#actually i had this finished for a while but i wanted to post this with something else haha;;;;

[sidedorian]

How They Celebrate Your Anniversary

I just celebrated my anniversary so I wanted to do some drabbles about my sweet household objects. If i got spicy I would be here for weeks so forgive me for keeping it clean this time!

Characters Included: Tony, Chance, Parker, Hector

Assuming Post Realization pre actual end game, be warned. Photos pulled from Pinterest, all credit due to their original owners and I can link to the pin if needed. Also not Beta read so forgive anything I missed.

Tony:

The man has reminders leading up for the week to make sure he has something planned for you. He has to get home and make sure that you don't know he's home and that's a nightmare in itself because he has one of those tracker apps so you know when he lands when he is traveling. Even if you weren't dating him you'd worry about him traveling, he can be so easily side tracked especially in new places from what you learned the last time you visited him. Thankfully you don't seem to bother checking it when he isn't supposed to be flying and he has learned that you need to be told when that happens for your sanity.

Once he is in town he really actually does not know what to do with himself or the newfound free time. He has two days to figure this out and pray you do not see him around town, which is likely because you are still a hermit as far as he can tell. You deserve to be, your famous and handsome boyfriend makes sure you are very well taken care of. Which means that he actually has to go all out for this one.

After a lot of thought and mostly actually getting sucked into home renovation shows and reruns of his own program he loses all track of time and has very limited inspiration for this big fancy dinner he had planned for the pair of you. He decides to wing it and take you someplace comfortable and familiar. He can make it up to you if he has to after all.

He surprised you a day earlier than you expected him. A knock at the familiar door and your stunned expression before meeting him in an almost desperate kiss. Your arms circling around him and half dragging him in the house with you.

After the shock and actually getting, mostly, presentable you are glued together. His arm around you on the couch while you actually sit and catch up. Tony pressing little kisses into your neck or your temple while you finish your shows before your willpower all but crumbles and you drag him off to bed.

The actual anniversary dinner comes the night it was planned, and to your absolute delight you actually wind up at the restaurant that you had been to so often when he was in town that it had become your spot. Your visits were few and far between but they always seemed to remember the sweet couple who came in a few times a year. They go above and beyond this time the second they learn you are celebrating.

The end of the night is beyond perfect, wrapped in his arms and listening to him comment on episodes of his show with you. You wind up falling asleep with his arms around you on the couch, sinking in the warm and familiar scent of his cologne. Not even waking when strong and steady arms help guide you to bed and his weight settles against you.

Before he leaves, as always he does take a look around the house and makes sure to fix anything he sees that needs a handyman, for old times sake of course.

Chance:

It is everything to him that you have a good night when the time comes. He has spent weeks planning the perfect fantasy themed evening for the both of you. He of course makes sure that you actually want to do everything he has planned. He knows that what matters most is that you both have fun with it.

Chance wants nothing more than to make this night magical in every sense of the word. You help carry all the weight he picks up at work and are there to support him and his passions. It only makes sense that he would want to show you he appreciates that.

Since you both bonded over the love of fantasy and tabletop it tracks that it is a big part of the relationship still. That doesn't mean it has to be the only thing. Which is why you are consulted on everything when it comes to planning your perfect night together.

You want to try out that new place that opened downtown? No problem he'll see if they have a table. You want to adventure outside for the day? Awesome, he'll go looking for some new trails for you two to check out together.

Really the only thing he really wants to do is check out the newest movie that just hit streaming just in time for you to check it out together. The pair of you had not been able to make it work to get to theaters to see it. Which worked out now that he was looking back in hindsight.

Chance is the one to pick you up, flowers in hand even if they are the newest building kit variety. If he knows you aren't the biggest builder yourself he will have assembled them for you. A sweet kiss for you once you step out to join him in the driveway. He is all smiles from the second he sees you at the front door all through dinner. As always he is perfect parts listener and conversationalist, a skill that he has only improved through study and practice at work.

On the way home he swings by a little shop and lets you pick out the snacks for your movie night, more than happy to make sure you are just as happy as he is in all of this. Getting swept up in conversation and just how well everything has been going so far and the smile stretching across your features. 

Back at your house you settle against him with snacks in hand, his hand lazily tracing against your back and your arms as you watch, squeezing you a little closer every time you look up at him. Occasionally feeling a peck to your temple or the top of your head when he can’t help himself. 

The pair of you finish the movie and wind up talking in depth about it all the way upstairs and as you get ready for bed. You admittedly getting a little lost in Chance's excitement and letting him keep you both up a little later than you wanted. Not that you were one to complain when you woke up with his arms around you and the shiny light of a new metallic d20 on your bedside table with a heart engraved over the twenty face.

Parker:

Of course he gamifies it. Parker makes the most elaborate city wide scavenger hunt that starts at your favorite breakfast spot and has you traveling through the city to all the places he knows you love. You only see Parker himself at each of your meeting spots, his expression just as pleased each time you find him. A tender kiss or a peck on the cheek exchanged for the next clue and the promise to see you soon. 

Parker himself is a little bit of a clue, helping you spot him in the small local bookstore as you were crossing the street and catching him through the window, dyed hair and tattoos making it all the easier to spot him in the crowd. But then again that had to be part of the game, you could get pretty close with clues but you still had to find him after all. It is a lot of fun watching him trying not to look for you only to light up when you come into sight. 

He wants to win of course, but in this case that means that you also win. Working as a team as you almost always do these days. When you finally get the final clue from him it leads you to a local gaming bar that he had been trying to get you to for months. 

He's waiting for you at the door almost out of sight. The first location you actually have a hard time finding him in. But he beacons you over with his usual enthusiasm when you almost walk right past him. His arm catching yours easily and his voice cutting through the crowd. He has already managed to snag you a table and has reserved your spot with a game that he knows you actually love. 

Drinks, dinner and a round of one of your favorite games has you killing more time than you imagined and the sun that was just started to set has now fully turned into the dark of night. Which, on top of managing to lose to Parker again, is the cue to start making your way home. You check covered by Parker with the wave of a hand, unless you really press. He wants to treat you but also doesn’t want you to feel like he’s forcing that on you after all. 

A short trip home and settling into the couch leaves you with the last planned activity of the night. A classic game of Monopoly, which of course you stand no chance in beating Parker in. He practically invented it and every time you have played together he has beaten you. Though the catch this time with a little twist, inspired by an older movie, paying with clothes. 

By the time you called the game in favor of retreating upstairs he has managed to steal just enough to leave you mostly decent, if not a little chilly compared to him now hoarding half your clothing in his lap. When you wake the next morning he is draped over you, half pinning you to the bed as usual with the birds singing on the windowsill outside. 

Hector:

Hector of course wants to do everything he can for you. A whole year has passed with you being kind enough to give him the life he has now. As always he wants nothing more than to make you happy, but today has to be perfect. The only way he knows to make sure that he can make it perfect means staying home, a perfect cozy night inside and just each other for company. 

He does all of the prepwork needed to make it magical of course. He handles the shopping and plans the rest of the entire evening. Which means that he does agonize over the details, just to make sure it is as perfect as you deserve. Hector scores your shared messages for little details to make sure he gets you just the right gift as well. This is the most stressful part of the night together. It had to be perfect, had to be everything you desired. 

Of course he wouldn’t hear that you were more than happy to just spend time with him, that was the whole point of an anniversary. Which he of course knows already, he just needs to make sure that it is perfect. When he is finally confident enough to serve the meal he waits in nervous anticipation as you took the first bite only to sigh in relief that he had managed to make something decent when you made a satisfied noise. 

Hector was quiet during dinner, mostly content to listen to you talk about whatever was on your mind from the week, watching closely and memorizing your facial expressions as you shared a story from your mid-week shopping trip. You really were so beautiful when you spoke it was mesmerising. He could listen to you talk for the rest of his life. Your voice was so soothing and to know you were so focused on him made heat creep into his cheeks. 

After dinner he lead you to the living room settling beside you on the floor in front of the fire and producing a pair of novels, identical in every aspect. One for you and the other for him. The plan was to spend the night at least enjoying each others company and finally let him share the latest of his novels with you. Of course he plans on reading it to you in front of the fire while you are both curled up under one of the blankets. 

It is a very cozy end to the perfect date night at home, his warmth pressed against yours as his voice fills your world, pulling you deeper into his writing as you get a private preview of the latest novel. Hector was alway so skilled with his words and that was only highlighted by the perfect inflection he had reading to you tonight. 

Another year on earth made better by Hector and his familiar, dedicated presence lulling you to sleep by the fire while he continued to read. It came as no surprise that you woke up exactly where you fell asleep, your head trucked against his shoulder and curled up under a comfortable blanket. 

[accio-victuuri]

i am enjoying going through this tag on weibo #王八好好吃饭大赛# or turtle eating contest. it’s basically cpfs sharing cpn/candies/rumor. it’s a common expression among us that when there is a good cpn shared, comments will say something like : “i have eaten well.” so that’s where the tag comes from. i have to agree with the posts on this entry, it’s a paradise for cpn lovers.

i’m gonna share a few on here for everyone to have a good meal. i picked out more of the fake rumor kind of things, cause that is the majority and in shorter form that i can compile it. tho some did share proper cpn posts with explanations and all but i feel like i already have shared those here over the years. i can’t possibly put everything in that tag here, so i shared the web link for others to visit it too. ✌🏼

so anyway, enjoy! 🍚

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• When I graduated in 2021, my roommate went to Beijing for an internship, and their company took on an event and had contact with Bo. One day, she tagged me in a group of friends that she heard Bo send a voice message: Baobao, I'm going to work first, I'll call you after I finish (in a while)~ Then my roommates didn't believe it, because Bo was very cold on the surface, and then I dug out the behind-the-scenes footage: “Then you have to be nice to me~” and our group exploded.

• My friends, I brought it up again 😈 The original picture is from (2020) years ago, I can't stand it anymore - but I can't directly post the original picture of gzry sister, so I will just transcribe both pictures and relay them in text:

Wang Yibo is so bad. He was talking on the phone with Xiaozhan during dinner, and he deliberately turned on the speaker of his phone to play the game, and he was eating and teasing Xiaozhan.

Xiaozhan didn't know where he bumped into something, and he was still complaining to his husband on the phone when he was feeling uncomfortable. He was in a daze and had no idea that he turned on the speaker. Her voice was soft, and he spoke to Wang Yibo like a spoiled child: "It still hurts, it hurts so much"; Wang Yibo said: "I'll blow it for you", but Xiaozhan was still unhappy, and said directly: "Then you can't come..." His tone was even roundabout, and the rest of the staff who were eating lunch boxes at the table didn't dare to breathe.

This is exactly the daily complaints of gzry on both sides, hahaha [Too disgusting] [I really can't stand it] [Whoever wants this job can get it] [Ten thousand points of harm to single dogs]

FYI: for those who don’t know what GZRY means ⬇️

• W bought a new car some time ago. But X used this brand when he was working in Shanghai. The same car. It is not clear whether W bought the car for his wife.I'm going abroad to travel and temporarily give the car to my wife.

( basically saying that when WYB was away, XZ used his car for work. ya know. married behavior. also, it’s OP who used “wife”. I don’t see XZ as a wife. )

• Let me tell you an old story first. My best friend's friend (not a fan, just a good friend, but knows her best friend loves him very much) family is very powerful, living in the area where my IP is the highest level, just happened to be with that super famous host, everyone knows him, if Chong Er wants to release it, please help me to blur his name, otherwise this information is too directive, and you can tell who leaked it at a glance...

They are neighbors for many years, and the two families have a good relationship. One day, the host (this specific event should also be coded), invited this woman's family to a dinner party. This woman was curious because her best friend kept talking about it, so she couldn't help but ask the host if BoXiaowas really together, and then the host smiled, nodded to show affirmation, and said that their relationship was stable and they were living well now (2021 at that time). (I feel that the host probably thought she was a fan. At that time, because of the aftermath of the previous year, the situation was actually a bit subtle, at least not as good as it is now, so the host also specially comforted her and said not to worry, they are very happy now... Oh, I really feel bad for you again.)

• My good colleague told me that she had taken over a project and had a good relationship with one of the junior leaders of that project (they often worked together).

The project filmed an advertisement with Bobo. The young leader was standing not far from Bobo during the filming. He saw Bobo replying to WeChat messages, raised his phone, took a selfie and sent it to. The young leader saw that the WeChat note of the person Bobo was chatting with was Zhan Ge.

He said he knew something, but he signed an NDA. But he said, you can chase stars now.

• XZ makes cupcakes for WYB.

• My roommate's friend used to intern at a TV station and accompanied an artist (artist's name is sk) to record a program. My roommate asked her what was going on with Bo Jun Yi Xiao. The friend didn't support it, and replied very calmly, "Oh, no need to ask about them, it's true." Then the roommate asked her if Bo Jun Yi Xiao was a secret show. The friend said it was actually quite obvious, and everyone in the circle knew it.

• XZ cooks for WYB, and he shows it off among circle of friends. like the one below, it’s clearly for two people. caption is “do it yourself and live a comfortable life”

• XZ really likes WYB’s look in LOF. He often asked WYB to send videos when he is doing something on set and send it to him.

• I remembered another one. I was browsing Xiaohongshu and saw someone took a photo of a motorcycle on an elevated road in Beijing. Many people said it looked like Wang Yibo. I looked through the comments and there was a reply that said it was not Wang Yibo. Many people asked why you said it was not Wang Yibo. The blogger of that comment said that the license plate numbers of Wang Yibo's two motorcycles did not match. Then some people went to his homepage and found out that he was a CP fan (in fact, he just posted a human-shaped stand of cql). The person’s homepage looked very rich. Some people said that the sister was stupid and had a lot of money, but she still supported this kind of CP, which was obviously fake. The sister replied that she was sick. Who would support the CP of their colleagues? Bao Bao, think about it carefully.

Another one is a stalker I followed before who only had a few fans. His Weibo location was also in Beijing. He had previously sent a bouquet of flowers saying that it was received by XZ on Chinese Valentine's Day. Later I checked and found that the flower shop was less than 1 km away from Wang Yibo's home.

( the OP is implying that these fake accounts are yibo. especially the 2nd one. )

• Last year, I was in charge of operating their Weibo account ( company name redacted ) . My mentor once noticed that I was wearing the same short-sleeved shirt as Wang Yibo and asked me if I was his fan. I said that I was not only his fan... He immediately understood and said that what you like is quite accurate, and that he has a really special relationship with that person (XZ) . I got excited and asked him why he said that! He said that he only jumped to it in 2023, and had been there before. He also participated in the interview for The Untamed in 2019, and he even found a picture of him and Bo Xiao in the same frame and showed it to me. During the promotion of the drama, their colleagues discussed their relationship with each other. A male colleague who had been in the group before said that they had dated, but he didn’t know what happened afterwards.

• I'm here! Although it's not very direct information, I just want to talk about the semi-publicity of the two of them in the industry.

I used to work in the industry. Because I was in an art school, many of my classmates were in the industry. I first knew about them in 2019, which was relatively early. At that time, 9xue was on the hot search, and I clicked in to take a look, but I didn’t think that their relationship was bad, I just felt it was weird. We even discussed in the dormitory whether this was a good relationship or not, and finally concluded that they couldn’t be pure colleagues. After a while, my college roommate went to an internship at a production company. After a period of internship, he came back and suddenly said to me: My God, do you know who is real with whom? I said, are you crazy? She said it was the producer sister of their company who said it, and she directly said that they lived on the upper and lower floors (now I think it should be jmf) Then I was very curious because I really hadn’t seen a real gay in the domestic entertainment industry. I watched the materials all night and officially fell in love with it.

Later, I found a job in the industry. I can only say that if you reveal your fan status a little, someone will suddenly say to you in casual conversation: "Oh, you like him, hey, did you know that he and that person are really together?" "Did you know that they were really dating?" "Did you like them before you knew they were really together?" There are so many things like this.

• When Xiao Zhan was on the set of The Untamed, Wang Yibo brought out a box of self-heating hotpot to eat. Xiao Zhan was afraid of getting fat and didn't dare to eat it. Wang Yibo prepared a box and was ready to eat. At this time, Xiao Zhan took Wang Yibo's chopsticks and said he wanted to taste it. Wang Yibo asked Xiao Zhan if he was hungry and if he wanted him to get a box. Xiao Zhan said no, and then you and I ate half of Wang Yibo's box of self-heating hotpot... In the middle, Wang Yibo said that he would gain weight~ Xiao Zhan pretended not to hear it. At the end of the meal, Wang Yibo wanted to drink the soup. Xiao Zhan said don't drink it because it's too oily. In the end, the two of them ate it all.

( lol this one is funny 😂😂😂 )

• Aren’t there a lot of bugs in the crew? I like to play with bugs. One time, Bobo ran and said, “Take it away, take it away.”

XZ said to WYB as a joke: "If you say that, the little bug will also feel sad."

In fact, hus tone was obviously teasing, and WYB was stunned for a moment, thinking. Seeing that WYB was stunned, XZ quickly said to him, "Okay, let's let it go back. Do you want to say goodbye to him?"

Then WYB said: Goodbye (waved)

XZ smiled and said, "Don't you have anything to say to it?" WYB: "Then you better not come tomorrow."

( WYB is so cuteeee 🥹🥹🥹🥹 )

• My friend is doing postgraduate study at China University of Political Science and Law, and her classmate is doing internship at a small court. A few days ago, I found out that her brother and younger brother sued the same company together and used the same agent. Since it's not an online infringement case, I guess XZS and YBO won't issue a statement.

• They were all from Day Day Up in 2019. I had a sister who was an agent. She was familiar with gzry from Mango TV in 2019.

Then they said that the two of them were very sweet backstage, and the gzrys commented that it was filled with the sweet atmosphere of bringing a wife home. At that time, it was said that Wang Yibo twisted the bottle of mineral water for Xiao Zhan and handed it to him, and many people were cheering. Then it was said that after the rehearsal, Wang Yibo took Xiao Xiao for a ride on a small motorcycle. That motorcycle had only carried Han Ge before.

• My sister is an advertising employee. It should be in 2020, when her colleague was sending products, she found that Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan’s external delivery address was the same (they were not endorsements in the same period, and when sending to one person, they found that the address was duplicated and sent to another person)

• they have been playing tennis together in a club in Beijing. Also played badminton. It's not this year, it's the first half of last year.

sources: one and two

[eldestsuphering]

An Alt pool scene by Theo (@lambocalypse) here (and on twitter). When theo posted this on here I thought it was sooo cute and funny, cause Harrow would probs need the floaties if they had them at the time.

You can the original piece on here is this one too! GO FOLLOW 'EM!

EST: roughly 2 months cause I needed some materials that took a while to get on here. Now I'm just waiting for my jacket to finish washing/drying to put this bad boi on.

also I don't know if you can tell but as I was filling in the water, I compacted a bunch of thread on some parts making it bumpier in some places on there, but when I finished it it actually felt really cool cause it felt like actual tiny waves cresting.

which was one of the things I wanted to do: 1) give it more visual texture and 2) maintain the tight structure of a well done satin stitch of a machine w/o actually using much stain stitches.

primarily used tightly packed stem stitches to fill in the background, used satin on gideon, harrow and the tiles in an effort to differentiate them from the background/foreground stem stitches and then tightly packed chain stitches on the skellies, which was a bad idea cuz of how tiny the spaces are between bones.

(ps: I knew twitter was fuckin with it was a decent photo)

[sinsinsininning]

Interrogation

Pt 2 of Spoils of Victory

Word count: 9.37k

Synopsis: Kid and Killer poke holes in your story, when new evidence appears and you refuse to fess up, Kid comes up with creative interrogation tactics.

Warnings: SMUT, so much smut, dubcon (at first, then it’s eager consent), fem reader, canon typical violence and swearing, toxic behavior, unhealthy coping skills, power imbalances, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, blindfolds, bondage/restraint, biting, soooooo much biting, jealous Kid and Killer, marathon sex, multiple orgasms (fem receiving), praise, slight degradation, pet names (baby, darling, baby girl, good girl etc), threats of violence, slight humiliation, hair pulling, mentions of choking, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, Kid swearing, Soft Killer (he’s so soft in this), Hard Dom Kid (he’s bossy mostly), Killer is honestly more of a switch in this, this is why Kid got a new coat/cape after the time skip, feelings if you squint, aftercare

Notes: yeah I’m not gonna lie this got away from me, idk how it got to be almost 10k words 😳 but I’m a big Kid fan and an even bigger Killer fan. This scenario was actually in my brain before Spoils of Victory and is why I wrote it. And yes I will be writing a real part two for SoV, I just needed to finish this one first.

Life moved quickly after Kid lost his arm, Killer and the crew worked hard while he healed, leaving him to tinker in his workshop for days on end. One afternoon he stormed onto the deck, sneering as he looked for you. It didn’t take him long, you had a sixth sense for knowing when you were needed. He shoved a new harness with a new Jolly Roger buckle into your hands, grumbling about not losing your shit again in the future.

In the days following the battle you’d done your best to keep a low profile, staying busy with projects and avoiding shore leave. Your crew, bless them, made that difficult, falling over each other to praise you. It was hard to stay mad at them for it, you were a rookie, less than 2 years on the sea and you’d managed to not only save your captain, but survive an encounter with an emperor.

But you didn’t want to remember the fight, your subsequent betrayal with Shanks. You’d scrubbed your body in the shower, hoping to rid yourself of any traces of the enemy captain, his scent, his cum. Looking over yourself in the bathroom, blissfully alone, you’d be pleased to see the marks were minimal. Some bruising on your wrists, scrapes on your arms and legs, nothing telling. Though the large red handprint on your ass made you pause, you hadn’t realized he’d spanked you that hard and only once too. The thought made you shiver and dress yourself quickly.

You stuck to longer shorts or pants until the redness faded.

Guilt ate up at you as killer sat you down to debrief a few days after. Asking for the run down, you fidgeted in your chair, uncomfortable with his masked gaze on you. You apologized, for breaking rank and abandoning your post, for risking the captain’s life without a plan, for worrying everyone when you’d disappeared. It made you feel better about what you couldn’t apologize for.

Killer had been surprisingly kind, assuring you he wasn’t mad, just needed to know what happened so he could tell the captain. At that you squirmed more, eyes wet as you tried to avoid looking at him. At his prodding you told a believable story.

You’d used the smoke as a cover to extract Kid, but he was too heavy and there was no back up so you hid in the woods. From there you patched up Kid as well as you could. Shanks caught you in the act, now your story started to divulge from the truth. You’d ran with Kid, again, stashing him behind the boulder in the hopes you could loop around and grab him.

Killer interrupted to tell you it was at this time he’d been informed of Kid’s injury, he and several crew members set out to find Kid. He’d only known you were missing when he found your pack beside the unconscious captain. He asked how you managed to escape.

You said you ran and ran and ran, no plan, no map, nothing. Shanks of course caught up to you. With a shudder you paused your recount, breathing hard, Killer came closer resting a hand on your shoulder. For a moment you wondered if you could tell him the truth.

Don’t tell Kid. You’d pleaded, but he leaned back, telling you he wouldn’t keep anything from his captain.

You nodded, deciding to maintain the lie and told him how you’d begged and cried when Shanks caught you, unbecoming of a Kid Pirate you weren’t proud, but it’d worked. You told him how the emperor was seemingly amused by you, you wondered aloud if the emperor could sense you had zero fighting skills. Killer nodded along, agreeing that was likely the case.

You felt sick lying to him, telling him Shanks had dragged you back to the beach by your hair. Mocking you the entire way.

Killer asked what the red haired pirate had whispered to you on the beach before releasing you. You gulped, unprepared and stared at your shoes for a while.

At his prompting you finally said he’d just told you ‘good luck groveling to your captain.’ You shivered as you avoided looking at him. ‘If you’d been on my crew I wouldn’t take you back after all this.’ It felt close enough to the truth, your own secret thoughts of yourself.

Killer was quiet, hand back on you shoulder as he reassured you, no one expected you to fight off an emperor and while some may look down on you for begging, in the end it didn’t matter because you’d survived. You asked him to still not tell the crew which he obliged.

As he let you leave he chuckled and said it didn’t matter what the crew thought, only Kid.

That didn’t make you feel better.

So you gave yourself punishments to make up for lying on top of everything else. More chores, the worst shifts, last to eat. Your crew joked that you acted like surviving an emperor warranted punishment. You laughed and said you felt bad ditching your post, though you stopped answering when the praise that garnered made you feel ill.

It was only a week after the incident when Kid decided on an island to make their home base while they trained. He’d begrudgingly acknowledged they weren’t ready for the grand line yet, but they would be.

It was a small island tucked away, only occupied by a small village. The kid pirates set up camp on the opposite side, for once leaving the civilians alone. When asked, Killer explained the benefits of the locals handling supplies and infrastructure for them so they could focus on training. The locals weren’t pleased to be forced to build their hideout, but after a few… displays of power, they agreed and buildings went up quickly.

You’d scaled back your self imposed punishment as days went on, the guilt easing as you worked hard. You studied as much practical medicine as you could and worked on your marksmen skills. Killer even helped you improve your combat skills, especially in close quarters, you’d spend mornings trying to wiggle your way out of various holds or blocking strikes.

It was during one of these mornings, maybe a month after the ordeal, that your uneasy peace ended.

“Mail’s here!” Quincy shouted from the dock, her voice carrying over the noise and bustle of the morning.

It distracted you just enough for Killer to hit you in the side with the blunt ends of his scythes. You wheezed, falling aside into the sand as the wind was knocked from you.

“Focus up.” He muttered, letting out a small chuckle as you whined pitifully.

“Killer, got some bounties here for ya~!” Quincy pranced over to you, playfully nudging you with her foot as she held the papers out, you swiped at her legs pitifully.

“Thanks.” He nodded to dismiss the bubbly pirate. “I’ll post them it a bit.”

While he shuffled the pages, you sat on the sand, he was usually fast at reviewing the weekly bounty updates. Once he was done your training would resume, the stinging from his strike had already stopped and you were ready to go again.

You watched as he paused shuffling, staring at the papers, his fingers tense.

“Bad news?” You asked, standing now so you could peek at the pages, he tucked them under his arm.

“Training’s done for the day.” He said flatly, taking off quickly down the shore.

You sighed deciding to start on your chores for the day, mopping the deck and galley. Not fun or glamorous, but at least it was fast.

You’d barely finished filling the bucket when Kid’s booming voice shook the ship. Everyone rushed to the deck, those outside gathered on the dock. You hung over the railing, watching as Killer placed a hand on the captain’s shoulder, too far to hear what they were saying.

“Everyone off my damn ship!” Kid yelled. “Now!”

You sighed, yet unsurprised, the captain had done this before. But it meant you were stuck in shore for however long until he decided to let crew back on.

As you walked past, a large hand grasped you by the harness. “Not you.” Kid growled.

Your heart picked up, thudding loudly in your ears. Some crew eyed you with sympathy as they passed, some with suspicion, but no one paused.

“Boss?” You asked nervously, but the red head just sneered at you, dragging you back onto the ship.

He held you by the back of your harness, you dangled like a kitten scruffed. You glanced back at Killer who followed closely behind.

You kept quiet as your captain dragged you down to the med bay.

He held you with his flesh hand and rifled through the drawer with his metal, you tried to peek at what he was grabbing. He shoved you into Killer’s arms, the blonde man kept an arm around your middle, your feet still not touching the floor. He felt warm and solid against you, it weirdly reassured you.

Without a word Kid marched out, down the hall to his workshop, yanking the door open. Killer set you down, just for Kid to yank you again to his face.

“Wanna tell me the truth?” Kid asked, voice a low rumble.

Your stomach clenched, tense as you tried to lean back. “What’re you talking about?”

That was the wrong answer, Kid growled, gripping you by the throat now.

Behind you Killer moved closer, his heat making you sweat nervously.

“Oh you’re playing dumb? That how you wanna do this?” He grinned, tightening his flesh hand around your throat, just enough to make you lightheaded.

“I- I haven’t done anything!” You tried to insist, gripping his wrist, trying to relieve the pressure.

Shuffling papers behind you and suddenly you see your own face, printed on a bounty.

“Your bounty went up to 200,000 Berris.” Killer said, shaking the page at you. “That’s 200,000 more than last month.”

“What?” You gasped, sucking in a small bit of air. “How?”

Medics don’t get bounties, or if they did it was measly amounts. It was pretty typical across all crews, plenty of your crew mates didn’t have bounties higher than 1,000.

“You tell me.” Kid growled, golden eyes searching your face. “A month ago you were a blip on the radar, now you’ve got a 200,000 Berri bounty!”

You shook your head, unsure how to explain it, though a thought itched in the back of your head. Could this have been about the battle?

“What’s more…” Killer flipped another page, this one was a photo, torn from a news paper.

“Is that…Shanks?” You sputtered, your face reddening as you looked over the picture.

Indeed, staring back at you was a picture of the emperor, grinning at the camera, head tilted just enough to reveal a purpling bite. It was angry looking and swollen, right at the juncture where neck met shoulder.

You wriggled in your captain’s grip more.

“What does that got to do with me?” You asked, trying to twist yourself, but Kid only clamped tighter.

“You bit the emperor didn’t you?” Kid hissed.

Killer pressed closer to your back, shoving the photo into your face more. “You were missing for nearly an hour, come back with a bloody mouth, you even said you thought you bit him!”

“You think I didn’t notice?” Kid looked manic as you gasped for air, he lessened his hold an itch. “You sneaking contraception from the med bay? In front of me! You think you’re slick!”

His hands held up the blister pack of birth control, the same one you’d pilfered and returned after the battle, missing two pills.

“I-I needed it because-“ You trailed off, eyes moving frantically between Kid’s irate face and the grinning photo.

“I was gonna let it go,” He grinned, voice dropping. “Fuck if I care if you’re fucking someone. You’re a good medic, I don’t care if you take a few pills without asking.”

“But all these little inconsistencies, your bounty increasing, a picture of Shanks just days after the battle with a bite, the missing pills.” Killer’s voice was so deep, so close you could feel it rumbling your body. “Your story’s not adding up.”

“I can explain-“

Kid cuts you off with a laugh. “I bet you could, clever little thing, bet you could convince a fucking fish to bite your line.”

“The only thing we know for sure is,” Killer muttered. “Is that you’re lying.”

You don’t speak, too scared to even open your mouth.

“You’re gonna tell us the truth.” Kid used his metal hand to grip your face.

You let out a squeaky moan, eyes shutting at the familiar pressure. Heat flashed through your body in shame and arousal, staining your cheeks red.

The room is silent, you felt tears gather at your lash line, eyes still screwed shut from shame and fear. Killer finally burst out into a wild laugh behind you, so loud and manic you felt it move up your spine.

Your eyes snapped open, meeting Kid’s bewildered expression. His pupils were blown out, face splitting into a grin.

“Ooohhh that’s real interesting.” He laughed. “You’re gonna tell me everything that happened on that island, if you behave I won’t throw you overboard.”

A part of you wondered why he didn’t threaten to kill you, but as he set you on your feet your focus shifted. Lightheaded and fearful, you sway on your feet, nearly crumpling as you clutch Killer’s arm. The first mate has stopped laughing, instead staring at Kid who sat on his workbench leaning back as he beckoned you forward.

You stumbled towards your captain, he spread his legs and you moved to stand between. Your hands shaking, his blatant arousal surprised you, hard on straining his pants. Wondering if you should sink to your knees, he gestured for you to turn around.

You did, facing Killer, your back stiff as you wondered what your captain had planned for you.

“Strip.” He ordered, breath ghosting again your shoulders.

“Captain, please.” You said, fists and eyes clenched. “Please I’ll be good, I’ll tell you everything.”

“Strip.” He repeated, voice lower, almost gentle. You’re tempted to turn around and pursue that softness.

“Kid.” Killer warned, you relaxed realizing he was just as lost as you.

Your captain sighed, like he was annoyed, and leaned back again.

“I called you in here to interrogate you,” Kid huffed, annoyed he had to explain himself. “But it’s clear you can’t be honest.”

You try to turn and argue, but he quickly put a firm hold on your hips

“Your moaning got me thinking,” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Your pussy wouldn’t lie.”

Killer grunted, stalking closer now.

“So strip, little medic, and tell me the truth.” His hands were gripping your hips tightly. “You do that, I’ll forgive ya.”

“Kid.” Killer warned again, but didn’t move to stop him.

“Come on, be a good girl, let ya captain see how loyal you are.” Kid snarled, pressing against your back more. Even sitting, he still towered over you.

You hesitated, heart thumping, your thighs clenching. Something not lost on your captain and first mate.

“I know you fucked Shanks.” He said, you flinched. “Now’s the time to tell me the truth and beg for forgiveness.”

You nod, hands going to your pant’s button. Killer places a hand on your shoulder. You nod again, eyes watery as you look up at him, and you tug your belt loose.

“Help her out Kil.” Kid ordered, leaning back again.

Killer swiftly sinks to his knees, pulling your boots off before dragging your pants down. You place your hands on his shoulder as you step out of the clothing, still shaking.

You took off your gloves and accessories as he pulls your socks off one at a time. Just as you start to unbuckle your harness, Kid squeezed your hips harshly.

“Keep it on.” He ordered, voice smug as you leave his Jolly Roger on your skin.

Killer helps you shuffle your shirt off, then your bra, it’s awkward, pulling it out from under your harness. His hands skim along your skin, taking stock of any nicks or bruises he finds.

Kid snaps the band of your panties and you jump, letting out a small squeak. With a red face you let Killer drag it down your legs, keeping your knees together even as you step out of them.

“Good girl.” Kid cooed, you shuddered, clenching again at his praise.

His hands slide up to the harness, wrapping his flesh hand around it. He yanked you back to sit on his lap.

You squeak, arms crossed to cover your breasts as he hooked your legs over his knees. Killer watched, breathing heavily, as his captain spread you wide before him.

“There ya go.” Kid growled, sliding his legs open even more. “Kil start working her over.”

The first mate hesitated, you could see a blush reaching down his neck, but with his face covered you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Kid muttered.

He yanked your tank top from the ground, jostling you in his lap as he did. You grunted, but didn’t complain.

The fabric covering your eyes confused you, until you head the snap of helmet clasps. You managed to not flinch when his tongue first swiped up your slit, sighing as he laps at your slick. You try to slide your fingers into his hair.

“Don’t get comfortable,” Kid grumbled, metal encircled your wrist and yanked your arms back to hang around his neck. “You’re still being interrogated here.”

The position was a bit uncomfortable, your arms straining, but you could fiddle with the hairs on the nape of Kid neck. Killer pressed his tongue firmly on your clit and you let out a shaky moan again.

Killer squeezed your thigh and you relax a bit in the hold.

“Start at the beginning.” Kid ordered.

“I-um I saw you lose your arm, on- on the scope.” You began, stuttering as sparks of pleasure flick up your spine. “Killer was against Beckman, ac-across the field. No kid pirates near you, the on air crew was starting to retreat.”

Kid hums at your words, dragging his flesh hand up to grope at your tits. You sputter as he tugs on a nipple but continue.

“I shot smoke bombs, 3 of them, and went out to get you. I told my team I was doing it.” You tried to focus as Killer sucked on your clit, making you moan between words. “I knocked you over and ducked under th-the ah! Shanks blade.”

Kid gave your neck a kiss, surprisingly gentle and you arched your back.

“I tried to run bac-back but you ah shit you’re too heavy for me.”

Both men let out grunts of laughter, your skin vibrating under their lips. You let out a loud moan now, Killer redoubled his effort on your clit, sucking gently. Kid pinched your side, making you squeak again before continuing.

“Ah, I dodged some strikes, uh Shanks’ strikes, um and I headed into the trees for ah for cover.” You shivered, trying to rock your hips against Killer’s mouth but he held you in place. “I- I found a spot and hid, I field dressed your arm.”

You paused, nervous to continue, this is where your previous story and reality had differed.

“Come on, keep talking.” Kid nipped at your neck and twisted your nipple again.

“Fuck. Shanks was there, but- but I only had a knife. I stood to fight, but- but he knew I wasn’t a threat.” You tried to talk faster. “He said he was gonna kill you so I-“

“Ah ah ah.” Kid bit at your earlobe. “What exactly did he say? Don’t skip over anything, I want exact words.”

Killer slid one long finger into and you whined, twisting again.

“I- I don’t remember exact-Aaaaah!” Killer bit down harshly on your clit as you lied.

Kid wrapped his flesh hand around your throat and growled again. “When ya gonna stop lying? I know you remember.”

You squealed and cried, tears falling as Killer finally lets up. Suckling on you gently now like he was sorry.

“He- he said I was a sneaky little thing.” You stuttered, Kid’s hum of approval gave you a pleasant buzz across your skin. “And when I stood between you and him, he said I was loyal too. I told him no one would know if he let us go and that he’d obviously won.”

Killer crooked his finger to press against your g spot.

“I said- oh fuck- I said I wasn’t a threat. He said I’d tell everyone that he’d let me go and I’d ruin his rep.” You let out a shuddering moan, you were getting close to cumming. “I-uh I said I wouldn’t tell because-“

You cut off with a whine.

“Keep going.” Kid barked, you flinched in his hold.

“I said that I wouldn’t tell anyone because it’d ruin my reputation if my captain knew I’d begged him.” You whined, given up on rocking your hips for more.

Killer and Kid let out loud laughs at this, the pleasant vibrations bring you to the edge. You whine again and try to hold off.

“Ok fine, cum.” Kid groans into your ear. “Little reward for behaving.”

Hearing this, Killer moves his finger and mouth faster, you wailed as your orgasm washed over you. Your body clenching rhythmically as white hot pleasure shot through you. Killer fingered you through it, though he pulled his mouth off you as you came down.

“Ok, ok.” Kid huffed, letting go of your neck to stroke and fondle your sides again. “Keep going.”

It took you a moment to remember where you’d left off.

“I-ah, ah he laughed, then asked-um ’this is begging’ and he wanted me to actually beg. So- so I did, I didn’t want to but- but fuck Captain you were in pain and I thought-“ You let out a sob, a real sob of fear and panic.

Killer retracted his hand, instead stroking over your thighs reassuringly, kissing the skin he could reach.

“It’s alright, it’s alright.” Kid’s comfort voice was….not very comforting, but the familiar, gruff tone somehow made you feel better. “You’re doing good, keep going.”

You flushed at the praise, your fingers curling into the short hairs you could reach. He hummed and let you relax like this for a moment.

“I got on m-my knees and pleaded for your life, he…he said I was a pre-pretty sight even with the blood and dirt and- and my um my Jolly Roger harness.” You stuttered, Killer’s mouth returning to your cunt.

Kid growled, you could hear his teeth grinding, but he let you continue.

“I was scared, but I asked him what he wanted.” You went on. “He made me repeat it and I asked what he wanted in exchange for my captain’s life.”

Kid groaned at that, alternating between wet kisses and sharp bites on the skin of your neck. For the first time you notice him pressing his hips tightly to your ass.

“That’s my girl, hmmmm you are loyal.” He murmured to you.

Elated you sighed pleasantly at the attention, even trying to press your hips back to his. Killer kept a firm hold though.

“He asked what I was offering but when I didn’t answer he just said we both knew what he wanted.” You said, voice breathless and Kid pinched your nipples again. “He-he tried to undress me right then but I stopped him and asked how did I know he would keep his promise.”

“Smart girl.” Kid chuckled in your ear, before dragging his tongue over the skin of your shoulder.

“He took me to- fuck- someplace deeper on the island. I’m not sure.” You took a shaky breath. “He said the crew would find you soon and- and then he said I’d better hope they didn’t leave without me.”

You whined as Killer pressed his tongue into you.

You shuddered again. “He said if you did he’d keep me, if-if I did a good enough job.”

Kid growled into your ear again, Killer pulling back fully now, you could imagine their twin glares.

“Like hell he would!” Kid seethed, pressing you so tightly to him you felt the breath knock out of you. “He’s not stealing my medic!”

“We wouldn’t let that happen.” Killer placed a sloppy kiss to your knee.

You flushed under their praise and protectiveness, thankful for the blindfold now.

“Hey didn’t tell ya to stop.” Kid chided you, lightly pinching your hip.

“Ah, I didn’t say anything, I just tried to take his pants off so it would be over. Shit.” You hissed as Kid’s fingers pinch you again, his disdain clear. “He shoved me down and got angry, he said he didn’t say I could touch him and then grabbed my face-“

“That why you moaned?” Kid asked, biting your neck. “You liked when he did that?”

You continued, not answering him out of embarrassment.

“He- he said he was gonna use me until- ah- until he was happy.” You paused, blushing more before continuing. “He said until he was shooting blanks, if-if that was what he wanted and I was just gonna take it until he let me go.”

Kid grumbled again, but let you speak. Killer’s fingers returned to your cunt, sliding in two this time as you keened softly.

“He tied my wrists- ah- then he asked if I was a virgin.”

“Shit were ya?” Kid asked, like he was worried, you shivered at his words.

“No-no and I told him that.” You tried to say quickly.

“What then?”

“He cut up my harness and took my Jolly Roger.” You whine as Killer curled his fingers. “Then he um stripped me and -ah- he start to um eat me out.”

You squeaked out the last bit, embarrassed despite yourself.

Killer growled, the first time you’d heard him do so, he worked faster now. Trying to build up your orgasm now instead of teasing you.

“Ya jealous Killer?” Kid cackled, egging his best friend on.

The blonde just huffed through his nose, stroking circles with his tongue on your clit.

“Who’s better,” Kid asked you, jostling your face with his metal hand. “Killer or Shanks?”

You arch your back as you get closer and closer to the edge, whimpering out.

“Killer! Fuck! Killer is!”

The satisfied groan Killer let out pushed you over the edge, your captain whispering filthy words in your ear as you did.

As you came down a second time, you felt Kid’s flesh hand sneak down your body, pushing Killer’s head back from your cunt. Your first mate grunted a bit, annoyed, but slowly pulled away.

“Stop spoiling her, she’s not done yet.” He ordered, laughing, you assumed Killer had pulled a face. “Keep going, baby.”

The pet name made you twitch, panting hard as you tried to continue.

“I-hah- I tried not to enjoy it and he said he wanted me to cum on his tongue. Ho-how he could tell I wanted it.” You hesitated. “He said I was soaked, um I said it was from battle he said I was lying-Shit!”

Kid dragged his finger on your clit, the rough calluses catching the sensitive flesh.

“Don’t listen to that bastard.” Kid scoffed. “That’s normal.”

Killer kissed the inside of your thigh again.

“Stop stalling,” Kid ordered. “I can tell there’s more.”

You shiver nervously.

“I-I’m scared you’ll be mad.” You confessed. “At the things he said.”

“Probably.” Kid deadpanned, you whined. “But you’re gonna tell me anyways cause I said so.”

You swallow, breaking out in a sweat now.

Kid sighed, his hand pulling away now, Killer kissed over your clit gentle before pulling back.

“It’s alright, darling, I promise I won’t get mad.” He whispered to your skin, dragging his tongue through the mess on your thighs. “Wont let the captain yell at ya too much.”

You huffed out a laugh, his words actually relaxing you. Reminded you why you were doing all this, to prove your loyalty to the crew.

“I um I kept fighting to not cum and he got mad. I remember he grabbed his sword handle.” You paused at Kid’s growl, his grip tightening in anger. Killer’s hand slipped between yours and Kid’s legs, firmly squeezing the captain’s thigh. “Do I have to repeat exactly what he said?”

Kid bit down on your neck as Killer answers yes.

“He said I’d better cooperate, then he started f-fingering me-ah- me. He said- he said if I didn’t he’d go back and kill the crew and fuck me while-“ You twist in the hold, Killer’s mouth returning to your cunt. “Ah! While my dying captain watches.”

A squeal rips from you as Kid seethes, pulling your face to kiss at your lips. The stretch is uncomfortable but you sigh into his mouth, gripping his hair harder now. Between your legs, Killer keeps a steady, gentle pace, teasing your over sensitive skin.

“I’m sorry captain.” You whine against his mouth, voice wet and tears soaking your makeshift blindfold. “I’m-I’m so sorry!”

“Quiet ya crying it’s not your fault.” He muttered, pulling back.

“It’s- it’s not that, it’s that-“ You cut off with a whine. “I- he was fingering me and I was so cl-close! I came when he said that! I’m sorry!”

Kid barked a laugh, twisting your nipple.

“You’re a sicko huh?” He asked mockingly. “Ya can’t get your rocks off without some kinky shit?”

You thrash in his hold, distressed. “It wasn’t what he said! I promise I was just so close and- and-“

“Easy, love, I’m just teasing ya.” He muttered, tone annoyed but familiar. Like how he sounded checking on injured crew after a fight. He ran a large hand gently up and down your side.

“He laughed and said I must like it then and then he kept eating me out cause I came on his fingers not his cum.” You swallowed, Killer’s teasing touches turned firmer as you spoke. “I-I stopped fighting it and came again. Then he started fucking me and asked for my name.”

Kid clicked his teeth. “He must’ve been the one to up your bounty then, fuck I don’t know how else it could’ve gone up.”

“Wh-why would he do that?” You pant, trying to focus as Killer slips another finger into you. He pulls his mouth back just a bit.

“To track you.” He muttered, lips still brushing your throbbing clit. “With a sizable bounty, it’s easier for him to follow your movements and status.”

Kid growled, arm tightening around you possessively.

“Why the fuck would he want that huh?” He asked you. “Can’t find anyone else to fuck he’s gotta stalk my medic?”

You whimper, feeling a new wave of tears begin to form. “I-I think I know.”

“Well?” Kid asked. “Don’t hold out on us.”

You nod, trying not to shake in his hold.

“He um he and I kept fucking for a while,” You shuddered as Kid dragged a finger over your clit again, gently petting it. You writhed in his lap for a moment. “I- hah- I came and he started- oh fuck!”

You shuddered, Kid’s finger sped up as Killer’s slowed.

“What happened that made him up your bounty?” Killer reminded you.

“He-ah fuck- he kept saying he could stay there-ah in me forever and how he wanted to ke-keep meeee.” You squealed as Kid bullied two thick fingers into your cunt alongside Killer’s.

“Fucking bastard!” He sneered.

He took his fingers out and stood, hauling you up effortlessly as you cry out.

“How’d he fuck you?” He asked, pulling your arms off of his neck. “What position?”

“On my back, my-my knees to my chest lik-like a mating press.”

You could hear Kid’s laugh as he laid you back, just like you’d described, though he released your wrists from the metal. Killer’s hands helped you keep your knees up. The wood floor was rough, you must’ve flinched.

“Hold on.” Killer said, lifting you smoothly, you hear Kid’s startled ‘huh?’ And when he sets you down you’re on a much fluffier surface.

Kid’s coat, the thought makes you flush and you wondered if you should point out the deja vu.

Killer’s hands returned to your legs, he knelt by your head and held your knees to your chest. With your hands free you ran them up his arms, finger tingling as the pins and needles feeling faded.

Kid didn’t speak as he knelt down, his hands-metal and flesh- grabbed your thighs roughly. You squealed as he ran his tongue up your slit. Once, then twice.

He pulled back, grunting under his breath, you felt his tip against your clit. It’s leaking already, he rutted it against you, the added slick made you pant with want. Just as he pressed it to you, really pressed it, you cried out, hands coming up to his chest.

“W-Wait!” You yelped, surprisingly he does, pulling back fully. His hands were still on your thighs, Killer’s on your knees. “Can I have the blindfold off?”

You can tell they’re having a conversation, even without words you could feel the exchanged looks. Just as you were about to beg, Killer’s hand left your knee, and the blindfold was yanked off.

Your vision swam for a moment, spots of light dancing as your eyes adjusted again. The man above you was handsome, despite the nervousness clear on his face. You blushed as he stared down at you.

Oh shit, he’s hot.

Kid grunted, catching your attention as he ran his cock over your cunt again. The head slipped in easily, you were so wet from everything already, you gasped. Trying to stay still, you couldn’t help but twitch as he thrusted more into you. The stretch and burn as he pressed in more made you stiffen, halting his movements.

“Shit- don’t do that!” Kid hissed, gritting his teeth as he paused, waiting for you to relax again.

Killer slipped a hand to your chest, not twisting or pulling, just gently fondling. His thumb flicked your nipple, earning another gasp.

“It’s alright pretty girl,” His voice was deep, much smoother without the mask. “Relax for us.”

Kid bullied a few more inches, you already felt too full, but you willed yourself to relax. His thumb pressed on your clit, gentle despite his snarled expression. Killer talks you through it, until your captain’s hips are flush to your ass.

“Kid- oh fuck- Kid!” You squealed, trying not to squirm as the sensation of too full over whelmed you. “Please-hah- please please.”

He laughed, expression pinched as he drew himself out of you, pressing back in slowly.

“Ya already cock drunk, huh?” He mocked you, thrusting harder once, then twice, to watch your face tear up. “Look at her Kil, she’s fucking gone.”

You try to lookup at your first mate, but your eyes were hazy and crossed. Another moan punched out of you as Kid kept a steady pace.

Reaching up a shaky hand, you cup Killer’s bare face, flushed red with embarrassment, and whined.

“Hey, focus on me.” Kid growled, yanking your chin with his flesh hand. “I’m the one who’s fucking ya!”

You nod, dumb on his cock as he pistoned his hips. Fucking you further into his coat, you don’t hold back your whines and moans. You let Kid careen you towards a climax, letting your mind go blank as he did.

Kid doesn’t hold back now, whispering filthy words to you as he hunched over you more.

“Dirty fucking girl, bet you wanted this the second you came back onto my ship.” He groaned, eyes locked on yours. “You been aching for your captain’s cock? Bet if I told ya to ride me on that med cot and you would’ve. I’ve barely fucking started and you’re already a mess.”

He didn’t wait for you to respond, not that you could anyways, he just sped up. Your legs burn from the strain, eyes rolling back as you approach your climax.

“Ah! Ah! I’m clo- oh fuuuuck I’m so close! Kid!” You whine, hands moving to weakly grip at his arms.

“Come on, come on.” He growls, your moans making his hips move faster. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

You nod along dumbly, breathes coming out in shallow puffs. Your eyes rolled back, locking onto Killer’s face as you came, screaming wordlessly as you did.

“Fuck, tightening up on me.” Kid sputtered, thrusts faltering. He swatted your thighs, laughing as you twitched and moaned, you clenched up more from the stings. “Just like that, good girl. Fuck!”

Tears were back in your eyes as you whined, overstimulated and sore, you wiggled in their hold.

“Kid please, too much!” You cried. “Please, I can’t!”

Your eyes screwed shut as you tried to ride out the last of your climax. Killer’s hands shifted off of you, you opened your eyes to see him pressing a palm to Kid’s chest. The captain huffed and growled, but slowed his thrusts, instead rocking into you gently. The change in intensity made you sigh and coo, shifting to meet his thrusts now.

“She still hasn’t finished.” Killer reminded him, voice low.

Kid’s face twisted into petulant confusion. “The fuck you talking about she just came.”

“I meant her story.” Killer deadpanned, voice flat with annoyance.

Kid groaned, pulling out of you completely now, cock still hard and shiny with your slick. You gaped at the size, how was that inside you? He dwarfed Shanks by several inches and you felt lightheaded again.

Letting go of your legs, the men let you relax, chest heaving as you panted. The lack of contact made you whine, grasping as Killer’s leg, your head spinning.

Kid pulled you to him, hauling you up into his arms, you wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. He twisted and let himself fall to his back with a solid thump, jostling you as you sat perched on his stomach now.

He shifted you down to sit on his lap, your cunt flush with his still hard cock. You gasped and wiggled, the rough material of his pants biting at you, Killer’s hands returning to hold you in place. With you still, Kid began kicking off his boots, you could hear the thumps behind you, then he pulled his metal arm off. It was the first time you’d seen him without it since the loss, you looked away guiltily. Yanking his pants down a little more, he sighed as he felt your skin pressed against his more. You twitched your hips slightly, relishing in the noise of surprise he made, Killer chuckled as the captain’s face blushed.

“Shuddup!” He huffed at you both, his hand returning to your hip, lying just over Killer’s. With his devil fruit powers he pulled the metal bench of his closer so he could lean his back against it. Even leaning, he was still taller than you, having to crane your head up to meet his gaze.

“Comfy?” Killer asked, Kid glowered at him.

Before he could answer you leaned to kiss him, tugging on his hair and rutting your hips as much as you could in the blonde’s hold.

Pulling back Kid grinned wryly, sneering over your shoulder at his best friend. “Yeah I am, jealous?”

You peek over your shoulder at him, eyes still a little glassy. He flushed under your gaze and didn’t answer.

“Keep going, baby girl.” Kid pulled your chin to face him.

You stared dumbly for a moment, forgetting the entire reason for this scene. Killer moved your hips for you, briefly, as he whispered in your ear.

“You said Shanks wanted to keep you.” He supplied, you nodded, still dizzy but more focused.

“Yeah. Yeah, we were- ah we kept fucking and I came again, he asked if I’d…if I’d ever fucked my captain I said no and he got really-um I guess desperate? He wanted me to cum again, so he asked what I ne-needed to cum.” You gasped, taking a deep breath. “I think he was close and he- hah- he asked if I w-wanted to be choked or-“

Kid sneered, tsking under his breath, his hand moved you faster. You let out a squeal as your clit dragged along the prominent vein along his cock.

“Or-hah Kid fuck- or if I wanted to choke him.” You continued without prompting, Killer made a noise of interest behind you.

“Don’t even think of asking me that,” Kid growled, glaring down at you before his eyes shifted to the blonde holding you. “Killer though likes that shit, bet he’d let ya if ya ask nice and pretty.”

“Don’t get distracted.” Killer huffed, you weren’t sure who he meant, but you nodded dumbly anyways.

“He asked-um, if I wanted to ride him, he said he wanted to reward me a-and I asked to be untied and if I could-ah- could bite hi-him.”

Kid laughed, pressing his hips up to grind harder on your clit. “I knew you bit him, ya act innocent but you’re a fucking minx. Was it enough? Did ya cum?”

“Ah!” You whine, arching more now. “Yes, I did! I did!”

You’re lifted up slightly, just enough to stave off your climax, Killer pulling you more to his chest. His nose buried in your hair as you twist and whined, Kid groaned bellow you, trying to chase your friction.

“I bit him hard and he came, but it was inside me.” You mumbled, swaying your hips slowly, barely able to rub your clit up and down Kid’s cock.

Killer held you tighter, you glanced at his face, twisted into a deep scowl. You almost laughed at how alike to Kid he was under the mask.

“I-ah I asked him to pull out, bu-but he didn’t he said he hoped I get-hah-pregnant, that he wanted the kid to look like him.” You whined as Kid successfully tugged you back down to grind on him. Killer’s arms tightened on you. “He ah! He s-said-hah-“

One of Killer’s hands gripped your breast, tugging on your nipple as you tried to talk.

“Spit it out,” Kid hissed, hand trembling as he sped you up. “What’d he say?”

“He said-ohhhh- that I should tr-try to trick my captain, crawl into your bed when you’re drunk-ah ahhhh- so you think it’s yours.” You sputtered, climax so close you felt like you were on fire. “But that he-he’d know it was his.”

Kid yanked on your hair, pulling your face to his thick neck, he growled.

“Bite down, now.”

You shivered at his order, your thrusts awkward and short at the odd angle you’re in. Digging your nails into his chest, you bite down, not nearly hard enough to draw blood. Kid snarled at you.

“Harder! I want a bite in the same spot, matter of fact both sides! And Killer too!” He spat, egging you on to sink your teeth deeper. “Want this shit to scar.”

Killer’s lips are on your back and shoulders as you clench-both your jaw and pussy- he leaves wet kisses along your skin. You release when you taste blood, leaning back to pant and look over the wound. Kid shoves your face to the other side of his neck, you don’t wait for the order, sinking your teeth in deep.

“Shit, fuck just like that.” Your captain moaned, actually moaned, unashamed at the noise he sloppily maneuvers you so he can sink his cock into your cunt again. “Fuck, come on keep going what happened next?”

You slowly released your hold, blinking as he moved your hips for you. With your position and Killer still pressed against your back, he couldn’t really bounce you like he’d prefer, settling for lazy grinding.

“That was it, he dressed me, kept my panties and we were back at the beach.” You sighed, eye fluttering shut. “Killer was there, Shanks had me by the hair, he threw me and Kil caught me.”

Killer nipped at your skin, you squeaked, sitting up straighter now as you tried to focus.

“Wait no, he-hah he did whisper something-fuck to me, before throwing me.” You leaned back so your head could loll on Killer’s shoulder. “He- fuck- he said he’d k-keep tabs on me. Hah fuck!”

Kid had sped up his grinding, now thrusting with what little room he had to move.

“He said I- that he’d know if I was pregnant-hah! And that he’d c-find me-ah ah ah!”You keened as one of them brought a finger to your clit, thumbing it in tight circles. “A-and that I- I’d better not get rid of it or he’d- he’d fuck another baby in meeee fuck Kid!”

Kid gripped your throat with his hand, tugging you closer so he could kiss you. It was messy and rushed, his teeth tugging on your lip meanly. Pulling back you see the blood from his neck now staining his already red lips, you lean forward a licked at it, pushing your tongue into his mouth for another kiss.

“That fucking bastard, I’m gonna kill him!” He seethed against your mouth, gripping your neck tighter. You felt light headed, but it was welcome as your orgasm crashed over you suddenly. “Atta girl, cum for me, give it to me.”

You thrashed in his hold, caught off guard by the sudden pleasure, both men holding you tightly. Just as you worry you’ll pass out, Kid lessened his hold, letting you suck in desperate breathes.

“Kid.” Killer said, tone firm, the redhead ignored him, speeding up his thrusts. You were too out of it to realize he was chasing his own climax. “Kid pull out.”

You whimpered as Kid snarled again, jaw clenched as he ignored the blond.

“Fuck that, if she’s gonna get pregnant it’ll be my kid and it’ll look like me!” He groaned. Killer started to pull you up again, Kid shoved you back down with a feral growl. “You try to stop me and I won’t let you fuck her.”

Killer’s hands paused, for just a moment, but he tried again. This time you whined, pushing yourself into Kid’s thrusts, looking up at him behind you as you did.

“Please, Killer!” You panted, eyes glazed, sweat dripping from you. “Please, wanna fuck you so bad!”

He froze, eyes wide as he took you in, riding his captain with intention now, begging him to fuck you. His face turned red and he looked away from you, glaring at the door.

“Don’t-don’t say shit like that!” He hissed, shivering as you reached behind you to palm his cock through his jeans.

He was still fully dressed, hard since the moment you’d let him undress you, desperate for your touch.

Kid pulled your face to his kissing you as his thrusts turned sloppy.

“Come one, Kil, don’t you want her to give you your own bite mark?” He goaded the other man, grinning as he came closer and closer to his high.

Your hands found his shoulders, needing balance as Killer pulled back slightly. You pressed your fingers into the bites, sending Kid over the edge as he pressed your hips flat to his.

You squealed, clenching hard as you tried to catch your breath, ropes of his thick cum already leaking out of you. Kid kept his face in your neck, shivering as he rode out his climax. You kept grinding your hips, prolonging his high as he panted and groaned into your skin.

Kid sighed, high and breathy, shifting you slightly in his lap. He dragged his cock out of you slowly, relishing in the rush of cum that chased out of him.

“Kil?” You whined, leaning back into his chest.

Kid moved out from under you, pulling his pants back up while he watched.

“Yeah?” Killer asked, dragging his hands up your side, caressing your skin.

“Please!” You keened, trying to turn to face him.

He bent you over, shoving your shoulders and face down into the captain’s coat. The rough denim of his pants dragged across your skin as he draped himself over your back.

“Don’t look at me, I’m not gonna last if you look at me like.” He hissed, face red as he shoved his pants down to enter you.

You whined, eyes closed as his cock filled you, more cum leaking out to make room. His hands on your hips the only thing keeping you up.

Despite his words, his thrusts are gentle, moving slow and deep. The feeling of your walls dragging against his cock made him groan, cutting himself off by biting his lip.

“Ya look pretty desperate, Kil.” Kid laughed, you snuck a glance up at him, his grinning face leering down at you. “Be careful, she may not like shy guys.”

Killer gripped you tighter, giving you a sharp thrust now. You keened and tried to look back at him, he pinned a heavy hand on your neck, trying not to moan in tandem with you.

“Killer please! Please just-ah ah wanna see!” You cried, twisting sharply in his hold, still he held you in place, his hips speeding up.

“Yeah, how’s she gonna bite ya if she’s pinned like that?” Kid asked.

Killer shuddered, he let go of your neck but still didn’t let you turn. He draped more of himself over your back, his blonde hair falling over you like a curtain. His face right next to yours.

“Do you really?” He murmured. “Do you wanna bite me? Give me a mark like Kid?”

You nod, eyes teary as his thrusts kept pace, you sniffled and tried to turn.

“Yeah, I wanna- please hah, I wanna mark you.” You whined, voice low to match his. “Please, I knew you wouldn’t leave me, I knew you’d stay and wait for me. Wa-wanna see you please!”

Killer moaned pressing kisses to the side of your face and shoulders.

“What’s with the whispering huh?” Kid groused. “I paid for a show I’d better get it.”

You let out a huff of a laugh, trying to turn again and Killer let you. Sitting up, he pulled out of you slowly, watching your pussy try to cling to his cock, some of Kid’s cum still leaking. The sight made his blush even more.

He helped you turn over, pulled your legs onto his hip, still so careful with you, he placed his hands beside your head. When he hesitated, glancing nervously at your face, you reached down to grasp his length. His gasp spurred you on, you ran the tip up and down your folds.

Killer pressed his hips forward, sinking into you easily. You cant your hips up as he thrusts harder.

“Atta girl,” Kid praised you, kneeling down beside you with a grin. “Taking good care of my first mate, yeah?”

Both you and Killer moaned at his words, his thrusts speeding up. He pressed his face to your neck, red tracing along his cheeks down to his chest. You felt overwhelmed, pushed nearly too far, you wouldn’t be able take much more. Trying to get him to finish, you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging him closer, pulling his hair.

He groaned into your skin, you bit down on his neck, the whimper he let out made you dizzy. You clamped down hard before switching to the other side, Kid groaned dirty praise as you did. Between the two men’s noises you felt your climax approaching, you couldn’t even tell what number you were on.

“Good girl, fuck, g-good girl.” Killer whimpered, pulling back to look you in the eye. “Fuck just lemme, hah fuck I’m close.”

You released your jaws, falling back to the ground, eyes barely open as you tried to chase your climax.

“Don’t pull out.” Kid ordered, sitting up on his knees now.

Killer shook his head. “Ca-can’t, fuck, can’t risk it, even with the pills.”

Kid tsked, grabbing your hair firmly, he tugged on it til you cried out.

“You want him to cum in ya?” He asked, you couldn’t nod, instead crying out wordlessly as you climaxed. “That sounds like a yes.”

Killer gasped as you clenched even harder around him, digging your heels into the small of his back.

“B-bad idea.” He collapsed onto his elbows, hips losing their rhythm.

“Come on, imagine next time Shanks sees her she’s got a blonde kid on her hip.” Kid said, laughing as you moaned out, overstimulated and crying. “Everyone’d know she was yours.”

His words are effective, you grip Killer’s hair again as he pressed into you as deep as he could. His cum is hot and endless, making you whine at how full you felt.

Your body went lax, unable to even sit up after everything, your limbs trembled slightly. Killer didn’t pull out right away, staring down at you for a moment, you could practically see hearts in his eyes. Finally he pulled out, watching closely, your pussy fluttering and leaking his cum.

“Ha, knew I could get you to do it.” Kid gloated, you smiled weakly, too drunk on euphoria to laugh.

“Shut up.” Killer muttered, pulling his pants back up and reaching for his mask. “She’s getting a double dose of birth control and I’m taking her to a doctor just in case.”

“You’re no fun.” The captain rolled his eyes, but dropped it as he hauled you into his arms.

Your eyes are shut, face pressed to his chest, whining as he jostled you.

“Don’t fuss, gonna take you to my cabin.” He said gruffly. “Killer will take care of ya, I gotta talk to the crew.”

A fleeting moment of panic took you, you shook your head.

“Calm down.” He scolded, but it wasn’t harsh. “Gonna tell them they can return to the ship, everything’s fine.”

It was weird being naked on the ship, as he carried down the empty halls, you shivered and pressed closer. You were just about doze off when he placed you on his bed, Killer followed closely behind, mask back in place. Kid’s room was messy and smelled like a soldering gun, it strangely comforted you as the blonde’s arms tugged you to him.

“Let’s get you a shower.” He muttered, you looked around the room dazed, Kid already gone. “You can nap after when Kid gets back and I’ll make you something to eat.”

You hummed, eyes closing again as he set you down to start the water. Swaying slightly you held onto his shirt to stay steady. You were vaguely aware of him passing you two pills, gulping them down with a glass of water.

The shower was a blur, barely paying attention as he helped wash you, and soon you were wrapped in a towel. By the time he carried you back to bed, Kid had returned, lazily lying with his hands behind his head, metal arm back on.

He practically yanked you back from the first mate, laying you across his chest.

“My coat is fucked.” He muttered, flesh arm wrapped around you.

Killer laughed, it was his restrained chuckle rather than the boisterous one from before.

“You’ll live.” He said as he left, presumably to make you some pasta.

Kid cursed at him as he left, keeping you pressed to him.

“So I’m not in trouble for fucking Shanks?” You asked, voice drifting as you fought to stay up.

“Don’t be dramatic, you were never in trouble for that.” He sneered, grabbing at your ass. “Lying to me is what fucking got you here.”

You chuckled, you wanted to stay up until Killer returned, but it was difficult with the captain’s warm body under you. Kid started talking, mostly to himself, about his plans for the future, how to prepare for the Grand line, and where they should look for the next poneglyph. You hummed, but mostly tuned him out, letting your body go lax. You’d worry about the future later, what this means for you and the crew, where you stand with either man. Slowly, you drifted off to sleep.

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You said in a post that iron widow made you really mad and you finished it with spite in your heart (or smth to that effect) and if you don't mind answering I'd like to know what you disliked?

*I haven't read it although I don't mind spoilers, and I have zero horse in this race. but I've seen so much of the marketing for it (which is obviously all extremely positive and weirdly like. political?) that the drama gremlin in me is just nosy to hear the other side.

I was mostly disappointed because I really wanted to like that book! I liked Xiran Jay Zhao's videos, and I was excited about the book even tho mecha is not really my thing. I rarely have such strong opinions on books, mostly because I tend to not finish stuff I don't enjoy, with that one I HAD to finish it because a friend gave me her copy and asked me to annotate it. (She treasures that copy now so we have a win there, my pain was worth it ahah) I may not remember ALL the things that made me very angry bc its been a while since I've had to rant about it.

First of all, it's poorly written. All Tell and no show. It gets very tedious and boring, especially by the second half of the book.

The protagonist is like "My beloved sister! I care for her so much and I must avenge her!" Okay, fine. What was she like? What was your relationship like when she was alive? I could not remember the sister's name, even tho she was the reason the entire plot began. You can't even tell me that maybe she wasn't that important bc Zetien was basically going on a suicide mission for her! she saw her ghost at some point! That poor lady was fridged and the marketing for this brick keeps calling it "a feminist book", there's nothing feminist about this! Zetian is not a feminist icon, and she shouldn't be considered the historical figure she's based on, but they keep trying to say she is. At some point during the story, she is betrayed by a woman who had to betray her because the government was threatening her children. She could have understood that the lady who betrayed her was not the real enemy but the system that could exploit her was! But no, she kills her. Couldn't she have thought of her sister in that moment? Couldn't she have thought, oh wait, I would have done the same if they had my sister. Nope! She needs to be cool and kill the poor woman who just wanted to keep her children safe.

She also feels absolutely abnormal for the society and culture she was raised in, she feels like a 21st-century woman who was yeeted into this setting and is simply against it because she knows this is fucked up. I would have liked to see more insight in why she became the way she is, because we are not given enough to understand her as it is. ( Also, Xiran's voice is very evident during Zetian's inner monologues, maybe its because I was very familiar with her videos, but I should not be able to pinpoint the paragraph where Zetian ends and Xiran begins. )

Also, for some reason the book desperately tries to be Hunger Games at some point, and I'm not the only one who noticed that in my friend group. The scenes of Zetian getting ready to become a concubine are reminiscent of Katniss getting cleaned up at the capital, and in the second half of the book is basically the equivalent of getting the sponsors with all the photoshoots and acting. It was extremely boring and slow to read. Another thing that gets often brought up about this book is "there's a poly relationship that's actually poly! All the characters like each other," which is BULLSHIT. Li Shimin deserves BETTER than these TWO ASSHOLES. He was treated like a piece of SHIT by Zetian for the entire book while clearly acting as gently as he could considered the circumstances they were in, and then after Zetian and Yizhi get it on they are like "emmm we could allow Li Shimin into our thing, he IS kinda cute" YOU DON'T DESERVE HIM. HE'S THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKER I RESPECT IN THIS BOOK.

That aside, the entire relationship is kinda underdeveloped in general, its really annoying to see "there's a polyyy" being a selling point to this thing.

There was more, but I honestly can't remember right now.

The only fun thing about this book is how much I enjoyed being a hater while I was reading. My friends and I are considering reading the sequel because from what we've seen, it seems to be a shitshow. I just hope it's a fun shitshow.

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You stared down at the newest message you’d received this morning from Nobara, letting you know that work had been cancelled due to a security breach at the Syndicate, and that you were free to stay home. While that would be good news to most, that was actually the worst news you could have possibly received this morning. 

A security breach definitely means they know Satoru is missing from the facility, but it also means they have no idea who took him. If they did, you imagined they would have been knocking on your apartment door right now. Briefly, you wondered if anyone had found out about his energy expulsion in the forest yesterday afternoon. If that was the case, they would surely be checking the security footage of all surrounding businesses to see what was up. 

With a groan, you rolled onto your stomach, mashing your face down into your pillow to release a scream, and when you were finished, you felt just a little lighter. Flipping over onto your back again, you stared at the ceiling, wondering what you were actually going to do about this. All would have been semi-okay if the board hadn’t agreed to more funding for Satoru, but all would have been perfectly swell if you hadn’t taken him in the first place.

There was always the option to somehow drop him off at the facility and pretend like you didn’t take him at all, but there’s no way you could avoid Satoru after that. He would see you there eventually–you were now a part of the team that created him–and you know he would ask questions about it. Which could only mean that if you dropped him off, you’d have to leave it all behind and start over somewhere else. Somewhere where the Syndicate would never find you, because if they did, that was definite prison time. 

But if you left, you’d be out of a job, and more than that, you’d be abandoning your dream job, the one you worked so hard for–only for you to throw it away in a matter of minutes after deciding to bring Satoru home two days ago, which was very, very stupid. 

Why the hell did you do that again?

Oh, right, because he looked so fragile when he was severed down the middle, and you wanted to do anything you could to fix him and bring him back to life, as any good weapon engineer would. You were doing the world a service by powering him up, fixing him for free, and teaching him how to be human-like.

Or maybe you’re just a thief with a savior complex who was now seriously regretting her impulsive decisions.

But staying in bed all day, weeping over your mistakes, was no way to fix them. With that in mind, you pushed yourself up and onto your feet and shuffled toward the kitchen for a much-needed cup of coffee. When you emerged from the hallway, you paused in your steps when you noticed Satoru sitting on the living room floor, in front of the TV, spooning something into his mouth while the cooking channel played. 

“At least he’s stimulated,” you tiredly grumbled to yourself as you continued on your path to the kitchen. 

After mixing up your instant coffee granules in the hot water, you poured in your preferred serving of milk and reached for the sugar container in the cupboard. Only your hand hit the blank, empty shelf. Brows furrowing, you glanced up at the shelf to see that it was, in fact, empty; no sugar container in sight. 

Then it clicked. 

“Satoru!” you announced, entering the living room. From his spot on the floor, he looked up at you, sugar spoon sliding out of his mouth. “What are you doing?”

“Having breakfast. The woman on your television is making candied strawberries and said they were really sweet, and when she showed me how to make them, I learned about sugar and found some in your cabinet.” He brought another scoop to his mouth, his chews sounding like a mouthful of sand. “I’m not fond of the texture, but I do like the taste.”

“Well, you’re not supposed to eat it straight,” you snapped, grabbing the container from his lap and storming back toward the kitchen with him right behind you.“You use sugar to bake with, or you use it to sweeten things like coffee or tea.”

“I’ve never had either.”

You spoon a couple of scoops of sugar into your coffee and stir it around before raising the mug to him. 

“Then today is your lucky day.”

He glanced at it, eyes filling with doubt as the steam of it wafted into his face. 

“Is it sweet?”

“I think it is.”

Squinting, he took it into his hands, and rather than taking a hesitant sip, he took in an entire mouthful, downing nearly half of it. With his cheeks full, he grimaced, but forced himself to swallow it while rushing the mug back into your hands. 

“That is not good at all.”

“Good, then I don’t have to worry about you taking all the coffee,” you hummed, “How much sugar did you eat, exactly? And do you have to do that whole thing like yesterday? Because I really, really don’t want to hike through the woods again.”

He shook his head. “I was expelling the energy in small quantities as I consumed it.” 

You nodded, ending the conversation in exchange for silence. Awkward silence–at least it was for you. Satoru, however, didn’t seem to notice as he stared at you, sipping on your coffee, actively trying to avoid his eyes. Maybe it was that you had seen his bare behind last night, or just the simple fact that your probable prison sentence was looming on the horizon, but you were feeling a little shy to be in his presence. 

“What research are you conducting today?” he asked, which left your brain blanking on an answer. 

You really needed to start thinking ahead instead of focusing on the negative outcome of it all–that would only ensure that you get caught. If you were strategic enough, all of this could end pleasantly… maybe.

Since the Syndicate was most likely searching for Satoru, there was no way you could leave your apartment anytime soon, but how could you turn a lackluster, stay-in day into a training experience? You needed to somehow expose him to humans without actually exposing him to humans. And you suppose there was only one way to do that.

“Want to watch a movie?”

Okay, so what you actually turned on wasn’t a movie, but it was overly dramatic like one. While you were searching through your options on your streaming platform, you had the bright idea of turning on Desperate Housewives, which, contrary to what you believed at first, wasn’t reality TV, but rather, it was a soap opera. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing for him to watch because it wasn’t an accurate depiction of real human emotions and interactions, but after the first episode, you were hooked on it yourself. 

And surprisingly, so was Satoru. 

“So,” Satoru began as the first episode’s ending credits rolled across the screen. “They killed off the main character in the first one.”

“Yes.”

“And now her neighbors are trying to figure out what happened to her?”

“Mhm.”

“Even though they know she killed herself.”

 “But they don’t know why she killed herself. She had that letter, remember?” You looked toward the other end of the couch that Satoru was occupying, seeing that he was still staring at the TV as he had for the entire hour that the show played. “Did you like it?”

“Not really, but I’d like to know why she killed herself, too. You may proceed with the next episode.”

Suppressing a chuckle, you clicked onto the next episode. 

The day continued on like that, watching episode after episode, answering the stray questions from Satoru during the show, and then having an in-depth conversation while the end credits roll before starting the next one. He was getting pretty engrossed in it all, even getting mad when the characters would do something stupid, or a little antsy when they were about to be caught for doing said stupid thing. Satoru’s reactions were almost as entertaining as the show itself.

“You remind me of Susan,” he admitted at one point, after watching Susan embarrass herself in front of Mike yet again. 

His connection made you scoff. 

“How so?”

“She puts herself in situations where she gets flustered and then makes it worse by doing things that make her more flustered.”

He noticed that about you? Wait-

“You know when I’m flustered?”

“Of course, I do. Your face turns red, and your heart rate spikes so much that I can see it pulse in your neck. Then you stutter, and I can tell that your mouth gets dry, but you keep talking like you’re trying to convince yourself that you’re not flustered, which only makes it worse. You blink rapidly, too, and you try to smile, but it’s always forced, and-”

“Okay!” you cut him off abruptly, which pulls attention away from the screen, putting it solely on you. “I didn’t realize you were that perceptive.”

“I’m the most observant being that’s ever been created. Which is why I know when you’re lying.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, you felt all of the characteristics he named off start to rush over you. Reddened face, quick heartbeat, dry mouth, rapid blinking, and smiling-

“You’re flustered now because you know that I know, right?”

“I-I– what do you know?” you settled on, knowing that was probably the worst question you could’ve asked in response to his admission, because it was leading, and it almost proved that there was something that you were lying about.

“I know that I’m not supposed to be here with you.”

And there it was–the truth. And he hit the nail right on the head with the utmost precision because he’s fucking Satoru.

You couldn’t form words even if you had something to say.

“I knew you were lying as soon as you powered me back on and said you were conducting research, but it's obvious you put me back together because I’d been defeated in the arena.” He gestured to his body.

“But… how?”

“I ran through my memories right as I powered on again. I remember being hit by the enemy.” The corner of his mouth twitched just a bit, the faintest smirk flickering before disappearing again. “Because you forgot to clear my cache. Which is always the first step-”

“I know!”

He exhaled what you assumed to be a laugh.

“I just don’t know why you took me from the facility. Obviously, you had a reason if you did so while knowing what would happen to you if they found out I was gone–which I’m assuming has happened, yes?”

Unable to lie any further, you nodded.

Mentally, you began the process of accepting defeat. 

Until he spoke again. 

“I’m not going to inform them of this, so don’t worry. I don’t want to go back.”

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. After he’d seemed so loyal to his manufacturers, he’s telling you that he doesn’t want to return to them?

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew the truth from the start?”

“It’s entertaining and mentally stimulating to observe you while flustered. I thought it would be in my best interest to pretend to follow your stupid plan, but I also assumed that they knew that I was gone, and I didn’t want you to panic and send me back.”

“You…” You wet your lips, trying to come to terms with the information you’d just been given. “You really don’t want to return to them?”

“No.”

“Why?”

 “I like the freedom here. You don’t lock me up when I’m not in use, and you don’t talk to me like you’re afraid I’m going to kill you. You let me watch TV, and you take me to get ice cream. You don’t look at me like my manufacturers do, you look at me like I’m a human.”

His explanation pulled on your heartstrings, acting as a reminder of why you took him in the first place. 

“I was created to be as sentient as a human, but they never treated me like I was. I was given human emotions, but they forgot to give me the equipment to express them properly because that part wasn’t necessary if I were to be used as a tool. I think by doing that, they forget just how sentient I am, but you don’t do that. So, I want to stay here.”

It’s settled then. There was no way you were taking Satoru back to the facility. How could you after he told you all of that?

“Okay. You can stay. I’ll make sure of it.”

He gave a curt nod and relaxed back into the couch.

“So, you have emotions. What all do you have?”

“All of the innate ones that humans have. Happiness, sadness, anger, fear, disgust. They’re necessary to work alongside humans properly.”

“What about the emotions that humans learn?”

“What would those be?”

You pursed your lips, mulling over your answer.

“Shame and guilt. Jealousy, hatred, or resentment. Love, too.”

“Love was specifically blocked from my range of emotions. I cannot learn it since it would ultimately be a flaw in my code. It’s a hindrance to any progress I could make. I suppose the others could be learned the longer I spend in society.”

That’s not fair…

“Alright, what if we work on these new emotions one at a time?”

“Okay.”

“Let’s start with the easiest one first: hatred. While watching Desperate Housewives, which character did you like the least?”

He didn’t miss a beat when he said, “Martha.”

The quickness of it made you giggle. “I don’t like her, either. So, let’s see how bad she can get. Maybe you’ll master hatred by the end of the night."

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Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by my dearest @theawkwardterrier - thank you for the excuse to do nonsense in between my last sessions of the longest Friday!! 😘

How many works do you have on ao3?

Nine

What’s your total word count?

297,842 words (I'll hit 300,000 total and 100,000 in Seaside in the next chapter so I'm feeling very 🥺)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the best by far is you

Beside the Seaside

The Lost Ones

Soften Every Edge

When My Love Reaches to Me

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I try to because I really love the community around sharing stories and appreciate the time people spend reading and leaving a nice comment. Sometimes I get overwhelmed with responding if I get behind on it and need to just do a reset with responding on the next chapter/story though.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

In high school, I wrote a One Tree Hill fic that was very dramatic and soapy (not unlike the show) and I don't know that the ending itself was that angsty (I honestly don't remember), but I killed off one of the characters within the first few chapters and the rest of the fic was dealing with that and yeah, very angsty and over-the-top drama 😅

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I think Soften Every Edge is pretty darn happy 🥹

Do you write crossovers?

I'm not against it, but I haven't felt compelled to write one yet.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes, but I will say most of what I get now is more in the vein of feeling entitled to quick updates/being rude more so than mean/hateful (also with my fics locked to users, I can't get anon replies and that probably helps...).

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Before writing Outlander fic, no, and I only started because Jamie and Claire are so damn horny for each other all the time 😂 but I would say I usually write more m-rated stuff and only if it feels necessary for the story as part of their relationship or if I feel particularly inspired.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge beyond getting scraped and posted elsewhere.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I would love that if someone wanted to.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't and I used to have a chip on my shoulder about this in a previous fandom that did a lot of co-writing and it felt very clique-ish, but I can't wrap my mind around the logistics of how that would work to write with someone else, so I think I'm okay now lol.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

I can't pick just one!!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Oof. I guess my super niche Smallville wip that I worked on and had several chapters written, never posted any of it and never finished it, so really, the only person suffering over the unfinished wip is me, but I still wish I'd been able to write that one and share it.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good with characterization and weaving in canon moments in an au.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting sometimes, because I rely on more of a vague outline/direction that I'm going and have to just trust myself to find my way through the details and that can get tough.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I feel super uncomfy about butchering a language without realizing it, but at the same time, especially with Outlander, these other languages are an integral part of some of the characters, so I still want to include that aspect.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I think it was One Tree Hill or Grey's Anatomy, at least that I actually started posting. I was tinkering away with some other stories in a few other fandoms too, but I definitely lurked for a while and wrote in my noteboooks before I felt brave enough to share online!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I want to finish my Avalance fic that I started in January because season 7 was so good and then the CW cancelled them on a cliffhanger and we never got to meet THEIR BABY and this will be my villain origin story!!! (not the fic though, the fic is super soft and sweet 🥰)

What's your favourite fic you've written?

I can't pick my favorite of this one either! Rude to even ask!! 😭

Tagging @walkinginland and anyone else who's interested, consider yourself tagged!

[riv3rw4ter]

Using this as a distraction, tyty @sunnymothmoss

(I'm using fmbot, a discord bot, to give me my top 10 listened to in the past month because I'm bad at discerning order between my favourites)

1 - KATAMARI by femtanyl

My favourite song, I love it so much right now, good amount of screaming and one of the voices sounds like v1

2 - Summit - No More Running Mix by Kuraine

I would say my favourite soundtrack out of the Celeste b-sides, which is apparently an unpopular opinion, but I like it because it reminds me of a quiet determination. It's not loud or distracting, it's persistence in song form and made the summit C-side far more bearable

Putting a read more so this doesn't take up too much of anyone's feed if this somehow reaches more than 3 people

3 - Confronting Myself by Lena Raine

I love this song so much. It plays during what I would call the second 'bossfight' against Baseline from Celeste, I love the composition, the layers, the electronic sounds, and the 'chanting' that reminds me of area zero from Pokémon scarlet and violet, and the calmer section that reminds me of the intro music for 'a kind of spark' to the point it made me want to watch it again and upon finding it again realising it had been given another season. Not to mention how fun the fight was, I have many positive associations with this song which only helps it's excellent everything else.

4 - Splitter Girl by weevildoing

One of the two (original not covered) The Post Traumatic Manifesto songs that are on Spotify, I love this song. Took a while to realise how deeply I relate to it. The actual song though is really good, which is what gave me the opportunity to love it. I nearly have the words memorised, except for the part where the vocaloid voice becomes really indecipherable.

5 - I want you to know that I'm awake/I hope that you're asleep by Car Seat Headrest

This song feels autism coded to me. Or bpd coded that can be read in an autistic way. I love the guitar riff near the beginning, which helped me like it enough to listen to the lyrics. Might not be able to relate to the romance bit, but not knowing what you did wrong and being punished for it regardless, too real.

6 - Starjump by Lena Raine

I mean. Is it at all surprising that I also love this song? Beautiful. The scene itself is heart breaking, and the deception of the song going from light and pixel with the exact leitmotif found in Madeline and Theo directly before, which is calm further selling from a musical standpoint that you should be safe, before the more unsettling notes creep in, and then the drums set in as Badeline CLIMBS OUT OF THE TEXT BOX?? beautiful.

7 - Gorgon (feat.+初音ミク) by Utsu-P

Was listening to this on repeat to stop myself from screaming up to and during typing #4 before I couldn't keep listening anymore. I can't say I'd ever have expected to hear Hatsune Miku screaming before this song, but wow it works. So well. Feels impactful and strong in an ancient evil boss fight kind of way.

8 - Beach-Life-In-Death by Car Seat Headrest

Less relatable than the other csh song listed, but it's catchy, consistently good, and gives the feeling of being admired, and hope that someone does or will feel comforted by your attention and presence. Definitely a good song.

9 - Worldwid3 by femtanyl

Catchy, fast, definitely took me a while to like but it's clearly one of my favourites now. Only downside is that I follow along the words in my head and it has the n-word in which I feel bad for saying even if it's in my head so I've started intentionally completely blanking my head at that bit so I'm not thinking it when it says it, but it's a bloody good song

10 - Lessons in Gravity by Karl Flodin

Despite not finishing Haste, and having absolutely no idea where this song is in it, I found it in a 'Haste all songs' YouTube video and I've loved it ever since. It's so goofy sounding. It's bouncy in such a fun way, incredible.

Would highly recommend every single one of these <3333

Tagging people, but you don't have to it's just for fun: @sp1derc1der @unamusedyams @basil-from-omori (I do not know many people soz)

omg @suosage ty sm for the tag...

top 10 songs atm / top 10 songs on repeat (listed in no particular order cause im indecisive)

paratise from alien stage (sung by park byeong hoon). i love ivan sm & am a little bit of a toxic bitch myself (im open about that!) so its quite obvious id like this song. recently ive been sooo into it again.

story of isaac by leonard cohen. someone i knew once called it an insane piece of poetry and Yeah... go listen to it right now its A Lot.

a better place, a better time by streetlight manifesto. [said with tears in my eyes] ska punk forever..............

five years by bowie. i cant listen to this song cause it makes me stare at the wall with a completely vacant gaze for 20 to 30 minutes at a time. its really good.

karma from alien stage (sung by C!naH and rubyeye). alien stage was good! the finale was good!

faust by metro. fun fact i translated the whole ep this song is on (titled stella) on a whim cause i just Liked It So Much & didnt know what else to do about it (if any non polish followers wanna listen to either this song or the rest of stella i could post the translations i suppose? if theres any interest for that whatsoever?)

life on mars? by bowie. i dont have much to say here its just a really good song.

blue velvet by myslovitz. obikaka kamui sextape soundtrack.

miserable lie by the smiths. i like morrisseys vocals in it! theyre fun!

heel turn 2 by the mountain goats. this song keeps coming back to me over and over. it means a lot to me for (numerous) personal reasons And it reminds me of like . so many fictional characters (crazy yuri beletsky x kunigami rensuke yaoislop when... why wont ferry collab with blue lock)

tagging @bueris @cuntbrianslade @krakrac @eattheschoolboy @normalcei @agnesandhilda . no pressure though obviously

[spacetrashpile]

DEICIDE: THE ACT OF KILLING A GOD OR GODS, KNOWN OR UNKNOWN, ACCIDENTAL OR DELIBERATE

i finished the entire dragon age series last week and immediately had the clear as day vision for this video, and now it is real. yay!

[airborneinfantry]

Eugene Sledge & Sidney "Sid" Phillips in THE PACIFIC (2010)

[wyvernity]

sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH

bonus

[alpacacare-archive]

hey guys is anybody here. hello

@smarties-art

[freakinator]

devotionduo so codependent that when they try to be less so they end up hurting each other what if i kms

[starflungwaddledee]

Oooo starstruck dee has little stars at the bottom of her feet! Are they just aesthetic or would they make imprints into the ground? (like pawprints)

exactly like that! though she's not the only one...

edit: might need to add some additional dialogue to this to make it more clear, but a clarification in the interim; he knows about his own footprints. he's just surprised to see something similar already there when he knows he's only just landed. he lifts his own shoe to confirm that they're not identical (and also to reveal this to the viewer). seems his stoicism beat off the clarity in this one, sorry 😭

[the-real-couchrat]

A new chapter of ‘Transdimensional Arc!! Alcor Finds a Ford’ (by @random-dragons-interest-hoarde) came out recently, and I just had to draw the delphinidae dimension residents!

The orca (named Graham) was described as having lots of scars, but I don’t actually know how or where his humanoid self got them, so I just gave him rake marks. (Rake marks are just a fancy name for the scars orcas get from each other)

I Drew some Dolphin!Alcor as well, even though he probably doesn’t exist in this dimension, because I love him and we got his canonical dolphin species confirmed by Stan (who’s name I changed a bit to be more dolphin-y)

Closeups and notes below

I tried to replicate Graham’s wing(?) pattern things on his fins, and his horns(?) on his eye markings, but I’m not so sure how well it turned out. I also tried to replicate Liam’s tattoos from ‘Once Again, Again’ (by @vallis-cineris---wanderer) because I have many theories of how he exists in that world (this will be a separate post once I get my thoughts together). Funnily enough, this is the first fanart of Liam I’ve ever made.

Also some closeups of Fiddleford McBucket, because despite saying I wouldn’t draw him, I did and love how it turned out!

Quick tangent but I’d like to give a thank you/shoutout to Dragon’s Hoard for writing dolphins in a positive light. Recently, dolphins have been getting a terrible rep, and it’s gotten old. There’s duality in anything intelligent, and dolphins s are some of the most intelligent creatures around. Even then, they’re just animals acting on instinct, and we shouldn’t hold them to the same standards we hold humans to.

[hers-underwraps]

Just wanted to make a post to say that I don't plan on being active in this fandom anymore.

I started posting in this fandom because I saw a problem, and I wanted to fix that. There was a severe underappreciation and negligence towards certain characters and aspects of the show which seemed unjust to leave untouched. I wanted people to full appreciate everything this show had offered and what it meant to me. I really wanted change.

However, as time went on, the more I stayed, the more I realised that was just wishful thinking. These days, I swear I'm just screaming at a brick wall. I'm trying petition for certain characters/AnB, and people simply do not care. Although I guess that was foolish on my part because I'm trying to change a group of people who are effectively incapable of it. Change is a good thing, and if that's something people in this fandom are unable to do, then I don't want to be part of it.

Hatred was a problem in this fandom when I came into the fandom, and it still is now. People taking things that other people put genuine time and passion into and using it in inappropriate ways that OBVIOUSLY don't sit right with the creators was a problem then and still is now. People destroying the love of this show for others was a problem then and is still a problem now. This fandom only caters to certain type of fans, and judging by the cycle, I really do not think it has the capacity to change.

I'll still answer Octonauts-related asks, and I might post a whim-of-the-moment thing when I feel like it, but I don't want to dedicate any more time and energy to this fandom because it's genuinely become joyless.

I'd prefer to just protect my peace.

-> AJ