at this, and Sanji yelps when he feels you chomp down on his shoulder, grumbling and warbling as you eye Zoro warily. After a minute you stop biting him, though Sanji’s shoulder throbs, and whatever emotions come through the bond are muddled.

“Luffy is a special case.”

“H-how…?” Sanji rubs at his shoulder, wincing still.

“He fought Arlong, so he gets a pass,” You sniff, and appeasingly kiss where you had bit Sanji’s shoulder. The man just sighs and gently rubs your head. “...sorry I bit you. I panicked.”

Usopp snorts at that and takes the devil fruit from Zoro, at which you flinch as the sniper starts to study it, pulling his goggles down. You look at him over Sanji’s shoulder, while the cook and Zoro lean over to watch Usopp as well. The sniper has a small frown on his face, with his nimble fingers turning it around in his hands. He frowns.

“... looks like that’s a…. Huh, Wave-Wave fruit,” Usopp pulls his goggles back on his forehead, and turns the fruit over again. “We’ll check the encyclopedia, just to be certain— we’ll sell it when we get to shore. Solves the money problem.”

You cringe as he tosses the fruit in the air, shrinking back behind Sanji. To his credit, despite being bitten, he rubs your head softly. Nami pokes her head into the room, with Vivi and Luffy chattering behind her. Her eyes light up when she sees the fruit in Usopp’s hand, and you swear you can hear her going through the money she can make off of it before you make a low rumbling noise to make your displeasure known.

“We’ll be able to afford some more… extensive repairs, and won’t need to worry about anything else,” you shudder as you take the fruit from Usopp’s hands, and physically stop yourself from gagging as you hold it, making your way out of the storage room. You drop it on the kitchen counter, looking at it loathingly. Sanji followed you into the kitchen, resting his chin on your shoulder as you glared at the fruit.

“What’s the issue with the fruit?”

“They’re poison. Anything that could sever our connection to our Mother…” you trail off, shuddering at the thought of being unable to swim anymore. “...when the world was young, the Sea Mother was wed to the Sea Devil. Their first children were the first of the selkenfolk, or so it goes. Each child was the first of that specific lineage, and so on, and so forth. They were closer to their mother, which angered the Sea Devil. In a fit of rage, he made it so that selkenfolk couldn’t eat any of the fruit he had planted in the world…”

You look at the little fruit quietly, shaking your head. “...that’s what we’re taught. Some selkies’ve tried to eat devil fruits,” a shudder runs down your spine, and a low warble pulls from your throat, “...they’ve never lived more than a week. They always go mad.”

“... can, hybrids… eat? Devil fruit?”

“Maybe. It depends on all the genetics.” You shrug helplessly, as Sanji takes the fruit from the counter, examining it, before putting it back. “... don’t tell me you’re going to eat it, we don’t even know for certain what it is,”

“No, I enjoy swimming too much,” Sanji admits, and laughs, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. “How will I be able to enjoy the All-Blue if I can’t swim in it,”

This… makes sense. Sanji plans things, immaculately. The kitchen is beautifully organized for anyone who could stumble into it could make a cup of tea and a sandwich on the rare occasion he wasn’t already preparing something. So it doesn’t shock you that he’s weighed the pros and cons of gaining miraculous powers and how it may aid his overall goal. Guiltily, you watch how he winces a bit when trying to rotate one of his shoulders, and warble, pressing a kiss to where you had previously bit him.

He just chuckles, ruffles your hair, and that’s the end of it.

“Why couldn’t you do this simple task?!” Judge bellows, towering above Sanji. He is just seven in this dream, with thin wrists and easily bruised knees from how much he was physically pushed to achieve. Academically, he was a bit smarter– but still nothing in the eyes of his father. “Kill it!”

The poor little rat trembles from where Judge had kept it, its paws already stuck in the glue trap. Beady black eyes look up at Sanji, and the blond fur makes him shudder. It’s the same color as his mother’s hair, as his own. There’s terror in the little creature’s eyes, and Sanji hates how his father is holding it. Maybe if he could get it away, he could use some soap to help get its paws out of the trap—

Judge crushes the rat under his boot the moment he sees Sanji trying to think his way out of this situation. He watches the boy scream, how his eyes widen, highlighting yet another imperfection in what was meant to be his ultimate weapon. Sanji tries to pull Judge’s boot off the rat, sobbing and begging his father, who remains motionless. Sanji could only see his mother, sweet, kind, Sora, with the same pretty blond hair the rat had, the same hair that Sanji had inherited. The same hair that was now buried in the ancestral crypt, was the only time a member of the Germa royal bloodline was allowed to return to their abandoned homeland, in death. How tragically poetic.

“It was a pest Sanji,” Judge growls, and his sobs grow louder. “Royalty does not serve the pests, we thrive to spite them, to crush them under our heels for their impudence,”

His breath is stolen from his lungs with a harsh kick, sending him skittering across the brick floor. There is blood on his shirt, sticky and warm from the rat. That was when he’d had his first panic attack, crying on the floor of his too-big bedroom over a rat as his father left him there.

Sanji opens his eyes again to see the crushed rat. And hundreds of others, all killed at the hands of his siblings and father to try and teach him their cruel, cruel lessons. The stone brick under him is rougher than he remembers, and it’s so, so much warmer too. He casts a glance up only to realize he’s back on that damned rock, Zeff beside him, except this time, the old man has cracked his ribs open to feed Sanji his very heart.

But before he can do anything to react, the rats swarm around him. They knock him to the ground, his knees hitting the rough stone. He screams, begging, pleading with the creatures he’d tried so desperately to save to please, leave Zeff alone, leave some piece of him for Sanji to bury so he can at least rest. The noise makes him nauseous, and when he feels something tighten around his face, and hears the clicking noises near the back of his head, he opens his mouth to scream—

And slams his head into the ceiling, instantly cutting off his scream. Zoro grunts in his sleep. Luffy just snores louder. The giggling from the floor below stops for a second and starts again as Vivi, Usopp, and Nami start talking about gods know-what again. You snap awake instantly, a terrifying growl in the back of your throat as you slam him into the bottom of the hammock. Your eyes reflect in the dim light for a second as you press yourself over him protectively. He’s never heard that growl from you before. Your more seal-like noises have always been playful, but now it’s primal and terrifying. You’re more animalistic at this moment, looking around the room with a dangerous glint in your eyes he’s only ever seen once before when you were certain Arlong was chasing you through Whiskey Peak.

Zoro grunts again, and your growls subside, sniffing the air, before glancing down at him. You nudge him with your nose, rumbling gently as you look down at him. Your eyes still reflect a bit, piercing his very soul as he looks up at you. Your hair makes a partial curtain around the two of you as you lean over him.

“Sanji? Are you okay?”

But he can’t answer, muffling his sobs as he presses his hands over his mouth, not wanting to wake anyone else. His eyes squeezed shut tightly as he forcibly tried to quell his panic in a way that he’s long since learned is unhealthy, but that doesn’t mean he’s stopped doing it. It’s bad enough he’s woken you up, being the burden that he is. Sanji feels something against his face and opens his eyes just enough to see you nudging at his hands with your nose, a soft, comforting rumble making him crumble. His mind itches with the gentle rhythms and notes that spell out concern, nightmare, and dearest that finally break the barrier of his muffled sobs to pull you tightly into his arms.

If Sanji wasn’t so lost in his own mind, the little huff you’d made after he did that would have been humorous, along with the little pats along his shoulders to try and calm him down. The 180 of how competent you can be with social interactions is endearing to him, and he manages to stop crying enough to laugh when you start to pat on his cheeks softly, rumbling the entire time. Perhaps it’s the differences in Selkenfolk and Human communication, but it’s certainly something that keeps him on his toes with you.

“How about I make tea?” You mumble, looking at him, eyes still reflecting in the dim light. “… and you don’t burn yourself on it this time.”

Watching you work in the kitchen is oddly soothing to Sanji. You’ve gotten back to a point where you’re able to control the water around you like little arms, measuring out the seeds and spices you need. You even trill and rumble a bit, all of those little noises that had once been forced out of you now falling from your mouth without so much as a second thought.

However, you side-eye him from the stove when he tries to light up a cigarette, a little tendril of water holding the pack out of reach while he looks at you miserably.

“Not fair,” Sanji weakly reaches for them, and you huff, placing the pack on top of the cabinets, soon followed by his lighter, leaving Sanji with a soaked cigarette hanging from his lips rather uselessly.

“You shouldn’t smoke inside. The smell lingers. And Nami won’t say anything but it gives her headaches.”

“It does?”

“Yeah, it’s why her mom had to switch to herbal ones when she was little.” One of your ears twitch. “…doesn’t it mess up tasting things?”

“You sound like the old man right now,” Sanji groans, slumping forward to lay his forehead against the island counter. “….I wanted to impress him, so about a year and a half of him taking me in I started. I wanted him to think I was grown.”

“Then why’ve you kept it up to this point?” You put everything in the newly purchased kettle, a result of a run-in with another group heading for Alabasta.

“…became addicted,” Sanji shrugs and lets the wet cigarette fall onto the counter. Some of the tobacco falls out along with it. “Y’know it’s bad for me to quit cold turkey, right?” “I know.” One of your ears twitch, as you focus on the kettle. The open flame under the burner flickers a bit. You don’t look at him though, cleaning up the little mess you’ve made with the mortar and pestle. “Next stop. I’ll get you the same brand my sister used to smoke… they were herbal. With a bit of blue lotus in them. If that’d help.”

He manages to snicker a bit, resting his chin on his hand as you gently scrub the mortar and pestle. “You’re trying to drug me now?”

“.... it’s a drug?” You turn this time, looking genuinely confused. “It had the same effect as tobacco on selkies…” and then it dawns on you, your embarrassment and realization making him feel giggly and jittery through the bond, “Oh. You’re not a selkie.”

“Did you forget that?”

“Sometimes I do.” You shrug, leaning back on the counter. “...you, Luffy… everyone just…adapts well to me. Like you understand me.”

“I understand you sometimes. I want to know more, speak your language.”

“It’s the same language… I don’t even know if you’d be able to hear it the same way. My ears are different,” You twitch them to emphasize that, “I mean, you can hear… whale calls, and stuff, but it’s more than that.”

Sanji attempts to rumble as you’ve shown him, and though it still sounds mangled your heart flutters. He’s trying for you.

“... did I say that right?”

“You got the point across,” You laugh, smiling widely as the kettle starts to whine. You let it go for a few seconds until it turns into a proper whistle, wanting the tea to be at its best. Sanji lets you pour it and then watches as you very carefully put your hands over the two mugs until the steam isn’t as heavy. You’ve… cooled them down, using your abilities, showing him just how much control you’ve gained over it the past four months. When he takes a sip, it’s at the perfect temperature for drinking. He feels downright giddy over that– that you’ve made such a sharp improvement so quickly.

The silence is comforting. The two of you go to sit in the crow's nest, and even if Sanji is a bit annoyed that no one was on a real watch of the ship, he’s happy you’re next to him. You point out the constellations to him, and then, hold up your hand, lining it up with one of the brightest stars, and then helping him to do it.

“… That’s how the Sea Devil found his wife, the Sea Mother,” you whisper, as Sanji finally seems to understand how you’re telling the distance of the sea around you. “He followed the stars, mapping them with his hands, and weaving a map of shells and palm fronds.”

You lean against the mast, taking a sip of the tea. “Their first children were the first Selkenfolk, a litter of dozens if not hundreds. But they loved them all the same.”

“You said that earlier,” Sanji laughs, looking at you as you stare into the cup. “That poor mother.”

“…I gave a rushed version of the story.” You whisper. “The Sea Devil… he loved his children. Every single one he helped to name and cradled after they were born. But they were godly. Divine. Their childhoods were over in the span of a week, and he mourned the fact that he did not get to spend as much time with them as he had wanted to. So he devised a plan to keep them young for another year— so that he could cherish their youth and watch them grow again. So he decided to grow fruits that could do just that.”

“…the Devil Fruit, I’m assuming?”

“I’m getting to that part,” you playfully punch him in the side, laughing a bit. “The children misunderstood, of course, and begged the Sea Mother to stop him. And being the doting mother that she was, she was willing to. So, when the Sea Devil laid down for a nap after all of his work in the garden, she made the ground shake and made frost go deeper than it ever had to kill the seeds. Thunder, rain— everything.”

You shake your head with a little huff, annoyed.

“But what she had done was make the fruits unstable, and not what the Sea Devil had wanted them to be. They had been controlled before, but now every seed was corrupted, and completely different from the other. Not one was the same. He was devastated, obviously, and told her what his plan had been— to simply spend more time with their children. Realizing her fault, she wept and told her husband what she had done, and he grew upset that the children, in his anger-clouded vision, had wanted to leave them so quickly, that he declared that they would never be able to eat the food that he or their mother had grown, making all Selkenfolk grow sick and eventually die if they were to eat a Devil Fruit.” You finish the story and take a long drink from your mug. “And that’s the story my Gran and Baba used to convince me to never doubt my moms.”

Sanji lets out a low, impressed whistle. “…and that’s why you’re so freaked out by Devil Fruit? They’re… good intentions spoiled by a lack of communication from parent to child?” He rests his hands behind his head, his nightmares far from his mind now. “Wow. Divine family needs some serious therapy sessions.

You gently box one of his ears, trying to look annoyed and utterly failing to. “There weren’t therapists back then! They were the first beings to— be !”

“Uh-huh. And Zeff is definitely old enough to have probably known them personally.”

You both dissolve into a fit of laughter, loosely holding onto each other under the stars. Sanji puts his focus back on the sky, and then on the grain of the wood in the railing.

“… What devil fruit would you eat?”

“I… wouldn’t?” You splutter, confused. “Didn’t we just cover this— I’d die, Sanji.”

“But if you could ?”

“… still wouldn’t,” you shrug and lean on him. “I like swimming. I like the ocean. Even if I was human, I’d rather not eat one.”

You then look at him, narrowing your eyes. “…you have an answer already, don’t you?”

“I mean— who doesn’t?” Sanji laughs nervously. “Clear-clear fruit. Easy.”

“…that was quick. You’ve thought about it.”

“I mean, yeah, ” Sanji looks down at you, smiling softly. “Yeah. I’ve thought about it a lot. To pass the time.”

“Wanna tell me why that fruit?”

“It makes you invisible,” his voice sounds oddly delicate as he speaks. “Just. At your will, able to sneak around without any worries. It’s tactical.”

“… would you sneak into changing rooms and watch people?”

“Wha— no— why would you — I would not do that, Ott, ” His voice nearly cracks from how you’ve startled him with that. “E-even if it was a very attractive person I would not do that. I am a gentleman —“

“That’s the only tactical thing I can think of,” you tease, squeezing his pink cheeks, and laughing at the blush. “Stealth isn’t really a thing with our crew, so as a victim of gross perverted stuff—”

“Oh my God, Ott— “

“— I mean why not , you could get so much blackmail ,”

“…did you just refer to your own trauma as blackmail material?”

“It’s my trauma, I can do what I want with it. Not gonna do much else for me.”

“….seas help me, you’re a menace—“

“— Don’t you wanna know if Luffy has crazy stretch marks? What about if Zoro has a tattoo? Oh, Sanji I bet it's a really stupid stick and poke! All uneven too, now I have to know if he has one—”

“That’s— if this was coming from literally any other member of this crew I’d be concerned—“

“But what else could it be used for, I’m just sayin’—“

“Hiding. From my family.”

The words tumble out of his mouth before he can even think to stop them, a terrified confession from his very soul. You’re frozen with your mouth in an ‘o’. And then you pull him into a deep hug. Before Sanji can even protest, you're suddenly much larger than him, in your Selken form, curled around him protectively. The bond buzzes at the very bottom of his skull, making him let out a soft groan while you flood his thoughts and forcefully push the nightmare from his mind, replacing it with rumbles of affection and love.

Good. Kind. Loved.

Your arms are tight around his shoulders. Part of your long tail wraps around him. Your nose is pressed into his hair. And Sanji has never felt so safe. It’s different from his Mother’s aura of calmness, and Zeff’s presence after nightmares. It’s you, the sea breeze, and the ship gently swaying.

“I don’t know what they did,” you keep your eyes on the stars and feel Sanji hold you a bit tighter. “…but I know you’re wonderful. That you go out of your way to cook and make sure everyone has food in their belly and that they aren’t sick. You care about this crew, and don’t ask for anything in return.”

If you can feel the tears on your skin, you don’t mention it.

“… You’re wonderful. And you can tell me when you’re ready to. But if they make you think you’re not worthy of good things, and having a loving pod, then they’re dead wrong.”

The crew finds the two of you curled up like that in the morning, the tea long since gone cold. Zoro’s the one to find you, seeing your tailfins hanging over the edge of the crow's nest. Sanji groans and tries to fall back asleep, regardless of Luffy poking the side of his head and asking him to cook something, before turning his onslaught onto you.

“C’mon, Ott, can’t you catch me something?” Luffy stretches just enough to drape himself over the both of you, effectively shoving his chest into Sanji’s face.

“It’s too warm here, I’ll be too sluggish to swim fast enough to catch anything,” You stretch a bit, slowly materializing your legs back, causing Luffy to let out a loud whine, dramatically slumping over the railing.

“C’mon, we’ll catch some fish,” Zoro puts Luffy over his shoulder and carefully makes his way down the rope ladder. Sanji cleans the two mugs used the night before, and prepares a breakfast of grits and dried meat. Just as you’re about to check the ship for damages, starting near the figurehead, you hear a scream from Nami and look over the railing onto the main deck to find that Luffy has pulled a rather oddly dressed man from the sea.

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