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coffee-and-geto · 4 months ago

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“WILL MY EXQUISITE MORTAL LET ME BE HER FIRST BITE?”

“I can’t give you an Edward Cullen but I can be the vampire of your fantasies. So will you accept me, my love?”

pairing: vampire! suguru geto x f!reader | kinkoctober m.list

summary: it is at tokyo university, during a foggy month of october, with a soft, chilling rain falling drearily, that autumn gloomily settles over all the students. you are a biology student — a true passion for you. but aside from the precious time you spend with your eye glued to a microscope, observing cells, your nightly dreams of a noble vampire whisking you away from this life to spiral with you in a bewitching dance — much like edward cullen would — seem to be coming true. especially when your new lab partner, suguru geto, appears to be anything but one of the common folk…

warnings: +18 MDNI, smut, nsfw, AU no curses, suguru and reader are students in biology, some scenes are inspired from the volume 1 of the twilight saga, dark academia vibes (kinda), fall mood, slight angst, gojo and choso makes an appearance, gojo is also a vampire, friends to lovers, suguru is a gentleman, human/vampire relationship, nightmare, mention of alcohol (it’s beer), blood sucking, handjob (m! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), cowgirl, overstimulation, sex (p in v), oral (f + m), blood kink (well, i think so...), voice kink.

wc: 10,759 (i’ve missed writing long fics haha)

A mortal life can be so dull, can’t it?

While vampires, they get to live eternally, without worrying about time or dying. Not only are they blessed with breathtaking beauty, but they’re also quick, with vision sharper than an eagle’s, and they remember forever what they read.

That would come in handy for many, wouldn’t it, dear reader?

Or maybe, having a vampire boyfriend, like in books and series? Is it always asking for too much…

“You’re reading Twilight?”

The question, almost whispered near your temple, makes you jump on the bench in the lecture hall where you’re sitting, and you nearly drop Volume 1 of your favorite vampire saga. His breath is icy, enough to send a chill of goosebumps over the entirety of your skin. At least, October’s biting wind has a rival…

You quickly look up at a student around your age, who sits in the seat next to you, a smirk stretching across his perfectly thin lips. The beauty of this stranger becomes blinding.

Is such supernatural beauty even allowed?

With long strands of black hair brushing his shoulders, alabaster skin, deep obsidian eyes, and a physique perfectly balanced between lean and muscular, your mouth falls open in indiscreet amazement. And he has probably noticed, as the corner of his mouth stretches even further.

He knows he’s beautiful. Is he using it to his advantage? You half hope he is.

“Yes,” you answer simply, your eyes still fixed on him as he pulls out his things. “You recognized it?”

He raises an amused eyebrow. “A classic of vampire literature, isn’t it? How could I not?”

His remark warms your heart in a strange way. “Oh, I don’t know. I rarely meet guys who’ve read the same books as me.” Your gaze drifts over the lower rows of the lecture hall. “I expected you to bring up the movies.”

“I did watch the movies, but I read the books first. You know what they say about that.” His velvety tone draws your attention, and surprisingly, his gaze remains fixed on you.

There’s this light that animates his irises — like a smile.

“Is that why you took biology classes?” he continues, breaking your silence. You furrow your brows. “I mean, it’s the place where Bella and Edward first meet, right?” He chuckles at your still-confused expression. “In a biology class,” he clarifies.

And he laughs when the lightbulb in your mind finally goes on.

His laugh is so soft, almost musical and enchanting. A lullaby that pleasantly tickles your ears, drawing you in.

“So, you like vampire stories? Perfect for October,” he adds.

You study the flawless features of his face and almost forget to answer him. “Uh, yes. It’s one of the first romances I read when I was young. I reread it every year, like a tradition.”

“Oh, then I’m dealing with a real fan! Maybe you’re waiting for your vampire?” His teasing tone stings, making your cheeks blush adorably.

“What? No, I never said that!” you protest.

Once again, he bursts out laughing, this time so openly that you can see all his perfectly aligned white teeth — one detail you can’t ignore.

His canines are slightly sharper than average. They have their charm, certainly, but that doesn’t stop the strange feeling that there’s nothing ordinary about him.

No, you’re not delusional enough to think he could actually be a vampire (that only happens in books, come on!), but still, why not imagine it? His beauty, however, remains anything but normal.

In the end, as you join in his contagious laughter, you can’t help but think that maybe this new October will be a little more special than the previous ones and a little less lonely.

~~~~

By the end of the day, you at least managed to get a name — Suguru Geto.

Does a man who monopolizes your attention also have to be blessed with such a lovely name?

“Nice day, isn’t it?”

The familiar tone tickles your ears the next day, but you don’t look up right away, preferring to wait for him to set down his things and prepare himself, just as you are, for the practical biology class (the one that usually takes place in the lab).

You lift your nose from yesterday’s book and glance at the window, where a thin stream of sunlight slips through the glass to warm the surface of the floor. “It’s rare for October,” you comment nonchalantly.

“Don’t sound too excited,” he replies sarcastically, quickly slipping on his white lab coat. His long strands of black hair brush against the pristine white fabric with elegance. “You don’t like the sun?” A mischievous smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as it twitches slightly.

“And you like it?” you retort, knotting your brows as your eyes rise to meet his.

“I hate it.”

You blink. “Didn’t you say it was a nice day?”

“I asked you if it was.” He chuckles softly. “If you’d breathe in something other than moldy paper…” He gestures at the yellowed pages of your book.

“Show some respect for my book.” You close it sharply and give Suguru’s shoulder a playful shove that barely registers, as if his muscles were made of stone.

“Good morning, class.” The voice of your professor cuts through just as you’re about to make a comment about it, and you quickly store your book in your bag.

For this biology class, a rather simple and classic experiment needs to be carried out in pairs using a microscope — a blood type test (ABO/Rh). Something fairly standard and easy to do. It reminds you of a scene from the first volume of the Twilight saga, and to say that you’re holding back from a mini-celebration would be an understatement, as everything seems perfect.

During the procedural steps of the experiment, you notice Suguru watching you, sitting on his wooden stool as you bring the needle close to the tip of your finger. “Aren’t you going to prick yourself?” you can’t help but ask.

Suguru shakes his head, swallowing. “I have a hard time with… blood.” He inhales and exhales lightly, as though something constricts him in his attempts.

“Oh, really?” You raise your eyebrows in surprise. “Are you hemophobic?”

“Let’s… go with that,” he replies, his tone almost so dry and flat that you wonder where his cheerfulness from earlier has gone.

“So, you’re not really phobic?” you press, which elicits a small sigh from him that you notice despite its subtlety.

“It’s complicated to explain,” he says, his gaze lowering to the lab table legs. “I’ll just do the experiment with you.”

“But it’s graded,” you murmur. “Wouldn’t you rather we—”

“I know. The professor is aware, don’t worry,” he assures you through clenched teeth, scooting his chair back slightly from you and clearing his throat to stifle the metallic sound of the chair legs scraping the floor.

Of course, this doesn’t escape your notice. You even have half a mind to ask if he’s okay, but he cuts you off right before you can, making you almost want to shake him. “I’ll help you analyze your blood type; just let me know when to add the anti-A drops and—”

But before he finishes, you’ve already pricked your finger, and a large drop of blood is forming. The reddish liquid rolls down your fingertip like a tear, and you quickly place drops on the microscope slides.

Suguru stands up abruptly, and for a second, you think he’s going to rush over to draw some drops for the test, but he grabs his things instead and bolts out of the lab without a word.

In the room, no one — neither students nor the professor — seems to pay any attention to him.

You’re the only one left frozen, with drops of blood still trickling down your hand.

Wait, what just happened?

~~~~

During the rest of the week that follows, Suguru doesn’t show up to any classes. Not even the biology ones.

Confusion continues to hang around you, almost preventing you from enjoying a good night's sleep. He who seemed so charming and welcoming at first now seems to have pulled away all of a sudden.

Did you upset him by biting him without warning? He probably didn’t like that, but wasn’t it him who was behaving so strangely? It’s almost like he has bipolar behavior.

Sitting at the base of a solitary tree in your university courtyard, you’ve settled in to enjoy the grayish weather and the beauty of the autumn leaves swirling down onto the green grass by the pathways.

What perfect weather to study.

Fine raindrops fall here and there, but nothing to damage your belongings, or perhaps just enough to help you forget your sad heart. Of course, you barely know Suguru. He’s a student as ordinary as a gemstone in a river of pebbles. As normal as the beauty of a model and that of the one who foolishly stole your heart in less than 2000 words (you’re about there, dear reader). You’re just a fool. He doesn’t represent much aside from being beautiful.

And potentially liking what you read.

And maybe you’re also disappointed at the thought of having believed in a friend (a rare one, because yes, you certainly don’t have any).

And the possibility of spending the best season in the company of someone who might appreciate the same autumnal atmosphere as you.

The cold wind blows, sweeping your hair from your face over your shoulder, doing the same with a few pages of the textbook lying on the grass. You hold your copy of the Twilight saga close, the only thing that still connects you to Suguru, who has been missing for almost a week.

Too bad…

~~~~

The following week, to your surprise, as you take your usual seat in the biology lecture hall in the early morning, Suguru Geto quickly descends the steps and sits on the opposite side of the room.

The moment he walked through the doors, your eyes locked onto him and didn’t waver, but of course, he didn’t glance at you even once. So maybe you can give him the benefit of the doubt — maybe he didn’t see you.

But that doesn’t seem to be enough.

Not when, at the end of the lecture, he walks right past you to leave the room, making it all too obvious that he’s purposely ignoring you. He practically escapes from the lecture hall, walking so quickly that he leaves the crowd of students behind him.

He must be mad at you.

Well, so be it.

That’s what you tell yourself.

What you keep telling yourself.

And you keep repeating it, even as he sits with other students, one girl in particular giggling with him during class. A pang tugs at your heart. The same smile, the same eyes, but now directed at another girl. And even other guys. But it’s even more unbearable when it’s another girl.

Too bad...

So you wait through the following days, secretly hoping he’ll come over to you, but nothing. Then one Friday, just as all hope seems to have evaporated, your biology professor makes an announcement that makes you sincerely want to marry her.

“My dear students, it’s finally time for me to evaluate you on what counts most for me before midterms, and that’s your ability to work on a project, which you’ll hand in after some time,” she announces, her tone lightly enthusiastic, as if giving extra work could raise her salary. “I’ve already paired you up, with each group working on a different topic. The pairs and topics are already posted on the list I’ve sent to your emails via the course Canvas page.”

Within seconds, everyone in the lecture hall has their eyes glued to their phones, checking who their partner is. Cheers echo around you, with some students celebrating their familiar partners, while others are less pleased.

In your case, it’s your jaw that does the work, practically hitting the floor.

Your name right there, alongside his — Suguru Geto.

He’s the first person you look for, and you can’t deny a slight thrill of satisfaction.

Lower down in the hall, Suguru sits frozen, holding his phone, his shoulders tensed, likely processing the news about his partner. He shifts slightly after a few moments, and you can predict his movements with surprising clarity. The instant he begins to turn in what seems like your direction, you quickly avert your gaze, avoiding any — direct or indirect — confrontation with him.

The bell finally rings, and the students start packing up, barely listening to your biology professor’s reminders about the project’s due date.

You don’t linger either, hastily grabbing your bag, stuffing in your laptop and other things, eager to escape the room and avoid crossing paths with Suguru.

Just as you reach the middle of the courtyard, where rain pours down in relentless sheets, your name is called out despite the strong wind biting at your cheeks and bending nearby trees. The rain falls harder by the second, driving most students to seek refuge indoors, away from the dark gray sky and the downpour increasing in force and volume.

Despite the fierce wind and unending rain, your name is called out a second time as panic seizes you. A conflict arises within you. It’s Suguru’s voice ringing out miraculously above the “storm,” yet you still need to find shelter.

You keep walking, determined not to turn back. Your clothes are soaked, your skin chilled to the bone, and your hair plastered to your face. But no, you won’t turn back.

This time, your name is called so loudly and from so close that you startle, your previously squinting eyes now wide open. “Are you crazy? It’s pouring like a storm!” Suguru exclaims, wrapping his hand around your wrist to pull you toward the empty gazebo to shelter you both. You protest, pulling your wrist back in vain, but you have to admit it: Suguru’s grip is as solid as stone.

Both of you, soaked to the bone, stand under the gazebo as Suguru wrings out his jet-black hair, then immediately turns to face your shivering form. "Are you okay?" he murmurs softly, just as thunder rumbles in the distance. But it’s easy to read his lips.

You nod, averting your gaze. “What do you want?”

Suguru furrows his brows. “Originally, to talk about the project. But at this point, to keep you from throwing yourself at the storm!”

His words are so sarcastic that the two of you end up staring stupidly into each other’s wide, rain-dampened eyes, as droplets patter against the gazebo roof.

Then you both burst out laughing.

It doesn’t take long before you’re doubled over, tears welling up as laughter fills the air. The deep breaths and cold, ragged gasps that freeze your lungs mean nothing compared to this absurdly amusing moment.

When the laughter finally subsides and you’ve caught your breath, Suguru clears his throat. “Anyway, can I ask why you decided to challenge this storm when I was calling out to you?”

“Ask yourself,” you retort, the laughter vanishing from your face. “Weren’t you the one who left me mid-experiment and has been ignoring me ever since?” You pause, trying to keep your growing feelings hidden, as warmth rises to your cheeks. To cover it, you add, “And besides, I don’t owe you anything. You told me you’d arranged things with the professor.”

Suguru blinks twice in quick succession. “Did… that hurt you?”

You frown. “What? No, we barely know each other. That’s not what—”

He murmurs your name as a gentle warning, sending a shiver down your spine, then takes a step closer, closing the distance between you. “Answer me. Did it hurt you?”

You purse your lips, feeling embarrassed, but remain in stubborn silence.

Suguru sighs, then lowers his head toward you until his forehead rests gently on your shoulder. “Forgive me.”

“...What?”

“Forgive me,” he repeats. “I understand my mistake. I knew that leaving without an explanation would hurt you. But I didn’t think it would be even worse if I didn’t come to talk to you afterward. I thought… maybe you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours, and you’re left speechless at his words. “You have every right to be upset with me. It’s not fair.”

Suddenly, a clap of thunder booms, and you flinch in fright. Suguru instinctively places his hands around your elbows.

“Are you okay?”

You swallow, heart pounding. “Yes, I’m fine.” Suguru looks puzzled, his brow furrowing in response. “I mean,” you turn your face away, your cheeks aflame, “let’s just forget it happened. I’m not mad at you. Maybe I should have warned you I was about to prick my finger and—”

“Oh, no, no, no,” Suguru cuts you off softly, a worried crease forming between his brows. “It’s my fault. I wasn’t in the right mindset, and I panicked when I saw the blood. You have nothing to apologize for, please.” He uses the quiet moment to tuck a stray lock of hair that had fallen near your eyes behind your ear. “So… do you forgive me?”

Your eyes meet his again, and the warmth in them nearly overwhelms you. “...Yes.”

“Perfect. Thank you,” he whispers, grateful. Another silence lingers as he slowly releases his hold on your elbows. “So… are you up for the project?”

“As long as it doesn’t involve any more real blood,” you reply with a shy, half-smile.

“Promise, no more blood,” Suguru assures you, chuckling softly.

~~~~

“It’s actually pretty convenient.”

“Yeah, well, maybe not for our hands,” Suguru grumbles, grabbing a paper towel to wipe his fingers now stained red from the strawberry juice that’s seeped out.

“I actually like it,” you mumble, chewing on a strawberry used for your DNA extraction analysis — the topic of your shared project.

All of it comes from a strawberry, considering Suguru wasn’t keen on using mouth swabs, which was understandable.

“You’ve got juice all around your mouth,” he chuckles, amused by your bewildered and almost endearing expression. “Need some help?” He reaches out and gently wipes a red stain from the corner of your lips with his thumb.

You murmur a quick thank you, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly as he wipes his thumb with a tissue, then casually tucks it away in his pocket. With a quick glance at the clock on your living room wall, he comments, “You haven’t eaten dinner.”

“You mean we haven’t,” you correct him.

“No, I mean you haven’t,” he insists with that familiar little smirk. “And I’m suggesting we go out to eat.” He gets up from his chair in a fluid motion, heading toward the exit without waiting for a reply.

As he had intended, you soon find yourself seated at a cozy, discreet restaurant with soft, dim lighting. Suguru sits across from you, arms crossed over his chest, his torso leaning forward slightly.

“So? Did you decide?” he murmurs softly, a stray lock of his raven-black hair brushing his cheek, its tip just grazing his lips.

“Yes, I’ll go with this,” you show him, just as the server arrives to take your order with a polite smile. “What about you?”

“You didn’t choose a drink.”

“Oh, um, a Coke,” you reply, a bit caught off guard.

“Make that two Cokes, please,” he tells the server, who nods and leaves quietly. Suguru turns back to you. “I already paid the bill,” he adds as you open your mouth to speak.

“But you didn’t even know the price of what I’d order,” you protest, frowning.

“I left a tip just in case.” He grins.

Moments later, despite your ongoing complaints about his overly chivalrous gesture, the server places a steaming hot dish in front of you.

“Suguru…” you sigh.

“Eat,” he responds with his ever-present smirk, nudging the plate closer.

Seeing no other choice, you stab a piece of vegetable with your fork, chewing it with an exasperated pout.

Suguru’s grin widens until it reveals perfectly straight, white teeth, with canines just a bit sharper than average. If you let your imagination go, who wouldn’t think of a vampire? But you keep that thought to yourself and blink at Suguru, whose grin soon turns to laughter.

“What?” you ask, mouth still full.

“You look like an angry little chipmunk,” he laughs, covering his face with his hands to muffle his uncontrollable laughter as you swallow. His laugh is so warm, harmonious, and comforting that you can’t help but giggle along, wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

“Stop,” you try to grumble, but the attempt only sharpens Suguru’s laugh, and soon both of you are swept up in uncontrollable laughter.

An hour later, you’ve finished your meal and your Coke — and even Suguru’s, who insisted he wasn’t hungry. It seemed odd, but his sincere smile reassured you. So you didn’t question it and asked him to wait outside while you made a quick stop in the restroom.

As you step out of the ladies’ room, two unfamiliar men block your way, stopping you from making a quick exit. You sigh discreetly, hesitant to say you’re in a hurry.

“Well, hey there, cutie,” growls one, a short, stocky guy.

“We saw you heading to the restroom all alone, thought you looked pretty cute,” adds his taller, leaner friend. “So if you’re interested, wanna spend the evening with us?”

Is this really Wario and Waluigi standing in front of you?

You swallow nervously. “Oh, sorry, I’m waiting for someone, so that won’t be possible,” you say politely, forcing a smile.

“Oh yeah? Who’s that?”

“My…” You search for the right words, even though the answer is obvious. “Friend.”

“Your friend?” the shorter man presses. “Maybe we could help you find him, huh? We’ve even got a nice car to take you in.” His smile reveals teeth stained dark by tobacco, sending a shiver of dread down your spine.

“I can find my own way, but thanks for the offer,” you say, taking a few steps to slip between the two men. “Have a good even—”

“Hold on there, not so fast!” the lean man cuts you off, any hint of friendliness gone in an instant. “Who said you could leave?”

The shorter man clicks his tongue in agreement, narrowing his eyes dangerously as your heartbeat races faster with panic. “Yeah! We need some company tonight, so you’re either coming with us, or else—”

“Or else what?”

Suguru’s hands rest firmly on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Suguru, you—” Just turning halfway and looking up, you recognize his unforgettable form, and your heart nearly stops.

“You okay, princess?” Suguru murmurs, his neck bent so close to your shoulder that he could practically nibble your neck or playfully bite your ear. One small nod from you is all he needs before he carefully releases you and positions his body as a shield between you and the two men.

Even from behind him, you can feel his chilling smile.

“Gentlemen, shall we continue this conversation outside?”

“Phew!” Suguru exhales, brushing off his hands as you both leave the restaurant ten minutes later.

“W-What happened to those two guys?” you can’t help but ask, trying not to shiver in the biting cold that hits you the second you step outside.

“Nothing special,” he answers vaguely, smoothly slipping off his sleek black leather jacket and draping it over your shoulders. It’s cold to the touch. “Put it on—I don’t want you catching a chill.” His minty breath brushes against your cheek.

“No need, really. It’s already very kind of you to—”

“Don’t thank me, alright?” Suguru opens the passenger side door of your car, gesturing for you to get in. And before you can protest, he hushes you. “Nope, I’m driving tonight.”

“Aren’t you overdoing the chivalry thing?” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest as you settle into the passenger seat while Suguru rests his hands on the wheel.

“Better too much than too little, right? You complaining, or am I imagining things?” he chuckles, and you sigh, rubbing your arms against the cold that his jacket doesn’t quite keep out. “You’re cold?”

You nod slightly, and he reaches for the heat controls at the same time you do, and for an instant, your hands brush against each other.

And a strange, unpleasant feeling washes over you.

Suguru pulls his hand back, looking tense and stiff, his gaze fixed intently on the road. You turn the heat up by yourself and sink into your seat.

“Your… hand’s freezing,” you murmur, daring only to glance at him with your eyes, not turning your head fully. “Are you sure you don’t want to take your jacket back?” He doesn’t answer.

The rest of the drive passes in silence, and you can’t shake the question of how a simple brush of hands turned the atmosphere so awkward. It feels as if the air has thickened, like molasses, making each breath slightly difficult.

Once you arrive in front of your house, you both step out of the car, and Suguru hands you your keys as you do.

“I’ll walk you to your door,” he murmurs, matching his pace to yours.

You don’t respond, pulling your house keys out, but you don’t pay attention to the porch steps and stumble. In the next second, you blink.

You didn’t fall.

Two strong arms, heavy and solid as iron, hold you firmly in place.

“You alright?” Suguru’s eyes are fixed on yours, his face far too close, so close that all it would take is for you to lean forward to kiss him.

“Y-Yeah, thanks,” you stammer, taken by surprise.

He steadies you back on your feet, his hand lingering around your waist to make sure you don’t stumble again.

Made of stone.

Suguru steps back, creating a respectable distance, while you fumble with your keys, your hands trembling slightly as you slip one into the lock.

“See you Monday?” you whisper, as though the night amplifies your voice.

“Monday, yes,” Suguru replies with a nod that seems almost… robotic.

~~~~

Two weeks later, neither of you had brought up any details about what happened — whether it was about the two men at the restaurant, Suguru’s icy hands, or his iron-like grip (and at this point, calling it iron was putting it mildly).

Now that you’re friends, it didn’t take long before you both started spending most of your free time together during the week — at the library, in the university courtyard, and sometimes even at cafés.

Your weekends often revolved around working on the DNA extraction project with strawberries, even though using cheek cells seemed more and more tempting. Why? Well, it fit perfectly into the human biology lessons in your course — even if the strawberries did the trick.

Naturally, you started learning more about each other — hobbies, music tastes — and, of course, books.

If there was anything that held you back from finding Suguru’s behavior odd at times, it was that day he sat beside you after a Sunday you’d spent chatting the whole afternoon away about your favorite books without making any progress on your biology project.

From Anne of Green Gables to Twilight, Dracula, Wuthering Heights, or Kafka’s works (Letters to Milena in particular), Suguru had brought every single copy he’d bought that Sunday evening and read them all overnight — something you’d thought impossible to read in such a short time, but Suguru assured you he reads very quickly.

So you believed him.

How could you not, when he found the best way to make your heart race by reading what you loved and showing up ready to discuss it all with you?

If that was his intent, then Suguru was indeed every bit the gentleman he thought himself to be.

“By the way, there’s a frat party happening soon. Are you going to come?” Suguru asks, his head bent over a DNA Ethics Guide textbook.

You’re both in the university library, as silent as a vampire’s heart. Ah, now you’re a poet?

You stop rummaging through your pencil case and glance up at him. “I don’t really know anyone, so—”

“Well, I do, so are you coming?”

You laugh nervously. “No, I don’t want to just crash the party; it’ll be awkward and—”

“I’ll be there, so it won’t be crashing,” Suguru insists, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looks up at you.

The sight takes your breath away.

“Will you let me finish my sentences, for goodness’ sake?” you retort, your cheeks flushing. You lower your eyes to your pencil case to avoid responding.

But his hand finds yours, intertwining his fingers with yours to stop your movements. Your heart, already racing, skips a beat. “Come on, please? It’s not like I’m asking for a lot of favors.”

This time, it’s your whole body temperature that spikes — so much so that your hand, tangled with Suguru’s, becomes a little sweaty, and you gently pull it back toward you.

“I… I’ll think about it, okay?” you mumble, quickly rummaging to find your white-out for no reason and then using it on… absolutely nothing, really.

Because now you’ve forgotten what you were even looking for in your pencil case.

~~~~

“What about seven minutes in heaven?” Satoru Gojo proposes, a student with albino hair and cerulean blue eyes half-hidden behind useless round sunglasses, sporting a mischievous smirk.

“You suggest this every time!” Choso Kamo protests, the emo boy dressed in punk-style clothing, with messy black pigtails. He scrunches his nose in disapproval.

“But it’s the best,” Satoru counters.

The music blasts in every corner of the house where the frat party is taking place. Pink, blue, and fuchsia neon lights color the atmosphere, transforming every hue.

In one corner of the house, a circle has formed with Suguru’s friends. You all sit cross-legged, a few drinks nearby for refreshment, and you can’t help but think it’s one of the best ideas proposed since the beginning.

You’ve stuck close to Suguru since your arrival, which he couldn’t help but tease you about, provoking a blush that no one could see thanks to the neon lights. Plus, he kindly introduced you to his friends, all lovely and inclusive, never leaving you out. But if there was one goat — an animal very representative of him, by the way — among this flock of sheep, it was Satoru.

Outgoing by nature and quick to embrace any event that sparks even the slightest interest, he was the first to take you under his wing — all while Suguru watched cautiously — and show you everything you’d never dared to do at a party.

“What do you think of it, sweetheart?” Satoru whispers as the others debate the topic on their side (some for, others against).

You jump slightly, still not used to him addressing you with such open flirtation. “Um…” You clear your throat, squirming a little in your position. “I’ve heard of it, but what is it exactly?”

“You don’t know? Awww.” He leans in closer so that his lips reach your ear. “The goal of this game is to be locked in a room for seven minutes — a bedroom, a closet, whatever — and you can do whatever you want with the person who’s in there with you.” His breath is as cool as Suguru’s, and when Satoru pulls back, his face remains close to yours. His pale complexion reflects like an entity never seen before. “Clearer now, sweetheart?”

You swallow hard, nodding slowly. “And when you say they can do whatever they want… what does that include? Generally speaking, I mean,” you inquire, sensing a weighty gaze upon you but not knowing where it’s coming from.

Satoru closes the distance between you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Well, let’s just say most people kiss, sometimes make out,” Satoru confesses with a sly smile. His scent is as intoxicating as Suguru’s — just like his stone-like embrace. Satoru’s skin — especially his exposed forearms — feels like it’s at the same temperature as the ocean, yet it’s as if a warmth radiates from him regardless. “But…” he brings his lips close to your temple, making you shiver as your eyes scan around, briefly locking with Suguru’s intense gaze on you, “some people find time to go further, if you catch my drift.”

You choke on your own saliva at that moment, and Satoru bursts out laughing.

A few minutes later, a duo emerges from a broom closet, giggling like tipsy people, returning to the circle amid cheers from the others.

Satoru replaces the empty glass beer bottle to spin it in the center, pointing at his next victim — if you could say it like that, since you don’t seem very excited about the game.

And despite that, the wicked bottle stops, pointing its neck at you.

Goddamn it.

A knowing smile spreads across Satoru’s face — he glances mischievously in your direction before spinning the bottle again and quickly sitting back down.

With every turn, the speed used to spin it feels like this simple bottle holds a sentence. Your fate for the next seven minutes.

When it finally slows down and stops, to your greatest…

Relief?

… it points at Suguru.

Satoru pouts a little in disappointment and stands up along with both of you to escort you to the closet, amid cheers of encouragement from the group.

Suguru catches up with a few quick strides, just to whisper to you, “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable, okay? Just let me know because—”

Satoru cuts him off by shoving you tightly into the narrow broom closet and locking you inside. “And… the countdown begins!” he announces from the other side, his indistinct footsteps fading away.

The air is almost suffocating, the darkness plunging you into an atmosphere anything but reassuring, and especially the impossible closeness between you and Suguru becomes just unbearable.

Your breaths mingle, and when you try to shift positions, your chest brushes against Suguru’s, causing him to clench his jaw. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s… Let’s just say I’m not quite sure what to do here,” you admit, lifting your eyes to him, and God, he could devour you at that moment, the faint light at your feet bringing a tiny spark to your lost doe-like eyes.

“The others will get annoying if we don’t do anything,” Suguru huffs, rolling his eyes before shaking his head. “I guess Satoru explained it to you? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, okay?” he insists, his tone soft and patient. He closes his eyes for a moment and inhales slightly.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, but I’m a little embarrassed,” you murmur. Then, those previous words start to tease you. “Would it bother you to do something?” you ask nonetheless.

“No, not really,” Suguru chuckles, his perfect teeth glimmering slightly in the darkness. “But we can pretend if you prefer.”

“Pretend?”

“Yeah, just…” Suddenly, he gently takes your wrists and presses them against the wooden wall of the closet, leaning toward your neck, “...pretend.”

You bite your lip to suppress any sound, but you desperately want to make one right now.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers just below your ear, near your pulse.

Your breathing has quickened, matching the beats of your heart, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “No.”

His lips descend to your neck, brushing against your skin, his breath caressing you to the point that you’re on the verge of breaking.

“S-Suguru…”

“Hmm?” He hums, slightly opening his mouth to let his teeth graze just above your trapezius. “Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head, unable to speak, as if two hands were preventing you by squeezing you in the sweetest way.

That’s when he starts placing butterfly kisses on your neck and shoulders, as light as they are burning despite the icy temperature of his lips against your volcanic skin. “You have such soft, tender skin, princess,” Suguru murmurs in a breathy whisper, continuing his feather-light kisses that unintentionally make you emit a small hum revealing your inner turmoil. He chuckles softly, the sound so pleasant that it sends a pulse through your core. “If I were a vampire, I would have devoured you by now,” he teases ironically.

You freeze. “Suguru?” you whisper, your brows slightly furrowed.

“Princess?” he replies in the same tone, his lips moving down to your collarbone, dotting it with sweet, intoxicating kisses.

Unable to resist the temptation, Suguru discreetly slips out his tongue and licks a strip of your bare skin, which begins to unravel you — your mouth unable to hold back an adorable moan that drives Suguru wild.

His canines painfully extend from their gums, their tips so close to your soft, warm flesh, filled with blood he has never craved so much, but he knows he cannot. Yet it’s almost impossible for him to resist, not when your little rapid breaths tickle his shoulder, when you seem so small and vulnerable in his arms, and when your pulse races to the point that his ultra-developed hearing cannot ignore it as it usually does. So what is he to do? He inches closer and closer, his canines just millimeters away from sinking into your neck—

“Seven minutes are up!” Satoru announces as he inserts the key into the lock — just enough time for you both to pull away from each other and for Suguru’s painful canines to retreat back into his gums.

Your face has never been so warm in your life.

~~~~

That evening, after returning home without any issues, you collapsed onto your bed, alone, faced with the only thoughts occupying your mind — Suguru Geto.

Oh Lord.

If he hadn’t been real, this man would have been your fantasy day and night.

But after what happened in that infamous broom closet, you can no longer see Suguru the same way.

Not after he somehow showed you how he could desire you.

How he could protect you.

Your thoughts become tangled, and you can no longer distinguish what your brain imagines and what it remembers.

Between the two strange men in the restaurant who suddenly assaulted you and the feeling that everything spins like a black spiral, blinding you, or the man who faces you in the dark corridor of what seems to be a gothic mansion.

He extends his hand, and you step forward to take it. It’s pale, cold, and as hard as stone. It pulls you toward him, drawing you against him, his smooth white mask waiting to be removed.

So that’s what you do, your hands gently pulling at the mask to reveal what lies behind, but the face that emerges makes you want to scream.

Suguru’s head faces you, his canines protruding and stained with blood, along with the contours of his mouth.

You try to scream, to flee, to do anything, but your body seems no longer willing to respond to your brain, as if paralyzed — and Suguru only leans closer to sink his fangs into the soft, warm flesh of your neck before—

You wake up with a start, sitting halfway up in your bed, your body slick with cold sweat and your panicked eyes searching for Suguru as if it were a vital need.

It may sound crazy, but you need him.

You have to check.

~~~~

“Do you prefer scrambled, fried, or omelet eggs?”

In Suguru’s kitchen — decorated in a rather modern style with black and white furniture, but with a touch of vintage or gothic (anyway, you weren’t good at decorating, so whatever) — the smell of heating oil fills the air, eliciting a growl from your stomach.

“Scrambled, but well-cooked,” you reply as he hums and grabs three eggs to crack over the heated pan.

While his back is turned, you rise as casually as possible, trying not to look too suspicious as you pretend to peek at what he’s cooking. Suguru glances sideways at you but smiles slightly, tucking a rebellious strand of your hair behind your ear.

Since then, you haven’t talked about the frat party at all, as if nothing had happened, in fact. At least from Suguru’s side.

From your side, you can’t forget how he planted kisses on your neck, how he licked your collarbone until you moaned, and you realize that if he had continued without interruption, you would have surely agreed to go further, just as Satoru had mentioned.

You stop drifting into your thoughts and wrap your hand around the fridge handle, and Suguru turns his head towards you, knitting his brows.

“I want to drink water,” you say, opening the fridge to take a look, expecting to find jars or bottles of blood but…

…nothing.

Now that’s a bit disappointing.

There’s just nothing in Suguru’s fridge, aside from the door leading into its depths.

You turn to him, confused. “Why is your fridge empty?” you ask.

Suguru pauses for a moment before responding, his hands busy finishing your scrambled eggs. “I prefer to order food when I can.” His tone is neutral, neither cold nor dry, just lacking any openness to guess anything, which begins to irritate you.

“Not even water?”

“You ask so many questions,” Suguru sighs, a slight smile on his lips but with no malice.

“I’m just worried that my friend isn’t eating well or that he has an eating disorder,” you lie, your heart racing even more because how is it possible that, aside from the small box of eggs on the counter, he doesn’t even have water? “Do you drink tap water? It’s not very good for your health, you know—”

Suguru adds a pinch of salt to the well-cooked eggs in the pan using a small salt shaker and throws you another sideways glance, but without a smile this time. “Why are you panicking?” he suddenly asks, his voice rough and low.

“What? No, I’m not panicking, I—”

“Then why are your cheeks red? I can even hear your heartbeat racing,” he retorts, and you freeze slightly — because he’s speaking the truth, a truth that only you should be able to utter.

“It’s because of the heat in the kitchen and also because you’re avoiding my questions, Suguru,” you persist. “And what do you mean by ‘hearing’ my heartbeat, huh?”

Now it’s Suguru who looks taken aback. “Stop saying nonsense, you just sound silly. It’s an expression,” he justifies, the expression on his face twisted in a frustration you seem to understand.

He places your eggs on a plate and turns his head away from you. So you muster your courage, and to hell with it if you wet yourself.

“Suguru, I don’t know how to react now,” you admit, your voice low and uncertain. “You act so strangely sometimes that I have questions, but it seems so stupid that I feel like I’m going crazy…” A knot tightens in your throat.

Suguru turns to you, and his slightly harder gaze from a few seconds ago softens. “What are you thinking?” he murmurs, so softly and kindly that you feel he won’t judge you.

“I just… I sometimes feel like…” You look away, stepping back a little. “You don’t act like everyone else and…”

“And…?” Suguru presses, pulling a glass of water from the cupboard.

You feel your face turning as red as it did at the frat party and admit, raising your voice slightly due to uncontrollable embarrassment, “You look like a vampire, seriously!”

A silence follows.

Then Suguru turns to you. “Are you afraid of vampires?” He chuckles, teasing you.

“No, but you’re acting strangely and—”

“And so you think I’m a vampire?” he cuts you off, losing all trace of joy.

And now, he catches you off guard, making you stutter like never before. “No— well, yes, but— not really…”

“Well,” he mumbles, returning to your plate and glass to set them on the kitchen table, “who knows?”

Your complexion turns pale.

“Tell me, princess, if I were really a vampire — not a bad one, but a vampire nonetheless — would you accept me?” Suguru now approaches you quickly, cornering you against the wall behind you as you stupidly step back.

Only your frightened eyes meet his, and his obsidian gaze scrutinizes you. “It all depends on whether you want to kill me or harm me,” you breathe.

“And what if that weren’t my intention as a vampire, that I cherished you like Edward Cullen did with his Bella, hmm?” He takes your wrist to bring it to his lips and smells — but what scent? “That I love you and protect you?”

“You would drink blood… right?”

“Would you let me taste yours?” Suguru’s teeth hold your trembling wrist firmly as they hover just above your tendon, his gaze locked onto yours. “Just a sip, perhaps? It’s harmless.”

“I don’t know, Suguru… Are you a bad vampire?”

“No, darling, I would be the good vampire you would want me to be.” Suguru grins, releasing your wrist to cage you in his arms, his mouth too close to your neck, and his cool breath sending shivers all over your body. “May I?”

Your disoriented arms wrap around him, and you resign yourself to closing your eyes before nodding gently without knowing why.

“Are you sure, princess?” Suguru purrs in your ear. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”

“Go ahead,” you murmur, the blood pounding in your ears and your heart racing.

Suguru deliberately takes his time, planting a multitude of butterfly kisses on your skin, licking the area he undoubtedly wants to bite just to hear you pant softly in his ears.

He finally parts his lips, brushing his painful, protruding canines, ready to drink your blood.

Slowly, gently, and with the utmost delicacy, his fangs sink into the flesh of your neck.

You expected to feel pain, to scream, shout, and even struggle, but the only sensation is pleasure.

With every passing second, you feel a flow of blood circulating where Suguru bites you. It almost tickles, if you weren’t softly gasping and stifling whimpers.

It’s as if with each pull, a pulse of pleasure shoots directly to your core.

Until it becomes unbearable, your body writhing gently in any attempt at friction. Suguru feels it, of course, because after pulling his teeth from your flesh, he slightly straightens to admire you, your lips parted but in a pleading pout.

As for him, his lips hold the gulp of blood he just took from you, but he keeps his mouth tightly closed — because he knows the sight might disgust you. Then, a few long moments later, Suguru smiles at you, his long canines pristine once again.

You glance at your neck reflexively, and it’s as if he bit you without slicing your flesh. Your skin is smooth, with only two purplish holes visible. It looks like the wounds are in the process of healing.

Wonder fills you, and you wrap your arms around Suguru, who quickly does the same before you surprise him by kissing him directly.

His lips — despite their hard coldness — are soft against yours, moving slowly against your eager mouth, as desirous as you are.

Between kisses, you whisper, “How long have you desired my blood?”

“Since the first experience,” Suguru replies softly, his mouth devouring yours as you try to insert your tongue. “Not too far, my love, they’re sharp.” And you guess he’s talking about his teeth.

You pout. “I want you.”

Suguru presses his lips together, breaking the kiss. “Sure? I thought you were scared but I think I can control myself, and… don’t you want to ask me questions? It would be strange if you didn’t have any, after all.”

“We can do that later; I just want you right now,” you mumble, burying your face in his neck. “I’m I’m not afraid anymore.”

Suguru’s large hands slowly slide down your back and stop at your waist, gently gripping you. “So, you’re accepting me?”

You slightly turn your head toward him, your lips brushing against his jaw. “I’ve always dreamed of vampires — but they were still just dreams.”

Suguru exhales. “I can’t give you an Edward Cullen, but I can be the vampire of your fantasies. So will you accept me, my love?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

~~~~

“Ah— you’re teasing, Sugu—”

Muffled words reach your ears, but they are incomprehensible, as the vampire making you wet literally has his head buried between your legs, devouring your pussy like a starved man.

He lifts his head to look at you, and a smile lights up his features, his chin dripping with your wetness. “You can’t handle a little teasing, baby?” he coos, the tip of his tongue circling around your puffy clit in a torturous motion that makes you whine.

You pout, gasping when he pinches the little bud between his lips. “But I want you, now,” you insist.

“But I need to get you ready for me,” he responds, his hands placing themselves on your inner thighs to pin you against the mattress, laying you bare before him. He continues to wickedly tease you with the tip of his tongue against your clit and between your soaked folds.

“S’not fair,” you protest, your legs trembling softly on either side of his head like a little animal.

“Your beauty isn’t fair, that’s the point, yeah.” Suguru climbs over your body, one hand sneaking around your neck and the other sliding between your thighs to tease your dripping intimacy. He presses his mouth against your ear. “Do you know how badly I’ve struggled to not devour you?”

His whisper so close makes you gasp, as the sensation is far too pleasant and uncomfortable in the best way — breath as cold as it is warm, as he inserts a finger inside you.

“Hmm, baby?” You try to respond, but only a pathetic whimper escapes. He pushes his finger gently but surely deeper until he reaches your g-spot, and your back arches.

“Sugu,” you whine.

“You didn’t answer, princess,” he purrs, licking the shell of your ear. And he starts to pump his finger inside you, your walls clenching around his digit, warming his cold finger as he finger-fucks you in earnest. “Haven’t you seen how badly I was burning for you?”

“I— Not at the s-start,” you pant, bucking your hips toward his finger, and the more he whispers his dirty talk in your ear, the closer you feel yourself reaching your climax.

“Not at the start? And when we were in that broom closet? Weren’t you at my mercy like the little mortal that you are, almost whining because you have this dirty voice kink?” He adds another finger into your abused cunt, sinking his thick fingers to the hilt.

You squirm under him and try to respond. “M’sorry, Suguru, I just need you to—”

“To what, darling?” He pumps his fingers as teasingly as his voice, knuckle-deep and fast. “Tell me how badly you want to cum, can you do that for me?” Your sweet pussy squeezes his fingers, almost spasming because you need more, but he doesn’t allow you until you’re stretched enough to take him after that.

“I w-want to cum on— Hngh, please—” You throw your head back on the mattress, mouth agape from the unstoppable moans leaving your sweet lips. “C-Cum on your fingers, please.”

“That’s good, baby, you’re doing good,” he praises, kissing your ear, temple, cheek, and then lips. He drives his fingers deep into your depths and curls them just as you tighten around them, releasing the knot in your belly to let your juices flow.

His cold thumb joins your clit to rub gently until you ride your orgasm.

“Good job, baby, you did perfect.” Suguru straightens up, pulling his fingers from you to taste your fresh juices around his fingers while you watch with drooping eyelids and half-closed eyes. Suguru then leans in to kiss you, gently at first, knowing you’re still a little weak, then he inserts a bit of his tongue without ever crossing your teeth, fearing to hurt you.

You softly break the kiss and kiss his jaw, which makes him sigh softly. “Sugu? I have a question.”

He chuckles softly. “What did I tell you about questions?” He strokes your hair soothingly, laying down beside you. “But ask away.”

“Your entire body is cold, so it means that blood doesn’t flow through your veins, right?” you start.

“Right.”

“So, how can you be hard?” You slip a hand down his pants to palm his erection through the fabric. Your cute face almost makes his dead heart throb. “It’s funny, though,” you giggle.

“It’s hard to explain but, do you know how Edward made love to Bella?” Suguru asks, kissing your cheek as you unzip his pants.

“It wasn’t really described, but,” you pause, “was he hard?”

“Sure he was, like I am right now for you,” he mutters. Your palm wraps around his now free, throbbing erection, and your warmth electrifies a rush of pleasure through his cold flesh. You climb between his legs and lower your head so you can lap at his tip — dripping with his pre.

“Princess, be careful with—” He interrupts himself, letting out a groan to stifle a moan, which makes you laugh softly. “Tease,” he groans.

“Uh-huh.” You envelop his pale tip and suck gently, reducing Suguru to a panting and needy thing. Your fingers play with his balls, and he clenches his hands into fists, hissing between his teeth.

“Baby, be careful, you don’t know how badly I can hurt you if I don’t control at least how my body reacts to your touch, so don’t take me in your— Dear Lord,” he groans again. You see and feel the way he forces his hips to stay still against the matress to not pierce your palate with his length, much harder than usual. So you suck him slowly, carefully, not to surprise his body and give him the head you want him to feel — he even deserves it.

You withdraw his twitching dick from your mouth and grin, warming it up with your hands as he feels free to buck his hips and fuck your fist earnestly this time. “You’re so beautiful like this, aren’t you?” you praise, playing with his balls as he whines.

His long black hair sprawls across the immaculate sheets, his eyelids squinted and pleading, and his perfect lips slightly parted to let out the most divine sounds. Suguru is truly the vampire you’ve always fantasized about since your first reading on vampires.

“I’m close, sweetheart,” Suguru tells you, reaching out his arm to cup your chin and make you lift your eyes to his. “I want to cum inside you, if you would let me.” And God, how can you say no to that perfect immortal angel?

And so it is that you end up lying on the mattress, your belly exposed, your naked and heated body pressed against Suguru’s icy one, which you can’t wait to warm up.

He settles between your thighs, wrapping them around his waist before leaning down to pull you into his arms, shielding you with his stone muscles as your breasts gently crush against his cold chest, hardening your nipples, and he feels it — dragging one of his hands to it and pinching softly, just enough to make you whimper his name.

He presses his mouth against your ear again and whispers dirty words, “Ready to take my cock, princess? I won’t break you, promise. At least not yet.” And he brings his tip against your wet slit, pressing flesh against flesh to tease you until the end.

“You bast—” and he cuts you off with a kiss, pushing his tip to the very entrance of your delicious walls, ready to take him with every inch. You kiss him back, licking his lips eagerly.

“You’ll take it inch by inch, okay? It’s cold, so I need you to be comfortable with a suitable temperature,” Suguru warns you between heated kisses. “Ready?” He pulls his lips from yours to place them against your sensitive ear — on the way, he leaves a gentle hickey, enough to leave a reddish mark.

Tenderly, he sinks into you, the first inch greeted by your parted folds, greedy to take more of him.

“One inch,” Suguru says, waiting for you to adjust. “Is it alright down here?”

“Y-Yeah, I just need more, I want you whole.” You place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, trying to ignore how you tighten around his dick when he whispers in your ear.

“Two inches,” he exhales then curses under his breath. “Fuck, you’re so wet, and how can you be this tight?” As he gently inserts the third and fourth inches, Suguru feels like he could crack at any moment, overwhelmed by the desire to bury himself deep inside your sweet, gorgeous pussy.

The fifth, sixth, and seventh inches are taken easily by your tightness, filling the room with your two uncontrollable gasps and the heat radiating from your body, which warms so much that when Suguru starts to fuck you gently at first, you think you might melt at any moment and see stars.

He rails into you so deep and fast that he curses under his breath. “Fuck, you’ve taken the eighth inch.” He groans at the same time as you, as you take him so well that he reaches the bottom, his tip kissing your g-spot even better than his fingers did earlier.

“Oh, fuck! S’too much, Sugu, and too deep,” you moan, and it only makes his dick throb harder than it was when you stroked him.

Because with every thrust or stroke, the two of you feel overwhelmed and overstimulated at the same time. He withdraws almost entirely to slam back into you, not too hard but enough for your toes to curl and you to cry out.

“I’m already close, Suguru, please, I wanna cum.” And Suguru chuckles softly, thrusting into you harder and faster than he was already doing. Now, his tip hits your sweet spot with every stroke, coaxing sounds from you that he dreams of hearing.

“Cum on this cock, baby, you can do it,” he coos in your ear, making you clench around him, intertwining your fingers with his. He takes one of your legs to lift it over his shoulder and buries himself deeper inside you, and you press a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming.

“I’m close, I’m gonna—” But you cry out again against your palm, cumming hard and loud on his dick, your velvety walls twitching and spasming as Suguru fucks you through your orgasm — your eyes shutting as you see stars.

As you come down from your high, Suguru slows his pace and stays inside you, lying down next to you. “You alright?”

And you nod feebly, throwing a leg over his waist to sit on him and take him deeper. You gently lower your head, admiring your juices flowing from your cunt. “Your turn now.”

And you ride him carefully, taking his hands in yours to place them on your hips, letting him lead the pace with you. “You’re beautiful,” Suguru murmurs, his obsidian eyes shining with devotion. He flutters them closed, humming, groaning, and sometimes whining when you bounce on him too well, and he’s about to cum.

You gently lay down on him as he lifts his hips in sync, gripping your waist to take over and help him cum — which he succeeds in doing, and the sensation is so surprising and pleasant that you moan softly along with him, your adorable faces scrunching up in pleasure.

His load is warm, neither cold nor hot. It’s as if you’ve warmed his dick so that it’s no longer cold.

Your cheek rests against the coolness of his muscular chest, and you sigh in relief. “You’re going to be very useful to me in the summer,” you giggle, placing gentle kisses along his neck.

“Whenever you want, my love.”

~~~~

“I often come here to hunt,” Suguru explains, parting branches in the forest to make it easier for you to pass.

You skillfully slip through and take his hand in yours to warm it up, smiling as you take in the view he’s sharing: a vast plain overlooked by tall, sturdy trees, sinuous riverbanks, and a large waterfall a bit further on, peeking out where your eyes meet the river paths.

“It’s beautiful, Suguru,” you whisper, fluttering your eyes closed as he squeezes your hand.

“Doesn’t it?” He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you affectionately against him. “There’s never anyone here, just beasts. That way, I won’t have any humans to kill,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.

“Is it like in Twilight?” you ask, giggling. “But you don’t have brown eyes.”

“No, it’s not the same,” he corrects you. “As long as I have blood, I have no problem. Human or not, it’s really just a matter of taste. It’s sweeter, you know.”

“Do you have a little sweet tooth?” you tease, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek as he steps away from you to bend down so you can climb onto his back.

“Not really, that’s more Satoru,” he laughs, gripping your thighs as you hop onto his back.

“Aha! I knew he was like you; you’re both just as weird as each other,” you snicker, proud to have solved another mystery.

Suguru bursts into laughter, as if your laughter is that of a little child who is also proud of themselves. “Yeah, and he studies physics, you know. He’s not very sharp in school, but physics is really his thing.” He takes a breath — an unnecessary one, since he doesn’t need to breathe; he just does it out of habit to avoid alarming humans — and glances at you discreetly. “Ready?”

You nod, and without further ado, Suguru begins his run.

He runs fast, of course; he’s a vampire.

But so fast, in fact, that you barely feel him taking steps. It’s as if he’s flying across the ground, the wind whipping against your faces. Every now and then, you lower your head, fearing that branches might slice your head off, but Suguru usually warns you when you can admire the scenery whizzing by faster than a car would allow.

When he finally stops, it’s to drop you off on a hill that takes your breath away.

The same one from your favorite book.

The hill is lush with small green grasses, dotted with tiny purple flowers like in a paradisiacal autumn meadow.

“It’s… It’s…” you stammer, amazed by the surprise he just gave you as he carefully sets you down on the ground, making sure you don’t stumble from the peculiar journey.

“For you,” Suguru adds, settling down on the grass as he waits for you to join him.

“Suguru, how did you…?” you trail off, sitting on the grass with an otherworldly appearance.

“I practically live here, to be honest,” he replies, planting little kisses on your neck and collarbone. “I hunt and feed here. And when I’m not feeling well…” He caresses your skin with the tip of his nose, tracing a path to your chest to bury his face there and sigh, his eyelids shut. “...I used to come here. But I don’t need to anymore.”

A smile curls your lips up. Your fingers gently stroke his jet-black hair. “You should turn me one day, you know? That way, I could come hunt with you and—”

“Not a chance,” he mumbles, pressing his ear against your heart. “I don’t want to lose this little heart. It’s mine.”

You huff. “You sound like Edward, seriously…”

“I would never abandon you, that’s for sure, but as for your transformation, it’s far from today.” Suguru places yet another kiss on your chest and then moves down to your belly, trying to find a sensitive spot to tickle you with his perfect touch.

“So I’ll go see Satoru,” you threaten, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Him? He’ll devour you whole without a second thought. I was the one holding him back during the frat party,” Suguru informs you with a little laugh.

“E-Excuse me?”

And it’s under Suguru’s amused laughter that you promise never to approach the albino — as much from afar as up close.

a/n: okay, i literally have missed the kinkoctober because of this fic :/ i hope at least you guys will enjoy it <3 (i’m so tiiiiired, tho). but tbh, it was fun to write since it was really during this month that the fic is so it’s like i’m living it :))

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veryblushyswitch · 1 year ago

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#I’m genuinely curious what you guys wanna see because I’ve got so many ideas for this movie-#mutant mayhem tickle #mutant mayhem tickle fic #animated movie tickle #animated movie tickle fic

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cannibalizedlove · 7 months ago

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jus stumbled on ur acc and IM IN LOVE I jus read the stalker!donnie fic and was wondering if there's a scenario where reader actually knew the entire time and is equally obsessed (basically self inserting LOL). but anyway idk if u write smut so maybe reader teases him abt it when they're having a lil makeout sesh in the couch and readers all like "its kinda hot" and says some crazy shit that makes donnie. whos as deep in the pool of obsession as you gets hellaaaa flustered EEEK I'm going crazy I fucking love donnie

Thank you for the request!! I think this is such a good idea, mutual obsession is just.. chef kiss. I hope you enjoy <3

The feelings mutual.

Information and warnings — smut!*, part twoish of “watching you”, male reader, donnie and reader being horny messes, donnie’s first time so you ruin him :((, reader being a kinky freak which is perfect for him, heavy corruption kink, donnie being a loser bottom bitch (affectionate). this is so long, i apologize ahh, i just love him so much.

You had been going with Donnie for about three months now, and you were infatuated with everything about him.

You loved hearing him talk about whatever new conspiracy theory he bought into, and you were always there to help him during his hallucinations.

Donnie was completely and utterly obsessed with you, he did everything for you. Even though you were perfectly capable of doing your homework, Donnie would always snatch it from your backpack and do it for you, he never let you lift a finger. It was crystal clear that you had him whipped.

Before the two of you got together, Donnie was just as obsessed with you. The huge perv was constantly watching you through your windows, following you home, and of course, stealing your underwear. What Donnie didn’t know is that you were completely aware of his stalking, and how you were completely turned on by it.

The two of you were sitting on his couch in the living room, his parents and siblings were out to dinner while Donnie was supposed to be at his therapy session with Dr. Thurman, but skipping it one time wouldn’t hurt, right? Seeing how you were like his medication, except you actually worked and didn’t just make him drowsy.

The two of you were watching a corny horror movie, you had already connected the dots and figured out who the killer was, though, it didn’t matter anyways because neither of you were paying attention. You were leaned against his warm body while Donnie was squeezing and touching every inch of you that he could grab.

You let out quiet moans as he began to kiss behind your ears and onto your collar bone, reaching up and softly running your hands through his short hair. The two of you had never gone farther than this before, and it was slowly killing Donnie.

He needed you more than he needed air, you were the most angelic thing he had ever seen, he wanted nothing more than to ruin your pure image.

“Donnie, I know a lot about you.” You softly spoke, your words interrupted by little moans and laughs when his lips would tickle your neck.

“Yeah? Like what, angel?” Donnie smiled against your skin, drawing invisible circles on your exposed skin.

“I know that you have extensive knowledge on time travel.. and that your favorite cartoon is The Smurfs..” You chuckled at the last part, earning a playful eye roll from the boy and a gentle push; “..and I also know that you like to steal my underwear.” You finished your sentence by grabbing his jaw.

Donnie instantly froze and his heart sank into his stomach. His eyes were wide and he swallowed thickly before coming up with a lie on the spot.

“I don’t know what you mean, I wouldn’t do that.. That’s a total invasion of your privacy!” He began to breathe heavily, he felt like an animal caught in a cage with no way out.

“Oh, and you would never invade my privacy, right? You would never follow me home.. or sit by my window and watch me?” You had moved positions from laying on him to now straddling him sitting on his lap. You drew out your words softly into his ear, feeling him shake from anxiety.

Donnie knew he couldn’t lie his way out of this, he knew he was caught, and he was terrified. Was this the end? Were you completely disgusted with him and you were just stringing him along to hurt him? He couldn’t believe that, you were too sweet, too perfect, he didn’t want to lose you over his uncontrolled attraction to you.

“Do you.. hate me.. for it?” Donnie looked up at you with glossy eyes, trying to swallow his fear but failing miserably.

You couldn’t keep playing with him like this, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but you couldn’t help but find him attractive with his quivering voice and worried eyes.

“Oh, Donnie.. I could never hate you.” You lifted his chin to hold eye contact with him, and ran your free hand through his hair. “If anything,” You paused, letting his jaw go, and leaning forward, leaving your lips just an inch away from his.

“It’s kinda hot.” You finished your sentence, pushing your lips into his with a hard kiss, leaving Donnie completely surprised.

He couldn’t believe it, he was afraid of you being horrified of him, yet here you were making out with him because of it. Donnie knew he wouldn’t be able to hide the tent that was growing in his pants.

The kisses were only broken by the loud moans that left both of your mouths, the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other. You began to grind down on his crotch, pulling on his hair. Donnie bit down on your lip, resulting in a sharp moan from you. He latched onto your neck, attacking it with bites and wet kisses. You were in complete bliss, the only things you could think about were Donnie’s teeth pulling on your skin and his hand creeping up to your throat.

Donnie pulled away, placing his hand on your throat harshly. Both of your lips were swollen, and Donnie’s face was completely flushed, he smiled as he watched you pant like a dog, and he began to palm you through your jeans that had become 2 sizes to small, enjoying every moan that you cried out.

You looked incredible like this, he thought, your eyelashes wet from the tears that welled up from Donnie’s painful bites, your hair completely unruly, falling perfectly infront of your face, every bit of your sight was driving him crazy. It honestly amazed him how he was able to keep himself from ripping every bit of fabric off of you and making you cry, but Donnie didn’t wanna scare you off; so he kept his composure, at least this time he would.

You began to roll your hips into his hand that had a tight grip on your painfully hard bulge, moaning loudly into his open mouth, holding onto his wrist of the hand that was on your throat, causing him to squeeze ever so slightly harder. You felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, you needed to feel him.

“Please.. Donnie.” You said breathlessly with your eyes screwed shut. Donnie didn’t know if this was real or a hallucination, he had thought about this moment every time he masturbated with your stolen underwear, but now that it was actually happening, he felt wildly intimidated.

“I’ve never.. I’ve never done this before.” Donnie halted his movements, hanging his head low in embarrassment, worrying that the fact he was still a virgin would turn you off; only to find out that it made you want him ten times more, if that was even possible.

“That’s okay.. I can teach you, I promise.” You grabbed his chin, lifting it back up to your gaze, watching his already red face turn brighter.

Donnie nodded wildly, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched you stand up in front of him, taking your jeans off. He swore that if you looked hard enough, you could see a pool of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. When you had finally gotten your jeans off, which felt like years to the poor horny mess, you sat back down on his lap, kissing his forehead gently.

You gestured to Donnie to lift his arms up, and he instantly followed the command, lifting his arms up and swallowing thickly as you took his shirt off. Your lips ghosted over his as you ran your hands down his chest, taking note of how he bucked his hips subconsciously when you ran a finger over his nipple.

“We can start off simple, is that okay?” You smiled sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, watching his every movement to make sure you didn’t cause him any discomfort. “Yeah.. yeah that’s okay.” Donnie said, completely out of breath, his hard on becoming increasingly more painful.

You brought his hand down to your bulge once again, giving him a soft kiss as he circled your tip through your boxers. “You can take them off — please, take them off.” That simple command was all it took for him to completely rip off your plaid boxers, exposing your dripping cock to the cold air of the boys house. Donnie gripped you instantly, running his thumb over your slit with a half swallowed moan escaping his mouth.

“Fuck, Donnie..” Your face was buried in the nape of his neck, kissing it every once in a while to try and stifle your increasingly louder groans. Donnie had his free hand on the back of your head, holding you close to the sweet spot behind his ear you kept attacking. “You’re so fucking pretty..” He cried while continuing to work your length, he could feel his own pre completely soaking through his underwear. You began to roll your hips once again, feeling like you were on cloud nine, but just before you could come undone in his hand, he pulled away, holding your waist tightly.

“Can I.. you know…” Donnie whined, despite the fact that he had the nerve to stalk you, and break into your home, he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words ‘fuck you’, it was pathetically adorable.

You chuckled and nodded your head, kissing his cheek before sitting on your knees and helping Donnie remove his jeans. Something about you doing everything for him, and teaching him how to fuck you was deliciously exciting to him. He loved the idea of him being completely tainted by you, even if he had originally dreamed of the roles being reversed. With his jeans now removed, you kissed him one final time before curling a finger in his waistband, pulling his boxers down to his ankles.

Donnie looked away bashfully, his length twitching quickly, leaking pre like a hose. You bit your lip, taking a mental photo for use later. You hovered over him, holding his hard cock tightly as you lined it up with your hole.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, kissing the top of his head, making sure that he was ready to be taken like this. Donnie whined out in frustration, he was never good with patience and it was on full display here. You laughed at his needy response, and slowly began to sink down onto his dripping length. Donnie instantly threw his head back, grabbing your waist and digging his short nails into your skin. Your mouth hung open, sinful noises filled the room from the both of you as you bottomed out onto him.

Donnie’s eyes began to water from the sheer pleasure, and he held you like his life depended on it. It took you a second to adjust to his size, but you started slowly moving up and down, making Donnie completely loose it. His quiet demeanor was totally lost at this point, nothing but whines, cried out moans, and loud “fucks”, and “please’s” left his mouth. Nothing filled his mind except the feeling of you wrapped around him, and your pretty facial expressions. The poor boy was totally overwhelmed, fat tears began to fall from his eyes as he got closer to his climax.

The sight was enough to push you over the edge, he looked completely wrecked, and it was a gorgeous sight. You pushed yourself forward, latching onto his lips and grabbing his face tightly, his tears transferring onto your cheeks as you kissed. You became undone onto both of your chests, thick ropes covering Donnie’s frail body. Donnie broke the kiss with a loud cry, hitting his climax and losing himself inside of you. He held you tightly to his body as he pumped you full.

After a few moments of silence, that let both of you gain your composure, you let out a breathy laugh, kissing your fucked out boyfriend all over his face. You watched as his chest heaved up and down as he blinked tightly, trying to regain all of his senses. Donnie kissed your lips softly, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug.

“Hey.. how did you know all that stuff? Have you like.. done this before?” Donnie said, a thick sense of jealousy flowing through every word.

“No, I just watch a lot of porn.” You chuckled, a devilish smile running across your face.

Donnie let out a breathless moan as he flipped you onto your back, just the idea making him ready for a round two.

#donnie darko x reader #donnie darko fanfic #donnie darko #donnie darko x male reader #fanfic #male reader #donnie darko smut #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal smut

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vanteguccir · 7 months ago

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hey i was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader and matt have a kid and they do like their morning routine with the kid and go out afterwards ? love you btw!!

── ୨୧ !　a small blurb with dad!matt and mom!you

　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

The first rays of sunlight gently seeped through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room. The house was still and quiet, the calm before the joyous storm of the day. Y/N stirred, her eyes fluttering open to the comforting warmth of Matt’s embrace. His arm was draped protectively over her, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing against her back.

"G'morning, beautiful." Matt murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he nuzzled into her neck.

Y/N turned to face him, a smile playing on her lips.

"Good morning, my love."

Their mornings had a rhythm, a dance perfected over time. The first task was always the same: waking up their little girl. Matt slipped out of bed first, pulling on a T-shirt and pajama pants, covering his half-naked body, before heading down the hallway to their daughter’s room. Y/N followed closely behind, savoring the quiet moments before the day began in earnest.

Their daughter, Lily, was still asleep, her tiny form nestled among a sea of stuffed animals - some of them being Matt's old ones - and blankets. Matt leaned over the crib, his expression softening as he watched her.

"Time to wake up, princess." He whispered, gently brushing a brown stray curl from her face, exactly like his.

Lily stirred, her eyes opening slowly to the sight of her father’s smiling face.

"Daddy!" She exclaimed, her voice filled with sleepy excitement as she reached up for him.

Matt carefully lifted her into his arms, creating a cocoon with his hands around her, exhaling the soft smell of baby perfume that permeated her skin.

"Morning, petal. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Daddy." She giggled, her laughter filling the room, feeling tickles from the way Matt caressed her small cheek with his nose.

"Hey, baby girl." Y/N joined them, kissing Lily’s forehead before leading her to the bathroom for a quick wash.

While Y/N handled Lily’s morning routine, Matt headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. It was an unspoken agreement between them, a seamless division of tasks that made their mornings flow smoothly.

Matt moved with practiced ease, preparing Lily’s favorite breakfast: pancakes with a smiley face made of berries. He hummed softly to himself a random song from a Disney movie, a habit he’d picked up since becoming a father. Every action, every movement, was infused with a love that radiated through the entire house.

In the bathroom, Y/N helped Lily brush her teeth, her hands gentle but efficient.

"Let’s get you all clean and ready for the day, my little star." She said, her voice soft and soothing.

Lily giggled, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"Mommy, can I wear my princess dress today? Pretty please? I want to look like a real princess!"

"Of course, darling." Y/N replied, her heart swelling with love for her little girl. "Even tho you don't need a dress to look like a princess, you're already one."

With Lily clean and dressed, Y/N guided her to the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly cooked pancakes filled the air. Matt was waiting for them, a proud grin on his face as he presented the breakfast platter.

"Look, Mommy! Daddy made smiley pancakes!" Lily exclaimed, her eyes wide with delight while letting her mother put her on the taller chair.

Y/N chuckled, wrapping her arms around Matt’s waist after making sure her daughter was secure.

"You always know how to make breakfast special, don’t you?"

Matt kissed her forehead, his eyes filled with adoration.

"Anything for my girls."

They sat down to eat, the morning light casting a warm glow over the kitchen table. Lily chattered animatedly about her dreams and her plans for the day, her parents listening with rapt attention. Matt’s eyes often flickered to Y/N, admiration and love evident in every glance, muttering small "I love you's" now and then.

After breakfast, it was time for the next part of their routine. Y/N took charge of cleaning up the kitchen while Matt got Lily ready for their outing. He helped her put on her shoes and coat, ensuring she was bundled up warmly for the cold outside.

"You excited to go to the park, petal?" Matt asked, crouching down to her level.

"Yes, Daddy! I want to go on the swings!" She said, bouncing with excitement, making it hard for Matt to fix her shoes.

Matt chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately after making sure she was ready to go.

"Alright, let’s get going then."

Y/N joined them, her coat already on and a smile on her face.

"Ready when you are." She said, taking Matt’s hand in hers.

The walk to the park was filled with laughter and playful banter. Matt held Lily’s hand on one side while Y/N held the other. They walked in step, a picture of perfect harmony. Along the way, they pointed out different things to Lily - a bird perched on a tree, a squirrel scurrying across the path, the colorful flowers blooming along the sidewalk - which Lily ran to pick up one of the fallen ones, remembering her mother's teaching never to take a flower from its stem.

At the park, Lily immediately ran towards the swings, her laughter echoing through the air as Matt pushed her gently. Y/N watched them from the closest bench, her heart full as she saw her little and perfect family.

Matt caught Y/N’s gaze and smiled, his eyes twinkling with love.

"She’s having so much fun." He said, his voice filled with contentment.

"She is." Y/N agreed, moving closer to him. "And so am I."

They spent the morning at the park, playing with Lily and enjoying each other’s company. Matt was attentive and caring, always making sure Y/N and Lily were happy and comfortable.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, they decided it was time to head home. Matt carried a tired but happy Lily on his shoulders, her small hands clutching his hair as she dozed off. Y/N walked beside them, her right hand securely palming Lily's back, making sure that she wouldn't fall, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude.

Back at home, they settled Lily into her bed for a nap. Matt and Y/N then curled up on the couch together, enjoying the quiet moment of peace. Matt wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close.

"You know, I’m so lucky to have you." He whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with love.

"We’re lucky to have each other." She replied, leaning in to kiss him softly.

#⋆౨ৎ˚ 𝒍𝒆𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #dad!matt #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #blurb

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veryblushyswitch · 2 years ago

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THEM!! THE BESTIES!! I love this so much!! 💖💖

Big Brother Hobie (Across The Spiderverse)

*hypes self up* Ok! My first fic I’m actually posting on this account! I made this a day after I saw the movie and fell head over heels for these two! Mainly Hobie, but Pavitr is such a gem and I couldn’t not write for him! I hope whoever comes across this enjoys it! And thanks to @gladdygirl18 who helped me out with actually posting this :)

Hobie was the big brother. Everyone can agree on that. Although he was a punk anarchist, he secretly cared for all his friends. Even Miles, who was a new face to the party, he felt extra protective of. But the people he was especially fond of were Pavitr, Gewn, and Peter B. Parker. He let Gwen crash at his place because she couldn’t go back to her own universe, so he took care of her. Plus, they loved to hit and scream their emotions into whatever song they jammed to. Pavitr wanted to be in on the punk rock fun, but he only knew how to play the Sarangi. He was very talented and skilled, but the Sarangi wasn’t the instrument for punk bands. They still let him come to their jam sessions! (Although he did try to hold a therapy session for the two once they were done.)

And just like Gwen, Pavitr liked to crash with Hobie on occasion. Hobie was more than welcome to let anyone stay at his London apartment, as long as they didn’t leave too much of a mess. Who was he kidding though? With all his Spider-Maning he could barely keep tabs on it. Until, the blessed, godsent Pavitr dropped by while he was out and cleaned the whole place for him. Hobie almost shed a tear. And Peter? Honestly, Hobie loved taking care of Mayday. And he loved her name. Peter would never admit it, but he talked about baby names with Hobie one night and that was the result. And he’s just a great babysitter too.

So, collectively, their little spider gang unofficially announced him as the ‘big brother.’ Hobie didn’t mind. It actually made him feel all nice inside. Not that we would tell anyone. Gotta keep that tough bravado, eh? But there were moments with his friends he could be soft. Most recent one was with Pavitr when he portaled in, still in his Spider-Man gear.

“What’s this, then? Just got done running the jig?” Hobie nodded to him as he sat on his couch, legs propped up on his coffee table with a remote in hand. He shut off the tv as Pav groaned and flopped onto the couch, chest in Hobie’s lap. Hobie huffed a chuckle, pulling off his friend’s mask and tossing it to the side. “Rough one, was it?”

Pavitr sighed and nodded, face hidden by a couch cushion. Feeling sympathy for the younger man, Hobie patted his back.

“I’s jus’ watchin’ the telly, want me to turn it back on? Background noise an all,” Hobie suggested, but Pav just shook his head.

“How have you been, Hobie? Everything ok in your universe?” Pavitr asked, turning his head to look at his friend. How the hell is this kid such a sweetheart? Hobie wondered as he reached down and ruffled his perfect hair.

“S’all cuppa ‘ere, nofin I can’t handle. Still coals and coke, but what else is new? S’going ons wit you? Got some pain in your noddy’s?” Hobie nearly barked out a laugh at the offended look Pav gave him. Scratch that, he did laugh.

“Excuse me?” he asked. Hobie chuckled into his fist.

“Do your shoulder’s hurt?” he simplified. Pavitr pushed up onto his hands and once he rotated his shoulders, he groaned and fell right back onto Hobie’s lap.

“Problem found. ‘Ere, lemme getcha.” Hobie sat up and cracked his knuckles, getting into position.

“Oh, Hobie, you don’t have to-” Pav started.

“Ah, hush. I owe you one. Now let your brova ‘Obie take care ‘ya.”

And with that, Hobie got to work, he kneaded his thumbs into Pavitr’s shoulders, smirking with satisfaction at the relieved moan that left Pav’s chest. They sat in silence as Hobie worked out all the knots in Pav’s back, going from his shoulders all the way down his spine. The only responses he got were satisfied grunts, groans, sighs, and hums from Pavitr as he melted into Hobie’s lap. The kid was really stiff. He must’ve been overworkin’ himself, Hobie thought, s’not good. I should tell him to calm it down. Before he could get a word out, he heard a small squeak come from Pavitr’s mouth. He looked over to see Pav with both hands covering his lips with his eyes shut.

“Oi, was funny? You havin’ a bubble at me? I ain’t hurtin’ you, am I?” Hobie asked as he leaned up to get a better view of Pav’s face. He didn’t look like he was in pain. When he peaked his eyes open to look at the older man, they had a happy twinkle to them.

“N-No no! I’m- fihihine! But, your hahands…” Pav looked towards his back. Hobie followed his gaze and realized both of his hands were placed around his sides. A mischievous grin crossed Hobie’s face as his eyes flicked back to Pavitr’s face. Pav looked back at him with an adorable expression that just said “I can’t stop you, but I’m gonna try to look cute so you think about not doing it.” Hobie smirked and pinched the back of Pav’s neck, causing him to squeal and arch his neck back.

“Y’know, s’rude to laugh at your friends, Pav,” Hobie purred close to his friend’s ear. Pavitr let out a string of high pitched giggles and grabbed handfuls of the couch cushions beneath him.

“H-Hobieheehee! Wait wait wait! Lehehet’s talk! Dohohon’t- eek!” Pav snickered then squeaked as the older male skittered his long fingers directly up his spine.

“Nah, don’t fink I will. You need some good, ol’ fashioned, relaxation, mate. And I know exactly how to get you relaxed! So jus let big brova ‘Obie… getcha!” Hobie quickly grabbed Pavitr’s sides and squeezed, drinking in his girlish shriek. He laughed and wiggled his fingers into the slightly pudgy flesh. Pavitr thrashed in his lap but ultimately didn’t move from his spot. Just awkwardly pushed himself up before falling back down and beating the arm of the sofa senseless.

“Hohohohohohohohohohohohobieeeeeeeee! It tihihihihihihickles! It tihihihihihckles so bahahahahahahaaaaaad!” Pav whined through his laughs, alternating which side he scrunched up so he looked like a belly dancer. Hobie let out a loud ‘hah!’ when he saw this.

“Oh yeah, show off ya moves, Pav! Should I get a beat goin’? Unce, unce, unce, unce!” With every beat from his mouth, Hobie would do rhythmic squeezes on Pav’s sides. One, two, one one, two, one, two two. This drove the younger man up the wall (hee hee spiderman joke). Pavitr did his best to fight back. This included weak slapping on Hobie’s hands and futile attempts to crawl away. Hobie simply pulled him closer and tickled his ribs and armpits at the same time, switching between the two.

“AAAAAHAhahahahahaha! Hobieheeheeheeheeheeheehee! Pleheheheehehease!” Pavitr begged. Hobie smirked and scratched his rib bones, earning another girly shriek.

“Please wha, Pav? Please… keep ticklin’ ya? I can do that! Or is it please… tickle somewhere else? How about… here!” In a swift motion, Hobie moved his hands from his upper body to the back of his quads, making claws and digging into the flesh. Pavitr screamed and his thrashing renewed.

“Oh, has I found a tickle spot? Right under your buttocks, yea? Mate, that’s kinda embarrassin’. I ain’t one t’judge though. It's hilarious how much you’re tryin’ ta fight me, kiddo. Was it people say when they tickle kids? Oh, roight. Tic-kle tic-kle tic-kle~” Hobie grinned like the Cheshire cat as Pavitr lost his mind. Finally, Pavitr rolled off of Hobie’s lap and crashed to the ground, reflexively thwipping both of Hobie’s hands together.

“O-Ohohokay that's enohohough! I’m relahahaxed! No mohohohore plehehehehease!” Pavitr giggled out, lying flat on his back and sighing once the tickling was finally over. Hobie laughed and fished his pocket knife from his jacket, slicing the webbing from his hands. He tossed the knife on his coffee table and leaned over Pavitr without moving from his couch.

“You alright, yea?” he asked. With a few giggly breaths, Pav nodded. “Good. If I had killed ya, Gwendie would have killed me. ‘N ah don wan that. But seriously, mate, gotta go easy on the Spider-Man work, you feel me? ‘S why you’re so tense. If you keep dat up, y’won’t be able to move. You get what I’m sayin’, yeah? You’ve got an honest jam tart, an das good, just don’t be over usin’ it,” Hobie instructed. He could tell Pav was listening, which was good, but the younger man did cock his eyebrow at the last sentence.

“But… I don’t have a jam tart…?” he said with confusion, looking around to see if he had accidentally brought something jelly filled from his dimension. Hobie snickered then laughed, holding his stomach.

“You are way too funny, man. Go take a shower, you smell.”

“Not as bad as you…” Pavitr mumbled, immediately bolting for Hobie’s bathroom.

“Oi, the nerve of ya! Get back here, ya hooligan bastard!” Hobie was up in a flash, thwipping Pavitr to the floor.

Needless to say, Pavitr got another good taste of what having an older brother is like. And Hobie got to mess around with a best friend. He could get used to being the big brother every now and again.

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gaybananabread · 4 months ago

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ARGHSH I was thinking maybe ler!Sero and Lee!gnReader for day 15 of tickletober????? TYSM if you decide to do this (it’s also ok of you don’t ToT)

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK AND HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT NIGHT/ DAY <33333333

TickleTober Day 15 - “Are you ticklish?”

~THANK YOU ANON!✨✨✨✨ Sero is best boy, no doubt about it. Fair warning, I haven’t watched the newest season yet, so this is gonna be written with the knowledge I have! As for the movie reference in here, let’s be honest: that scene with the spiders got a good few of us. I may or may not have let my old crush on Sero show here… Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky season!~

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader (nickname “hon”)

Ler: Hanta Sero

Summary: What starts as an innocent movie hang-out becomes tickly chaos as Sero makes a rather interesting discovery. Unfortunately for you, he’s quite happy with the new source of entertainment.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Movie night – an innocent enough idea, or so you’d thought. You and him hadn’t had much quality time as-of-late, so you penciled in some quick, low-effort fun.

And, of course, Sero had to be the one to choose the film. You weren’t complaining (much); he had pretty good taste in films. You just hadn’t expected him to pick a movie with…that in it.

Since it was October, Sero had chosen a spooky movie: Corpse Bride. You’d never seen it before, and it seemed interesting. He promised you’d like it, even betting his favorite hoodie that you’d wanna watch it again. You happily took those odds.

About three-fourths of the way through the movie, you were definitely into it. The stop-motion animation was really cool to watch, and the plot had you wondering which way it’d go.

Of course, you also had the world’s comfiest space heater next to you, his arm draped over your shoulder as you leaned against his side. That definitely helped you enjoy yourself.

You were completely relaxed and focused, zeroed in on the television screen. So, when the scene with the spiders came on, you were completely unprepared.

As the folk of the underworld were preparing Victor for the wedding, Victor’s suit was tailored by the spiders. At least six of the hand-sized arachnids crawled across his torso, each repairing some part of his suit.

Apparently, the legs tickled; he jerked about and laughed, squirming as they accidentally tickled him. It wasn’t a long scene, by any means, but it still caught you completely off guard.

Sero felt you squirm, glancing over to see what was going on. You were blushing…? The only thing happening on screen was a quick tickle scene. He saw your foot clench through your socks, and it all clicked. Oooo, I’m gonna have fun with this…

“You’re awfully red over there, hon. What’sa matter?” Sero gave your side a little squeeze, presumably to get your attention. He couldn’t hide his smirk as you jumped, loving the little sound that caught in your throat.

“I-I’m fine. Just…need a drink.” You reached over to grab your drink, only to have him tase your underarm. Squeaking, you back, falling right into his side. He barely had to try to capture you, just wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Hey…” He leaned in, dropping his voice to whisper teasingly in your ear. “Are you ticklish?”

The question somehow both made your blood run cold and your face burn at the same time. When he testingly dragged a few fingers across your stomach, you couldn’t help but giggle in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes~”

Ugh, even his tone was enough to send butterflies swarming in your chest! That wasn’t the only sensation there; Sero began attacking your stomach with his right hand, the left holding you against him. He gave your hip a few teasing squeezes, watching as you bucked and laughed.

“S-SEHEHEHERO!” Wriggling and kicking, you tried to shove his arms away. Unfortunately, the smug hero-in-training was stronger than you, keeping you trapped in his arms.

“Damn, you really are ticklish, aren't cha?” Sero mused, glancing over at the screen. He skillfully hit the remote with his toe, pausing the movie so only your laughter could be heard. He loved the sound of it: raucous, flustered, and utterly adorable.

Actually, your laugh sounded…really different. It was less reserved; you didn’t exactly have the choice to hold back, after all. The sound was free, helpless, and oh-so-happy. It brought a slight blush to his cheeks, making him huff.

“You’ve been holdin’ out on me, you brat!” The tape-quirked boy playfully growled, resting his head on your shoulder. He wasn’t sure if it was flustering or not, but it was comfy. “Where’s this pretty laugh been, huh?”

“I-IHIHIT’S NOHOT PREHEHETTY!” You denied the claim, kicking your feet against the worn cushions of his couch. It wasn’t helping you escape in the slightest, but it helped you not to lose your mind.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

Suddenly, he stopped, giving you a moment to catch your breath. Fuck, that tone…he didn’t sound happy. You just huffed, shrugging.

“You don’t get to lie to my face. That has consequences.”

Before you could ask what he was talking about, he activated his quirk. Your wrists were taped together and hoisted above your head, the tail of the tape sticking to the ceiling. You were stuck to wiggle helplessly, back facing your attacker.

“I didn’t lie!” The annoyed huff told you that reasoning wasn’t gonna work. Begging it was, then. “W-wait, wait, Sero! I’m sorry!”

“Too little, too late. Sing for me~”

With that, the real attack began. Sero let his right hand attack your armpit, the other clawing at your stomach from behind. All the while, he whispered little teases in your ear, flustering the shit out of you. It was hardly fair, but you couldn’t really complain properly through your cackles.

"You have the prettiest laugh on Earth, hon. I'm not gonna let you forget it~"

As you squirmed and thrashed, your top began to ride up. It exposed your belly fully, and Sero was more than happy to take advantage of that.

“Don’t mind if I do…” He dragged his short nails across your bare midriff, loving the feeling of your quivering belly beneath his fingers. “I could do this aaaaall day, hon~”

You were losing it, thrashing and twisting to try and get the tape off. It held diabolically strong, leaving you trapped under Sero’s evil fingers. Eventually, you hit your limit, letting your head hang forwards.

“S-SEHEHEHEROHOHO! NOHO MOHOHOHORE!”

He begrudgingly stopped, sensing you had reached your limit. The tape was removed, and he pulled you back against his chest to cuddle. Utterly exhausted, you complied without a second thought.

“Geez, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as ticklish as you.” Sero chuckled, gently rubbing the stomach he had just finished tormenting. You just groaned in flustered annoyance, burying your face in his warm chest.

“Shut up, Hanta.” You used his first name to let him know he was pushing it. The head pats you received were close to compensation, but he had a long way to go.

Glancing over, you finally remember the movie the two of you were watching. You were about to fall asleep, so finishing it would have to wait until tomorrow. Actually…

“Hey, since we didn’t actually finish the movie, I can’t watch it again. I won the bet.” Watching his expression go from confusion to despair felt extra gratifying in that moment. He sputtered, trying and failing to come up with a reason to deny you. You’d found a loophole.

“Damn it…fine. You can have my Kuromi hoodie…brat.” You stuck your tongue out at him before cheering; you’d been after soft purple article for months.

Yeah, he was never gonna see that hoodie again…

Worth it.

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A New Adventure

Pairing: Shanks x Fem!reader

Summary: The red-haired pirate ventures into the four seas to seek new horizons, suddenly he spots an unexplored island and finds a surprise.

Warnings: injuries and blood || English isn't my first language 😬 || maybe ooc (out of character) since It's been a long time since I wrote something about him and this series || use of y/n (in third person) || again, here Shanks doesn't lose his arm || a tiny bit of angst and spicy but mostly fluff || beta read

A/N: this was inspired in Pocahontas (and another animation movies), In fact I intend to make fics with Opla inspired by Disney movies (but it's just an idea, I don't promise anything lol)

Word count: 14k 😭

The cool breeze blew calmly and pleasantly, making the sails of Shanks' ship flutter. It had been weeks or maybe months since they had touched land, when you spend a lot of time at sea it was confusing to calculate the time, but every minute was enjoyed to the fullest.

The red-haired captain felt at one with the ocean, his ship was everything to him and his crew was like a family, with their flaws and virtues. Shanks was an adventurer by nature, indeed, and he enjoyed traveling. But the truth was that he missed stepping on solid ground. He had made this long journey to discover new lands and replenish supplies, so he couldn't wait to see a new and unknown island in the distance.

Shanks stepped away from the helm to attend to other matters and check that his crew was working as they should. Hongo was sorting out some vials filled with a strange liquid and other medical supplies. The captain approached him.

"Hey, do you need help?"

Hongo looked up to meet the captain's smile.

"No, It's ok, I'm almost done" - he said downplaying it.

Shanks nodded understandingly and his gaze turned towards the horizon. His smile had faded and he was serious, which was not very usual for him.

"Is everything alright?" - Hongo asked a bit worried.

Shanks looked at him startled. "Uh? oh yeah, everything is fine...".

He realized he didn't sound very convinced so he sighed.

"Ok you got me, the truth is I miss solid ground. The sea is not that bad at all but I need to find a new island, after all that is why I started this journey in the first place"

Hongo patted his shoulder. "I understand, but don't lose hope. Maybe the next island is closer than you think".

Neither of them could know that those words are about to come true.

..Across the sea..

A native woman from an island walked along whistling carefree. Her bare feet, simply adorned with shell bracelets, stepped on the fresh grass, tickling her. Her outfit blended in with the landscape, and every now and then she glanced from left to right as if searching for something.

"Come on, get out of wherever you are…" - She said in a whisper

Suddenly a rustling of leaves was heard behind her, she quickly turned around to see a bush moving slightly. She crouched down and began to move slowly and silently towards where she had heard that noise.

When she was a hand's length away from the bush, she quickly moved the leaves aside and growled like an animal.

"ROAAAWR!"

A high pitched screech was heard little girl fell on her back where she was hiding, then she started laughing along with the woman.

"You caught me again! How do you do it?"

"You're not very quiet, you know that?" - she laughed

Y/n hugged her little sister still on the ground and started tickling her. The air was filled with joy, she loved her sister above all things.

Both of them got up and brushed the dirt of their clothes. Mele was just 6 years old but they were very bounded, and y/n was quite protective with her.

"Do you wanna play again?" - Mele asked

"I think you have to go back to study, am i wrong?"

Before she could protest, Y/N's gaze turned towards the sea; something in the distance had caught her attention. Although she still wasn't sure what it was.

"Sister, what's that over there?"

Y/N didn't answer, she tried to scan the horizon and squint her eyes. Suddenly her face darkened, she had seen it. It was a ship.

A ship had never crossed this island, it was almost impossible to reach that place because it was so hidden. Y/N gently but authoritatively pushed her little sister.

"Come on Mele, go home"

She didn't want to scare her but it was important to keep her safe.

"But-"

"Home. Now"

Mele knew that when her sister got serious it was better to keep quiet and obey. She had a fiery temper and I didn't want to make her explode.

Reluctantly the little girl ran away. Y/n looked back towards the sea, how was it possible that a ship had come so close? I'm sure he didn't have good intentions.

..Back to the ship..

Shanks back at the helm had decided to cling to Hongo's words as a last hope, he had no other option. Suddenly in the distance he thought he saw a dot, a small dark dot that grew larger as the ship moved forward. With his heart beating hard, he waited for his crew member who was in charge of the spyglass to shout those 3 words to him that he wanted to hear so much.

"LAND IN SIGHT!"

It was like a breath of fresh air. The red-haired pirate closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then began to laugh out loud, full of joy.

"WE DID IT, WE FINALLY ARRIVED" - He shouted towards his crew as the others cheered and threw their hats in the air.

The excitement was felt in the air, with haste and impatience they approached the island to disembark. It was wide and full of vegetation, palm trees, bushes and the rarest fruits with colorful flowers could be seen with the naked eye. They docked the ship near a lonely beach and prepared to descend almost in droves.

The beach, though deserted, was beautiful. The sand was a pale pink and the water turquoise. Some pirates stayed on the ship to prepare and tidy the cabins as they planned to stay there for several days. Shanks set out to explore the great island.

"I'll be back in a minute! I'm going to walk around the place"

The red-haired man was ecstatic, he took a deep breath of the salty air and with a satisfied smile he entered the thick jungle that was a few meters in front of him. With his hands he pushed aside the leaves of different trees that blocked his vision. He had never been in a place like that before, there were fruits of different colors and shapes, birds that crossed the sky like kites uttering melodic cries, this was what he had expected.

Suddenly, and without realizing it because he was absorbed in the nature that surrounded him, Shanks arrived at a small village. The vegetation had become less dense, revealing a dozen low houses with thatched roofs and other resistant leaves. But the strangest thing was that there seemed to be nothing. How could it be that the island was deserted? Shanks didn't mind having found an unexplored place, but being the social butterfly that he is, he would get bored very quickly. The captain slowly approached the center of the village, everything seemed so silent.

However, the cry of a bird caught his attention. The blue bird was perched on a palm tree and seemed to be warning him about something. Shanks approached the palm tree while the bird rhythmically moved its head downwards, pointing at something. But before the pirate could do anything, a fuzzy silhouette ran out from the plants and away from there. It was so fast that the man could not see who it was.

"Wait, don't go!" - He blinked in confusion

But his scream came too late, that person was already gone. Perplexed Shanks turned to look around trying to find that mysterious and fugitive being. Not having success he walked away disappointed, but a few meters away he was knocked on the side by someone. Shanks uttered a grunt and they both fell to the ground. Somewhat in pain and confused, Shanks lay on his back on the ground while trying to wrestle with that person. Then the attacker placed himself on top of Shanks sitting on his belly and with his legs immobilized on both sides so that he could not escape. Everything happened so fast but the only thing he could feel was the edge of a dagger pressing against his neck.

"Who are you and what have you come to do to my people? And I warn you, choose your words carefully"

A woman's authoritative voice woke him from his daze. Focusing his eyes he saw the face of a native woman from the island. Her eyes bored into his in an intimidating way, yet Shanks thought her features were beautiful and soft. The captain let her have control, not because he couldn't beat her but because he liked the idea of someone more dominant than him.

"Well, well. I've never seen such a beautiful woman".

Y/n didn't even flinch and continued to pierce him with her gaze, analyzing his face and trying to see any trace of evil. But no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find anything, his half smile was kind and his beautiful brown eyes seemed warmer than the sun. The woman tried to get those thoughts out of her head and concentrated on finding the right words.

"I asked you something. Answer."

The captain swallowed, still smiling and looking away. "I promise not to hurt you. I'm just an explorer of sorts. I came here looking for a new adventure."

and I think I found it, he thought

She still wary squinted her eyes a little without removing the knife from his throat.

"Don't worry, I'm not armed, you can search me if you want"

The latter was said with a hint of mischief. Y/n, who was not a fool, ignored his insinuation, even so she got up from above him and ordered him to get up, lightly hitting his leg with her foot. He obeyed and the woman quickly began to feel the sides of his body as a policeman would do. Shanks, smiling all the time, seemed to enjoy it while Y/n concentrated on trying to find some kind of knife but found nothing. Her hands reached her calves and went back up just to be completely sure. Y/n stood up looking at him with a frown.

"You were right, I didn't find anything.."

The captain put his hands on his hips with an even wider smile. "Did you need to double-check me?"

"Shut up" she rolled her eyes

Suddenly a high-pitched screech echoed through the air. The blue bird Shanks had seen earlier was circling overhead. It then gracefully descended to hover on a branch in front of them.

"You!"

Y/n pointed angrily at the bird as she moved closer to it.

"You gave me away, you bad bird!"

The bird began to cackle as if laughing while shaking its feathers. Then she whistled to him and he came flying to perch on her arm.

"Naughty boy" she whispered, smiling half-heartedly.

Shanks looked at everything with amusement. "I didn't know that bird was yours, what's its name?"

She was silent for a few seconds, undecided. Then she spoke.

"His name is Blue"

"And your name?" He asked smiling

There was a silence before she could speak "... Y/n"

His smile widened "Well, I'm glad Blue turned you in, otherwise I would never have met you."

The red-haired captain kept looking into the beautiful woman's eyes while she looked away. She wouldn't give in easily, she still didn't know if she could trust him.

Steeling herself, before he could say anything she looked at him and said, "Alright, explorer." She said with a hint of irony. "I don't care how far you've come or how many people you've brought here. I'm just warning you to get out of here soon. You're not welcome."

Shanks was surprised by her seriousness and her steel-cold gaze, however he felt a hint of admiration when he noticed how she defended her home. Y/n didn't wait for an answer and turned around and walked away with Blue flying above her. The red-haired man quickly followed her without giving up.

"Please wait, why do you say I'm not welcome?"

"Isn't it obvious? This island is sacred, our people live in community and harmony. The fact that a stranger steps on these lands is already a symbol of danger and instability. You cannot stay a second longer."

Shanks remained silent as he pondered. He had never stopped following her and had no idea where she was going, but he didn't want to lose her. Now the pirate was in a moral dilemma, should he stay and continue admiring the landscapes and its people or should he respect the sacred place and leave? He was in that when suddenly Y/n stopped abruptly raising an arm to stop him.

"What happe-"

She silenced him, she had heard something. Y/n shook her head, beside her and in the distance she had heard leaves rustling and footsteps. They weren't heavy steps but light and soft. Suddenly she saw the silhouette of a little girl who was absentmindedly looking at the ground while humming happily. Mele.

"I told you to stay home, brat.." she whispered desperately.

"What? Who is she? And wh-"

"Shh!! She mustn't see us, come hide!"

The woman grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him towards a thick bush, just like the hide and seek games she played with her little sister. They both crouched down and held their breath as their faces were very close to each other. The woman ignored him and occasionally poked her head out to see where Mele was.

Shanks couldn't stop staring at the native woman's features, he was completely mesmerized by her beauty. He had met many women in his life but none like her. Meanwhile Mele continued humming and collecting pretty flowers and leaves to make a bouquet. Before the captain could say anything Y/n stepped forward and said

"She's my sister and quite a gossip if you ask me." she said through clenched teeth. "If she sees you, we're screwed."

Y/n turned her gaze to see the pirate and met his sweet gaze and a kind smile that she thought was shit-eating.

"Could you please take off that stupid face and pay attention to what I'm saying?" she said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh but I heard every word, so you're afraid that your little sister will see you with a handsome man like me?" he mocked

He thought it was fun to make her angry while she rolled her eyes again and sighed annoyed.

"You are a complete idiot, and I thought it was just your face… listen to me carefully because I won't repeat it again. If my sister sees you, she will tell every inhabitant of the island she knows and in turn they will tell others and so the news will continue to grow like a snowball! So stay here and shut up!" She said without taking her eyes off Mele.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad. I'm good with kids."

Shanks then stood up and calmly came out of his hiding place as he approached the girl naturally as if he had known her all his life.

"What?! No!!"

Y/n exclaimed pleadingly and desperately but it was in vain. That man was running out of her patience. She remained in her hiding place clenching her fists and watching as the pirate spoke to Mele as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, little one, what's your name?"

The little girl who was crouching was startled and jumped up with wide eyes. Shanks giggled cutely.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Shanks."

He crouched down to be at the girl's height. She, sensing that the man was not bad, came a little closer, cautiously while holding the bouquet of flowers as if it were a life preserver.

"I-I am Mele..."

He smiled pleased. "Alright, Mele. What a pretty name."

She smiled proudly and happily, while Y/n behind the bush couldn't believe how he had already gained her trust in so few seconds. The red-haired man pointed at the flowers that Mele was carrying in her hands.

"They are very beautiful flowers, are they for someone special?"

Mele nodded, "They're for my sister and my mom who's waiting for me at home. In fact, I can't find my sister. Have you seen her?"

Y/n began to sweat cold, what if Shanks gave her away? Would he be capable of betraying her? She prayed with all her might that it wouldn't be like that. Shanks sneaked a glance at the bush but Mele didn't seem to notice.

"Well I have no idea what your sister looks like, but I'm sure I would recognize her anywhere and so far I haven't seen anyone" he said smiling.

Mele let out a disappointed oh, while Y/n closed her eyes and sighed in relief. In an attempt to adjust her cramped legs, she accidentally stepped on a branch, making a noise. Shanks and Mele turned to look at the bush.

"Well, I think we found her" He smiled mischievously

The blushing woman stood up and walked in long strides towards where the two of them were and then stood with her arms akimbo, very serious and embarrassed.

"SISTER!!!"

Mele hugged her waist tightly as if she were a snake which made Y/n let out a moan, but she couldn't keep up her serious facade any longer and let out a loving smile. Once again Shanks saw everything as if it were his own family, always smiling and feeling his heart melt.

"OK, ok tick. Now tell me why you didn't stay home like I told you to" said y/n scolding her

"I was bored, and I wanted to see the ship" she said with a shrug

"I told you it was dangerous!"

Before the sisters could argue, Shanks intervened conciliatorily.

"What ship are you talking about?"

"Don't get involved" said Y/N annoyed.

Mele, who thought Shanks was nice, answered calmly, "A few hours ago this morning we saw a large ship in the distance approaching the island! I wanted to stay and watch it, but my sister wouldn't let me" Mele answered, pouting, but there was mischief in her eyes.

Shanks laughed at the girl's impudence while Y/n wanted to kill her with her gaze, before either of them could speak, Mele continued

"You were on that ship, right?" She said, pointing at the pirate.

He and the woman were shocked at the little girl's intelligence. Shanks crouched down again to whisper to her, "If that were the case, what would you think of me?"

She smiled "I think you have a cool ship"

The man burst out laughing as he stood up, Y/n at his side covering her face. Mele was having a great time making her older sister mad, now she understood why she had gotten along so well with Shanks. The red-haired pirate stroked the girl's hair.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone please" he begged.

Y/n was annoyed by Shanks's audacity in ordering Mele around as if she were his own sister, but Mele's response surprised her.

"Sure!, I promise"

"Hey! You never obey me when I ask you for something" The woman said, offended.

"Because he said it nicely, and I like him." Mele said sticking out her tongue playfully

Shanks chuckled as Y/n was about to scold her again but Mele stepped forward and before leaving she whispered something in her sister's ear. Shanks couldn't hear anything but from Y/n's blushing expression he sensed that she knew something about him.

Y/n stood up slowly and with a red face, she didn't even dare to look Shanks in the eyes. He for his part seemed strange and amused at the same time by your vulnerable expression, it seemed that only his little sister could undo his serious and intimidating facade with a gesture or a few simple words. She took a few steps without saying anything and when the captain wanted to follow her, she stopped and turned around abruptly, raising an arm to stop him.

"I won't say it again, you have to go, please don't make it any harder" her serious tone became almost a tired plea.

Shanks' smile faded slowly as he watched her leave. He sighed in front of a silent forest, completely alone. Disillusioned, he set out on the way back to his ship with empty hands, but the biggest emptiness was in his heart. When he arrived at his ship, he saw that his crew had already prepared everything to spend the night and a few days there, soon the captain forced back a joy that he no longer felt as he asked if everything was ready.

"Oi captain, all set! Did you find anything interesting out there?" Yassop asked.

"Nothing for now, not even a bottle of rum! I'll come back tomorrow to try my luck." Shanks tried to laugh but the others noticed that his usual mood had dropped and they didn't know exactly why.

The red-haired man entered his cabin as dusk fell. The entire afternoon on the ship he was distant, lost in his thoughts. He tried to joke with his crew but it was obvious that everything felt unnatural. As night fell in his quarters Shanks looked out the porthole at the black night illuminated by the halo of moonlight that shone like pearls in the sea. For a moment he thought that the eyes of that woman were as bright or brighter than the moon. The captain slid a hand over his face as if he wanted to sweep away that thought and tried to sleep, but one thing was certain, he would not give up on trying to get to know her and as he promised tomorrow and the following days he would come back to look for her.

~ THE NEXT DAY ~

Y/n woke up from her cot the next morning and the first thing she thought about was Shanks, damn it. That slimy pirate with a pretty boy face and stunning charm better have left the island.

Dazzling charm? Pretty boy face? What the hell was wrong with her? She sighed and decided to start the day off right. She got up and changed into more comfortable clothes, then went to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast in a lacquered wooden bowl. Her little sister was already there.

"Hello flea" Y/n greeted with a yawn.

Mele frowned as she pouted, "I already told you not to call me that."

Her older sister laughed amusedly and ruffled her hair tenderly. "Oh, I know you love it."

The woman sat next to her at the table, both ate in silence until her mother entered the kitchen with a slow and heavy walk but without losing elegance despite her age.

"Good morning, how are my sunshines?

The older woman gave them both a loud kiss on the cheek while Y/n pretended to make a face of disgust which caused her mother to giggle. Then she went to change the water in a tiny vase where she had the wild flowers that Mele had collected the day before.

"Oh honey, this wild bouquet you gave me is beautiful, but changing the subject, tell me, what did you two do yesterday?"

Mele, still a little sleepy, could not get her grey cells working properly, so she had a small slip of the tongue.

"Oh yesterday we were walking and we saw a ma-"

Y/n stared at her sister with wide eyes and kicked her under the table. The girl let out a soft growl.

"Sorry honey a what? A ma..-?"

Her older sister quickly interrupted her. "A magnificent bird!" She laughed nervously. "Y-yeah, yeah, it was like a kind of red parrot with three feathers on its tail, right Mele?" she said, giving her little sister a look that was somewhere between pleading and threatening.

Mele swallowed her mouthful very quickly and started coughing "Uh, sure!.."

The mother looked from her eldest daughter to her youngest daughter, confused. They were definitely a little strange today.

"A bird, huh? And where exactly was it?"

Mele and Y/n looked at each other scared but before the little girl could screw up again she was quick to answer any ambiguity

"Uh well, h-he was standing on a rock but then he saw us and flew away"

"A heart-shaped rock!" Mele exclamed

Now I'll kill you, girl

The mother looked at the little girl even more confused and scrutinized her eyes suspiciously. Mele, instead of helping, was making things worse, so Y/n played her last card.

"Well yes, it was a kind of strange shape but if you saw it from a distance I guess it looked like a heart" she laughed nervously again "Oh, in fact Blue informed us about the new bird"

At that very moment, as if he knew they were talking about him, the blue bird flew over and stopped on the edge of the window, uttering a melodious chirp. The mother, seeing him, softened her features and revealed a wide smile.

"Alright if Blue was with you then it must have been like that, he never lies" Needless to say, her mother trusted that wild bird more than her own daughters.

"Ok sweetheart If that strange bird is still around here, we should protect it from other predators, it may be in danger of extinction. Call me the next time you see it, okay?"

Both sisters vigorously attended, hoping that their mother would leave soon so they could talk in peace. Luckily, their wishes were heard and the older lady left smiling without saying anything else. A sigh of relief could be heard in the kitchen, it seemed that the waters had calmed down, or not.

Y/n facing her sister on the other side of the table got as close as she could and quietly exclaimed

"What the hell were you thinking?! You almost told Mom about Shanks!"

"I'm really sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I just completely forgot, I didn't want to break my promise" Mele sounded so distressed that Y/n softened a little

"It's okay, calm down. Nothing irreparable happened. For now." She said, bringing her cup to her lips.

Mele, more happy, rested her elbows on the table, holding her face with both hands. "So? Do you like Shanks?" she asked cheekily.

Y/n spat the drink onto the wood as she coughed "WHAT?! DID YOU GONE CRAZY?!"

Mele laughed out loud in amusement because she had noticed her sister's blushing face, and it wasn't because of the cough.

"What? I was just asking. He's nice, I like him."

"Yeah, whatever, I hope he's gone like I told him."

Mele stood up and went to his side "No! Why did you do that?"

"Because any foreign man is a threat on this island," she came closer and said in a low, conspiratorial tone, "and even more so a pirate."

She then got up from the table, put her bowl in the sink and left the house to work in the field.

She walked with confident steps towards a harvest field near her house. In the distance she could see people working in their own fields under a scorching sun with the only protection of a wide-brimmed hat and a scarf underneath to cover their heads. Y/n took a scarf and tied it around her head, covering her hair, then she took a rake and began to plow the land, hoping that Shanks wasn't there. But unfortunately for her, the red-haired captain had already arrived early and was calmly leaning against a palm tree, looking at her with devotion and his typical mischievous smile.

"I didn't expect to see you so early, you're an early bird" he laughed softly

The woman was startled and dropped the rake with a thud, she looked everywhere for where the voice came from until she saw him resting in the shade near several palm trees.

"And apparently you are a vulture, what the hell are you doing there spying on me?"

The man shook his head laughing amusedly "Spying is a strong word, I was just watching your work."

Y/n rolled her eyes and picked up the rake to continue her work without paying attention to him. Shanks meanwhile continued to watch him intently from his spot, his eyes moving up from her toned legs passing by her exposed hips until reaching her muscular arms that held that rake tightly. With curiosity he turned his gaze to the ground and noticed that the lines she created were a pattern, a drawing and not simple straight lines. Before he could speak she exclaimed

"Are you going to keep watching for a long time? I can see you drooling from here. Besides, I remember telling you to stay away from the island, am I wrong?" He said without stopping or looking at him.

"My bad, you are really a woman like few others" he purred flirtatiously.

He approached intrigued, standing a meter away from her with his hands on his hips admiring the work on the ground.

"Forgive me for butting in, but may I ask what that pattern means?"

She sighed and finally looked at him. "Our ancient ancestors discovered a way to grow food faster and more effectively. Instead of creating boring vertical lines, they began to draw symbols related to nature, especially water and the sun, which is the main benefactor of the harvest."

Patiently Y/n began to draw what at first looked like doodles, she started with an inverted triangle and then drew a small circle in the center. "The triangle symbolizes water and the circle the sun, they are the two most important elements of our culture, it is deeply rooted in the Inti ceremony that is in a few days."

Shanks listened attentively as she explained everything about her culture as if she were a teacher. She continued drawing other symbols such as a crescent moon on another inverted triangle, this time with a line in the middle.

"This is the symbol of the moon," he said, pointing to the drawing above the triangle, "and this other one symbolizes the earth. These are other important elements of nature, but to a lesser extent than the sun and water, since the harvest never stops at night; on the contrary, it continues to grow."

The captain lifted the brim of his hat with a finger, absorbed by Y/n's explanation. He never imagined how much wealth he could find on that island, nor how everything material could be worth as much as the knowledge that that civilization held.

"And… could you explain to me what the Inti ceremony is about?

Shanks had asked with such tact and respect that Y/n's frown softened and he explained kindly. The Inti ceremony was a kind of party that was organized at the end of spring to welcome summer, in the past the god of the sun, Inti was highly revered and that party was always held in his honor.

"All the guests dress in white and a large bonfire is lit in the center while people dance around it. The sun in our culture is a symbol of joy and happiness, a symbol of hope and vitality. Have you noticed that the sun is always there whether you want it or not? When you wake up to a new day, with every step you take with the sunlight illuminating your feet, even if the capricious clouds try to hide it, even if it rains or thunders, it's always there and it always comes out again"

Y/n's eyes sparkled with every word as her gaze drifted toward the horizon, into the distance, and a small smile appeared on her mouth. The pirate looked at her as if he were seeing her through a new lens, a pink one, looking at another facet of that woman, one that was delicate and loving like a mother's hug, and he didn't want her to go away again, he wanted to embrace that side of her and never let it go.

"Now I realize that your eyes are prettier when they shine," he said without thinking and almost in a whisper.

Y/n opened her eyes wide in surprise, staring at him for a few seconds with her lips parted. But all charm vanished as she shook her head and seemed to come back to her senses. "Anyway, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do before the big day comes."

Before either of them could say anything, Blue appeared flying above them, flew up and down three times, turned around and appeared again. The woman stopped, looking at the sky in concern.

"She's trying to tell me something, I think someone is coming and it could be my mother, quickly hide!"

Shanks obeyed without a word and hid near the palm trees, crouching low to the ground so as not to be seen. At that very moment, Y/n's mother came out through the back door with a large hat on her head and carrying a basket.

"Hi dear, I see you're working hard for the ceremony, that seems great to me since there's a lot to do and everything needs to be ready by tomorrow. Just don't overexert yourself, okay?"

Y/n blinked in confusion as the whirlwind of words rang out. “Beg you pardon? Tomorrow? I thought the party was in three days.”

The mother shook her head vigorously. "Oh no, sweetheart, I see that you are a little distracted, but I don't blame you. You are always here and there doing things. Today is Friday, my love. The party is tomorrow, Saturday."

Y/n let out a soft, anguished moan but tried to smile, her mother on the other hand didn't seem to notice anything.

"Well, I won't keep you any longer. I'm going to visit a sick friend and I have to treat her wounds. I won't be back until tonight. Take good care of Mele and don't fight, alright?"

The daughter nodded and the old mother kissed her forehead whispering an "I love you". Then she walked away, heading off through the meadows towards the hills. After she left Y/n tapped her forehead with the tip of the rake stick, cursing her bad luck. Shanks who had heard everything slowly approached her.

"So… In the end the party is tomorrow.."

Y/n let out an impatient growl and glared at the man but before she could do anything to him he continued

"Wait, wait, I don't want to cause you any trouble. In fact, I have an offer for you. I'll help you prepare everything for tomorrow if you let me participate in the ceremony."

The woman let out an almost ironic laugh but then became serious. "Are you crazy or what? Do you think you can just come and sneak into a sacred festival, appropriating our culture?" she spat hatefully.

Shanks' eyes showed pain and anguish, it hurt him that she said that about him because he had no bad intentions, although he perfectly understood her anger. He slowly approached her closer.

"Listen to me, I wasn't lying when I said I came here looking for an adventure." He gently slid a hand down her arm. "And if you think the only adventure a pirate can have is getting drunk, sleeping with women, and destroying everything in his path, you're wrong. We're much more than that. I really don't want to hurt you or your village. I just want to learn from what you can teach me." he finished, making warm circles with his thumb on her arm.

The captain's eyes pierced Y/n's but with a sweetness that was almost unbearable, much more than if he had looked at her with a threat. The chocolate in his gaze burned her skin more than the sun. The woman tried as she might, she couldn't look away. She wanted to believe him, she wanted to melt in his words like hot wax, she wanted to cling to that man who knew nothing but whose kindness had softened her and seemed to have known him for centuries. Her eyes involuntarily fell on his lips, they seemed so soft and they must have been sweet like honey, she imagined them pink, swollen, as if they had a life of their own and sought out by inertia, her own lips, her skin, her body. She quickly closed her eyes tightly wanting to divert that sinful thought. The pirate, upon realizing it, could only smile.

"I-I can try, but you'll have to blend in with us."

The captain, unable to resist any longer, hugged her warmly with a smile. At first Y/n froze with a soft moan, startled by this display of physical affection, but then she let herself melt into that hug as if it were the best thing in the world, like a safe place, sighing contentedly. It was what she needed.

"Although, you know, the thing about getting drunk and sleeping with women wasn't a lie either-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman stepped back, offended, and punched him in the abdomen. Although the blow was softer than expected, it seemed that she was secretly amused by it as well. Shanks laughed heartily, holding his stomach, and she looked away, trying in vain to hide a smile that threatened to appear at the corner of her lips.

"Alright let's get one thing straight, you'll be able to attend the festival but you'll have to work hard and change your clothes so you don't get recognized. And one last thing, this will be the first and last time I help you, did I make myself clear?"

He smirked "Loud and clear, I'm used to working anyway, I don't think you'll give me any more work than my saltwater crew."

She raised a skeptical eyebrow and turned to grab another rake. "Less talk and more action." she tossed the wooden object to him, which he deftly caught in mid-air. "Try to keep up with me." she said, explaining how to make the symbols.

They spent most of the afternoon working in the field, creating drawings all over the meadow without stopping. They also prepared a couple of logs and dry branches for the big bonfire they had in the middle of the field behind Y/n's house. They worked hard without stopping while she kept telling him things about her island and he gave her discreet glances when she wasn't looking.

"Ok, I think we're done for today" Y/n said wiping the sweat from her forehead and sitting on a rock

The redhead sat down next to her with a crooked smile. "You don't even take a minute to rest, huh? Your mother said not to overexert yourself."

She laughed mockingly "Oh shut up, this ceremony is very important to us and it's always done in a big way" Y/n's smile faded a little "Besides.. Mama Cala worries a lot about us because we're the only thing she has left.. Dad died two years ago and since then she hasn't stopped taking care of us and overprotecting us. Sometimes I think it's because she feels guilty for not being able to save dad, she became a doctor after the accident…"

A solemn, heavy silence fell, laden with tension that was only broken when Shanks asked

"What happened to your father?.."

Y/n took a deep breath before answering in a small voice, "He… he liked to sail like you… one day a storm broke out in the middle of the sea. We haven't seen him again since that day."

"I'm so sorry.."

She nodded and closed her eyes trying not to let the tears escape while twisting her fingers anxiously. Shanks didn't want to see her like that and felt guilty for asking that, he tried to save the situation as best he could.

"B-but maybe your father is still alive out there and you didn't know it."

Y/n let out a dull, bitter laugh as she opened her now wet eyes. "After two years? Really? And according to you, where is he? Why didn't he come with us?" She finished with some resentment.

He sighed, "Look, I may not know much about loss, but if there's one thing I do know, it's how lucky I am to have the people I have left. I'd give anything for my crew! And you're lucky too, I know that. You have your little sister and your mother alive, hold on to them tooth and nail and protect them with your body and soul.. and you have me."

Her eyes widened but he continued talking. "I know what I mean when I tell you that you're not alone, you never have been. And I promise not to leave you now."

Shanks slowly raised a hand near her face waiting for her approval, she nodded and he wiped her tears, delaying each gesture on purpose, allowing himself to caress and feel that soft skin under the tips of his fingers. Y/n closed her eyes to better savor the moment, her senses wide awake to feel the warmth of that hand on her face. Shanks cupped her cheek while his thumb caressed the top of her cheekbone. She tilted her head slightly, sighing softly as she rested her own hand on top of his. Without thinking, she placed a sweet kiss on his palm.

"Thank you, Shanks. You are a good man after all, like my father used to be"

That confession and comparison made Shanks take a deep breath as he felt his pulse quicken. Then she leaned against his chest and hugged his torso while he surrounded her back and waist with his strong arms. They stayed like that for a long time while they watched the sun set, the two of them alone now united in a hug that was worth more than a thousand words. A strong feeling of trust and protection for each other had settled between them.

After several minutes that seemed like hours, they both got up and headed to Y/n's house holding hands, without saying anything. Upon reaching the entrance of the house, Shanks was about to say goodbye when she abruptly interrupted him.

"Do you want to stay?"

He looked at her confused and a little perplexed, she was quick to add

"I mean, not here inside the house, I can make a place for you in the bunk, it's almost like a barn and there's plenty of room." She said in one breath

He laughed, "But wasn't your mother coming back tonight? In fact, she shouldn't be long in coming."

"She won't find out if you hide well" Y/n said biting her lower lip in an amused smile while raising one shoulder, it was almost as if she was playing a child's prank.

He licked his lips and smiled widely. "Well, if I turn up dead tomorrow morning, you know whose fault it is."

She laughed in amusement and murmuring a "come on" she took him by the wrist and ran to where the horses were. A rather large cot emerged in front of them, she opened the wooden fence and lit an oil lamp that hung on one side of the entrance. When the place was illuminated, rows of horses of all breeds and sizes could be seen. Gray, Isabelline, jet black, brown, etc. Y/n was the first to reach the center and turning with her arms raised she exclaimed

"Ta-daaa! This will be your little paradise for tonight, make yourself at home" she laughed

Shanks looked around the place in admiration "Why do you have..-?"

"..This place?" She interrupted, smiling. "A horse is very useful for long distances. We also lend horses to local people."

Y/n guided him to a spot behind a pile of straw. "Well, here you'll sleep and be well hidden. The straw also keeps you warm at night." She winked

Shanks looked at her gratefully "Thanks for all this. I mean it"

She blushed and downplayed it, "It's nothing, a favor is repaid with a favor. But I have a question, won't your crew worry about your absence?"

Shanks laughed, "Those fried fish only worry about the lack of rum. Don't worry, I already told them not to be alarmed if I'm gone for a few days. Besides, they'll probably think I'm busy with… more important matters." He looked at the woman's figure with his gaze while giving her a mischievous smile.

Y/n realized what he meant and turned bright red as she babbled incoherently, he just laughed out loud in amusement.

"Uhm great, good for you I guess. Uh now if you'll excuse me I have to go. I'll be back in a little while to bring you food and drinks. Good night."

Nervously she trotted away while he kept laughing and smiling.

Meanwhile Y/n ran into the house, out of the corner of her eye she saw that her mother was already close. She quickly slammed the door shut as she sighed, Mele had woken up from her nap by all the noise and was approaching her, rubbing one eye still half asleep.

"What's going on sister, what's all the noise?" she said yawning.

"Shh mom is coming soon and she mustn't find out that Shanks is sleeping in the cot, promise you won't say anything"

Mele's sweet little face lit up and suddenly all the sleepiness was gone "SHANKS IS HERE?! I WANT TO SEE HIM-!"

Before she could finish her sentence, her sister quickly covered her mouth. "SHHH!! Lower your voice! Do you want mama to kill us both?!"

Just then, like an apparition, her mother entered through the front door with the empty basket and her hat in her hand. Both sisters gulped loudly and stood rigid next to each other.

"Hello my little angels, I'm back. Have you been good?"

The old woman left the basket on the table and hung her hat on a coat rack turning her back on them.

"Of course mother, will we ever disobey you?" The older sister put a finger on her lips ordering Mele to be silent.

The woman turned around laughing "Well don't get me started because the list is long" then she saw that the two of them were too stiff and she worried "are you both okay?"

Mele and Y/n attended without saying a word

She sighed resignedly. "You two have been acting very strange lately, anyway. I'm going to sleep, I'm exhausted."

The sisters followed with their eyes the movements of their mother who walked slowly to her room, suddenly she turned around, startling them.

"By the way, girls, I've already told you a thousand times not to light the oil lamp that's in the cot at night, it's a waste."

Y/n started to sweat cold "T-t-the lamp?"

"Yes, love, the lamp that is outside, what else? I already turned it off, but don't let it happen again."

"DID YOU TURN IT OFF?!" The older sister screamed terrified.

The woman was scared "Y/n what's wrong with you? Yes, I turned it off, why would that be a bad thing, did i do something wrong?"

"No, no, it's ok. Sorry mom, it's been a tiring day for me too. Come on, I'll walk you to your room."

Before leaving with her mother, without her hearing, she whispered to the little girl, "Go see how he is and bring him food, but be careful and don't let anyone see you."

The little sister nodded very seriously as her older sister put their mother to bed. Silently on her toes the little girl grabbed a tray full of food and a glass of fresh water. Balancing herself she opened the door and walked over to the large cot, swaying slightly. Before entering she put the tray down and turned on the lamp. Soon everything was lit up almost as if it were daytime. She looked around for Shanks and saw him crouching behind the pile of straw, very still.

"Here!" he exclaimed in a low voice

Mele went as fast as he could with the heavy tray towards him, the pirate smiled in relief.

"Thank goodness, I was starving"

"We were scared, we thought mom had found you"

Shanks smiled to himself thinking that Y/n cared about him.

"I hid just in time and threw myself to the ground. It's a miracle that my stomach growls didn't give me away."

Mele giggled "Don't worry, I brought you fruit and various foods"

"Thanks, Mele"

The girl smiling placed the tray on the floor in front of him and was about to leave when the captain gently stopped her.

"Wait, don't go, please tell Y/n that I want to see her" the pirate felt a little disappointed because he thought she was going to bring him food and not her little sister.

The mischievous girl smiled knowingly and nodded and ran back to her house. Y/n was just leaving her mother's room.

"Mama is already asleep, luckily she is a deep sleeper"

The older sister noticed that Mele was too happy and asked her what was wrong.

"Shanks wants to see you" she simply said raising her eyebrows repeatedly

Y/n suddenly got nervous but her understanding little sister kissed her cheek saying goodnight and went to her room. The older one stayed in the empty and dark living room, sighing alone with the moonlight as her only company. Shanks wanted to see her… why? She couldn't help but feel anxious as she pinched her fingertips and bit her lips. She began to think about the time she had spent with him and how much her way of thinking about the pirate had changed. She felt different, but that wasn't bad. She had learned to understand him and to understand that sometimes a stranger in your life isn't necessarily an enemy, sometimes it's just someone sent into your life to teach you, take care of you and love you. Love, was that what she felt deep in her chest, in her stomach? But the most important question she had to ask herself was not that but another, that love… could it be reciprocal?

Determined, she took a deep breath, taking courage, and walked with a sure and firm step towards where he was. The oil lamp was still lit. The red-haired man had come out of his hiding place a little so that she could see him. Y/n felt fire under her skin and tried not to blush. She walked looking at the ground towards the captain who saw her smiling without looking away. It was curious, how at first the woman could stare at him as a way of intimidation and now she felt inhibited and vulnerable every time he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"I thought you had forgotten about me" he laughed softly

"I was just taking my mother to sleep… I see you're almost finished with your meal, you were hungry.." She said pointing to the tray

He nodded smiling, "but there is still some food left if you want to join me."

Shanks left her a place in front of him, placing the tray to the side. Y/n wasn't expecting that gesture and was about to reject the offer, but there was so much kindness in his eyes that he ended up convincing her and she sat down cross-legged. He offered her a piece of bread, which she gladly accepted.

There was a slightly awkward silence that neither of them dared to break, both ate without saying anything.

"You know… before I came to this island I was sailing the four seas, trying, no… hoping that one day I could set foot on solid ground again. And then a pirate from my crew spotted your island, the rest is history" he said smiling.

Y/n was making little crumbs with the piece of bread she had left, a little distracted. She couldn't concentrate if he looked at her like that, so sweet and protective.

He noticed she was lost in her thoughts and joked "Hey don't play with the food, you'll waste it."

Smiling, she held up the piece of bread. "How about throwing it over your head, so it wouldn't go to waste."

It sounded like a scolding but beneath those words there was tenderness so they both laughed sweetly. Y/n cleared her throat looking at him

"But… what is your point?"

Shanks moved closer. "The point is, you fell from the sky. You came to my aid when I needed it most and you didn't even notice. As you may have noticed, I love spending my life on the high seas, but sometimes it can get boring, and I was really desperate to set foot on solid ground." He laughed and looked at her tenderly.

She swore she could melt in that gaze so full of devotion, the way his eyes shone as if she were the goddess Aphrodite herself, was something her heart couldn't stand, no one had ever looked at her like that before, ever. Y/n sat down next to him and said confidently

"I told you about my island and its people, why don't you tell me about your ship and its pirates?"

And so began a long conversation where both had lain down on the ground next to each other as if they were looking at the stars. Shanks told her about his crew, about his ship and his adventures, where he lived and the feats he had done and hoped to continue doing. She listened attentively, surprised, sometimes happy for him. Her eyes scanned his face that seemed lost in his memories, she liked the way his lips healed into a smile or how his chocolate eyes seemed to grow larger with each word. It was certainly a face like few others, it was handsome. Little by little the laughter filled the place

"So Yassop was drinking his beer without realizing that there was a fly inside, he almost drowned!"

The captain was holding his stomach from laughing so hard while she threw her head back in a loud laugh. The red-haired captain looked at her amused, it was the first time he heard her laugh. She was still laughing when she met the pirate's dreamy eyes, looking at her intensely.

"I should make you laugh more often, you have a beautiful laugh"

The air caught in her throat as she looked into his eyes, so close and yet so far. Why did he say all those nice things about her? Y/n remembered that pirates seduced women as a game, would it be like that this time? But no. She wanted to believe that he didn't, those eyes didn't lie. It seemed like she could hang the moon and stars from them. Without even thinking about it, her eyes went to his mouth and by instinct she slightly opened hers. He gently touched her cheek and she felt lost, she gave in, she let herself fall into his charms. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to do it. Without wasting any more time she leaned closer to his chest and kissed him. It was a shy kiss at first with him guiding her to it, but the more she tasted his mouth the more desires and need she felt. The heat they both felt was indescribable, the kiss became hungrier and more heated, as if they needed each other's lips to survive. Shanks gently got on top of her without crushing her and with one hand resting on the back of her neck and the other on her waist he ran his mouth over her jaw. His beard tickled her but it didn't bother her at all, it only turned her on more. His warm lips went down her jaw near her ear and below to her neck. Y/n already felt her body tremble and writhe and instinctively she tangled her legs around his. Shanks' firm but gentle hand didn't leave her neck as he now concentrated on leaving kisses on her collarbones and shoulders.

"Shanks ~..."

Her soft moan only gave him courage to continue going down. Y/n's hands were on his back and threatened to get under his shirt to scratch his skin. His ears filled with sighs every time he caressed her bust with his half-open mouth while with his other free hand he caressed her lower back. Y/n arched like a cat from the wonders that the pirate caused in her. Shanks continued to go down even further trying to please the desire of both, he stopped especially on her lower belly which caused another moan this time more delicious than the previous one. Eager to hear more he began to kiss and gently bite her belly holding her thighs with both hands tracing circles and putting pressure on the flaccid flesh

"Oh Shanks...!"

This time the electrifying sensation that ran through her spine was indescribable and her core began to pump intensely with a sharp pain. Throwing her head back and breathing with her mouth open, she clung to his hair as she tried in vain to stop those palpitations. Shanks smiled mischievously against her skin, very aware of what he did to her. Sure of his abilities to disarm women in a jiffy, he passionately kissed the inner part of her thighs near her intimacy. Y/n's body writhed even more like a worm as a cacophony of muffled moans came out of her mouth and her pelvis began to rock back and forth gently as if it had a life of its own. Her mind was a blur, unable to think clearly about anything other than Shanks's mouth and how much she wanted him to make her his, but drawing strength from who knows where she was able to clear her mind with difficulty to realize that they were still in the bunk and not in Eden, moreover, they were still on her island, at night and with her little sister and her mother sleeping in the house that was a few meters away.

"Shanks, wait..." She said, breathing heavily.

He looked at her, surprised, attentive and a little worried at her words.

"I can't... we can't"

She realized that he thought something was wrong with her so she rushed to reassure him.

"It's not that I don't want to… but, I don't know, aren't we going too fast? We can't do this. Not like this, in a barn surrounded by horses. My mother doesn't even know you're here."

He sighed and acknowledged that she was right. He slowly stood up and with one hand helped her to stand, gently adjusting the fallen strap of her top while they both caught their breath.

"Forgive me, it was my fault"

She was quick to hush him sweetly "No, it was both of us" then with a shy smile she said "I guess I can't resist your charms"

He smiled, "and I guess I'll see you again tomorrow, at the festival."

"Does that mean you're not staying overnight?" she asked, a little disappointed.

He took her hand and kissed it warmly. "No, I don't want to cause you any more trouble, besides I think it's time to go back to my old ship, he must miss me." He laughed but there was no trace of emotion in his voice.

Y/n's face showed some affliction but she nodded understandingly, before saying goodbye she made a gesture to kiss his cheek but before her lips landed on the side of his skin Shanks turned his face and kissed her on the lips. This time it was a quick kiss but full of love. The pirate took off from her and walked away towards the beach while she sent him a sad flying kiss with the tips of her fingers. With a hole in her heart she headed back to the house, luckily neither Mele nor her mother Cala had woken up so without further ado she slowly went to her room and lay down looking at the moon through her window while a tear ran down her cheek to end up on her pillow.

For his part, Shanks walked along the sand, dodging some palm leaves and having the moon as his only source of light. When he reached his precious ship, he saw that there were some pirates sleeping in hammocks hanging on the deck in the starlight. It seemed that everyone was snoring except for someone, someone who seemed to be hiding in the shadows, smoking quietly.

"I know that look, captain…"

The redhead who hadn't seen him was startled, he tried to see in the darkness but it wasn't necessary, the man with that voice appeared, leaning into the light. It was Beckman.

"Geez, man. You scared the shit out of me" he laughed nervously

Beckman just smiled, taking another drag on his cigarette.

"And I don't know what you're talking about"

Shanks was about to leave when Beckman exclaimed, "You met a woman, and apparently she's not like any other."

The captain looked at him in surprise, he was about to deny everything but gave up and simply laughed softly and tiredly.

"Is it so obvious?"

"You're never away for so long, Captain, and you never come back with those eyes. I can see it in you Shanks, it's love"

Shanks sat down next to him and began to tell him everything he had been through the last few days.

"She drives me crazy, I've never felt like this"

"Looks like the captain finally got a taste of his own medicine," Beckman laughed.

He sighed "Any advice?"

Beckman stubbed out his cigarette by crushing it against the wooden floor. "Listen, Captain, if what you feel is true love, I advise you not to let her go. Go to the festival and confess your feelings."

After saying that he got up and went to his cabin, Shanks after thinking for a while went to his and tried to sleep thinking about what his friend told him

...The next day...

Y/n woke up yawning, she felt like she had slept for ten days, she saw the sunlight coming through her window and smiled, it was warm and bright. Warm and bright… like Shanks' eyes. Suddenly the pirate's face crept into her mind and the memories of the previous night… The barn, his hands on her body. Instinctively Y/n slid the palm of her hand towards her belly and went down, down, down…

At that moment her sister bursts into her room, slamming the door loudly. Y/n blushed and startled, quickly moved her hand away from her lower belly.

"Jesus, Mele! You can't just come in like a tornado!!"

Mele, ignoring her and very happy, jumped onto her bed and shook her like a rag doll. "GET UP, GET UP, TODAY IS THE PARTY!"

Then she noticed that her older sister was blushing like a rose in May. "Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?"

She got up in a hurry. "Nothing, it's nothing. I'm fine. Let's go have breakfast."

In the kitchen was his mother, who had gotten up earlier than usual this time and was pouring fruit juice from a large jug.

"Hello my loves, did you sleep well?"

Mele and Y/n sat at the table eating while nodding happily and chatting about the ceremony that would take place that night.

"Thanks to you the ceremony will be a success, you did a good job cleaning and decorating, Y/n. Did Mele help you?"

"Uh yes mother, yes she did"

The old woman noticed that Y/n was distracted in her thoughts as she stirred the food on her plate with her spoon, not tempted to try anything.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? Are you sick? If you want, I can bring you some medicine.." Her mother said as she checked her daughter with her hand to see if she had a fever.

The older sister gently pushed her mother's hand away. "I'm fine, Mom. I just need some fresh air. Excuse me."

Without looking at anyone she pushed her plate away and left the house, she could feel the scrutinizing gaze of the two of them. With her spirits down and unable to think clearly she headed towards the quiet and silent jungle. She needed to clear her mind, she felt so confused. Is that what love causes? Not being able to eat or think well? Well, what a pain love is. Without looking very well where she was going as she was concentrating on kicking a stone off the ground, Y/n walked and walked until she collided with someone.

"Hey! Watch where you're wal-!"

She exclaimed annoyed but couldn't finish the sentence because when she looked up she was left breathless at the sight of the pirate who had stolen so many of her sighs.

"Me? But the one who wasn't looking where she was walking was you" he laughed amused.

"S-Shanks.. I didn't expect to meet you so soon"

"I was just getting some fresh air, looks like you needed it too…"

She nodded, putting a lock of hair behind her ear, visibly embarrassed. Suddenly she didn't know what to say, she didn't want there to be an awkward silence, but she felt like she couldn't concentrate if she was in his presence. All strength and courage vanished if Shanks was near, she felt more vulnerable, as if he could break through every cold and hard shell, break through that wall of ice to finally reach her warm heart.

"The party isn't until tonight… are you still planning on going?" She stammered timidly

"Of course I'm going, I wouldn't miss it for anything. And I always keep my word." he said, raising one hand and resting the other on his heart.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh softly and Shanks' chest swelled with happiness at having at least managed to make her smile.

"Well, remember that others can't know that you're not an inhabitant of this island, so I'll have to camouflage you."

"Oh yeah? And how?" He smiled, putting his hands on his hips.

She began to circle around his figure like a predator analyzing its prey. "Well.. first of all, you should change those clothes. We like to use other types of fabrics here."

Y/n continued to circle around him, admiring Shanks' figure from top to bottom. She noticed that he was thin but his muscles could still be seen beneath his shirt. The redhead smiled mischievously, letting her continue to look at him like a Greek statue.

"Really? But I like this shirt" He said raising his arms in a T shape.

"Yes, I see, you like it so much that you don't even take it off to wash it" she laughed mockingly.

Then behind Shanks' back and with him still raising his arms, she began to touch the fabric to check its texture and the state it was in. She ran her hands delicately down his back, slowly going up which caused an exquisite shiver in Shanks but he concentrated on hiding it. Y/n ran her hands over his shoulders reaching his biceps, she felt his burly muscles through the fabric and felt her breathing accelerate.

"Everything okay there?" Shanks teased amusedly.

Y/n seemed to come down from the cloud and cleared her throat, standing in front of him. "Of course, but I have bad news for you, your shirt needs an urgent wash. I'll lend you some other clothes tonight."

"Whatever you say." he said, smiling mischievously.

"Mmh and there's something else" Y/n's gaze went to his head "You can't wear that hat" she said pointing at the straw hat.

"Oh, this one?" He took off his hat and she rushed to grab it but he held it up laughing "But it's special, I always wear it."

"Aha, you said the same thing about your shirt. Give it to me."

The woman began to jump, almost climbing over him, trying in vain to reach the hat while the captain continued to hold it with his arm raised and spinning around laughing out loud. Y/n growled in annoyance until at one point she stepped wrong and stumbled backwards, but before falling Shanks quickly caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist and back while still holding the hat. For an instant they both looked at each other and the world seemed to stop.

"Are you alright?" He asked worried

She nodded mesmerized, he smiled relievedly and then placed his straw hat on her head lovingly.

"I think it suits you better than me"

She gulped and slowly stood up, taking off her hat and holding it to her chest. "Uhm, I'll give it back to you once the festival is over. I promise."

"I know you will" he said smiling and gave her a kiss on the cheek "See you tonight, I have to get back to my crew"

Y/n watched as he walked away, she still held the hat but this time she squeezed it tighter as she felt her left cheek burn under the skin where he had kissed her. Without thinking she touched her face smiling sideways. That afternoon was quite chaotic, Y/n and Mele kept organizing some pending things for the ceremony, they chose their outfits without stopping fighting and helped their mother with whatever she needed. On Shanks' ship everything was laughter and alcohol as always, only Beckman and the captain knew about the festival, his friend promised to keep the secret just in case. So each one spent the day busy as best they knew how until night fell, with the sun hiding on the horizon and the sky turning purple.

"Alright, I think I'll go stretch my legs a little, see you later" said the captain without hiding his enthusiasm for seeing Y/n

"Oh what happened captain? Come on! Stay with us a little longer, we'll play cards and there will be a singing competition" exclaimed one

Shanks turned as he continued walking away, "I'm sorry guys, another time."

Without bothering to make an excuse, Shanks walked away confidently while the others stared at him. Yassop walked over to Beckman's side.

"That's weird, he never misses a good competition, he didn't even tell us where he was going exactly. Do you know anything, Beck?" he asked suspiciously.

"No" He said bluntly, "and don't bother trying to find out."

On the other side of the island, Y/n was waiting impatiently for Shanks. Mele and her mother had gone to visit a neighboring family to invite them to the festival. Sitting on a rock, she held a long, clean white cloth resembling a tunic on her lap. Next to her were a pair of shorts and a seed necklace. Every so often, she turned nervously to look at her clothes, wanting to make sure she had everything ready. Suddenly, Shanks came trotting to meet her. When he stood in front of her he noticed her change of clothes, she was wearing a long white skirt open at the sides that highlighted her waist and a white crossed top tied around her neck. She was beautiful

"You're finally here!" she sighed in relief.

He noticed that she had been worried and smiled.

"Did you doubt me?" He said, raising an amused eyebrow.

She rolled her eyes, "No time for jokes, come change your clothes."

She dragged him by the doll into the house and to her room. They were going so fast that Shanks didn't have time to admire the house, but when he got to her room he took the time to inspect the place. It wasn't very big but it felt warm and comfortable. The bed took up the whole center of the room while the window on the right was open and let in the cool breeze. Y/n hurried to hand him the clothes throwing them into his arms.

"There in a corner behind you is the mirror, I'll be back in a minute" and after that she ran away

Shanks looked at the cloths in confusion, noticing that a cloth had to be tied on top like a toga. He got rid of his old shirt, leaving him bare-chested, but had trouble trying to tie the cloth over his chest. Luckily, Y/n came back quickly.

"Are you ready?"

She stifled a cry of exclamation upon seeing him without his shirt and quickly, without controlling her blush, turned to look elsewhere.

"So sorry! I thought you were already dressed…"

He laughed, "I think I have a problem with this kind of toga, I've never worn anything like that."

"Let me help you"

Y/n walked over to him trying not to look at his abs or chest and grabbed the fabric with sweaty and slightly shaky hands. She crossed the fabric over his chest and placed it over one shoulder. She then tied it with a clasp in the back.

"There! It wasn't that hard," she laughed and said without thinking, "Do you want me to help you with your pants?"

Shanks looked at her at first surprised but then a wide and amused smile formed on his face, realizing what he had just said she opened her eyes wide and turned red.

"NO, IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I MEANT..UH.. NEVERMIND!"

She told him to hurry up because the ceremony was about to start and she walked away again but this time she would wait for him to come out of his room. She didn't have to wait long when Shanks came out dressed in the new clothes, he looked like a different person.

"Perfect, just this" she grabbed the necklace and placed it around her neck "Now yes, are you ready. Let's go?"

They both left the house holding hands like a couple of lovebirds. In the center of the field the bonfire was already lit and the party was in full swing, people laughing and drinking happy to be surrounded by loved ones. Y/n approached her mother and Mele. The old woman was surprised to see her arrive holding the hand of a stranger, while the younger sister could hardly hide her joy.

"Sweetheart, who is he?" she asked suspiciously.

"He's… Eudora's cousin, do you remember me telling you about him? The one who lived on the other side of the island" Y/n's words had some truth to them, Eudora was a friend of her mother and she had a cousin but he clearly didn't look anything like Shanks.

Cala smiled in relief. "Oh yes, love, I remember it well. Nice to finally meet you, Hako."

Shanks looked at Y/n in confusion and she gave him a raised eyebrow look as if to say 'just go with the flow'. The pirate smiled at the older woman and shook her hand.

"The pleasure is mine, ma'am"

The mother excused herself for a moment and went somewhere else. Mele, unable to resist any longer, pounced on Shanks.

"YOU'RE HERE!!"

Shanks laughed happily and lifted her up to hug her.

"I would never leave my favorite person behind"

Y/n slammed Shanks' hips into hers, exclaiming an offended "Hey!" He was quick to say

"My favorite person after you, of course"

Mele watched as they both looked at each other in love and smiled knowingly. She decided to take the captain by the hand to another side anyway to tell him everything she had done that day. Shanks, seeing himself dragged by the little girl, turned his head back to look at Y/n and shrugged his shoulders in apology while smiling. She nodded laughing amused when her mother returned to her side with a boy at her side.

"Y/n darling, you don't know who I ran into! Do you remember Lino? Noé and Rosa's son?"

Next to her was a boy Y/n's age with black hair and tanned skin, he had a white-toothed smile and emerald green eyes. He took a step and opened his arms to hug her.

"Y/n! Long time no see!"

She stood stiff for a few seconds, not responding to the hug and not knowing how to react. She felt a little uncomfortable. Lino? That boy who played with her and sometimes teased her by jokingly pulling her hair? Suddenly a flood of memories came over her and she smiled, returning the hug.

"Lin!! I've missed you!"

Lin was the affectionate nickname she had for him, Lino had left for another island years ago and now he had returned. They had so many things to tell each other! From afar Mele and Shanks were sitting chatting but his gaze was on that boy who hugged y/n so tightly, he felt an annoying thorn in his heart. Mele noticed it

"Are you jealous?"

"Me? Nah, I don't even know who he is" he laughed sarcastically

"His name is Lino, a childhood friend of my sister's. Years ago he went to live on another far away island, I don't know why he came back just now. But don't worry, she doesn't love him, but she loves you."

The girl smiled and walked away as if she had solved all the world's problems with a few simple words. At that moment Y/n came over and sat next to him.

"Are you enjoying the party?" she asked.

"Much more if you are by my side" he said caressing her hand

They both continued laughing and talking. Lino looked at them dead serious from a distance. He had no idea who that red-haired man was next to his friend but he swore not to take his eyes off him. He had always been very jealous and was suspicious of that strange-looking individual. The hours passed and someone exclaimed that it was time for the dance, Shanks wondered what that meant and Y/n explained that it was the sacred dance that was done around the bonfire. Everyone got up and began to dance, jumping and laughing. Shanks, somewhat clumsy on his feet, had a hard time keeping up with the rhythm so she took his hand and stood in front of him. He let her guide him, put his hands on her hips and they began to swear at him from side to side. With each step they took, he learned more.

"You learn fast"

Their bodies seemed to be one, he was spinning her around and she was not moving away from his torso. From a distance, Lino continued to watch them suspiciously. When they finished dancing, they stared at each other. One second, two seconds, three, four. It seemed like an eternity.

"Y/n I have to tell you something. But not here, in private". Shanks said with a dry throat, wetting his lips

She was surprised by his serious and nervous expression. But she nodded in understanding and they walked away from the party into the silent, dark jungle, not realizing that Lino was following them closely. When they made sure that no one could hear or see them, Shanks took Y/n's hands.

"Y/n… ever since I met you there's something inside me that's been changing, I don't know what it is but you've awakened something in me that I didn't know before. I don't know what happens to me when I'm with you, I'm not the same as before, I don't sleep, I hardly drink or eat. And I don't know if that's a good thing but it must be because when I look into your eyes, I know it's all been worth it. I love you Y/n, and I don't care if you don't love me the same because I'll keep doing it anyway."

Her eyes were wet and her heart was beating like a drum. He caressed her face and tears began to roll down, but they were tears of happiness because she could finally understand that the love she longed for was reciprocal.

"Shanks… I feel the same way. And I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same. I don't know what I did to deserve you, I never thought I'd fall in love with a pirate" she laughed between hiccups.

Hearing the word pirate, Lino, who was crouching behind a bush, pricked up his ears in alarm.

"But I don't regret meeting you, I feel like a better person because of you. I feel stronger every time I see you. I love you, Shanks, and I always will."

She shortened the distance that separated them and they joined in a long, passionate kiss. They seemed one, their bodies pressed together and their mouths roaming over each other's. His hands embraced her waist and hers tangled in his hair. The passion they felt at that moment seemed to explode like thousands of fireworks. It was a slow kiss but full of love, like a promise that no matter what happens, their destiny was to be together. Lino, with his face twisted with hatred, could not resist it any longer and came out of his hiding place running towards them and howling like a wild animal. Y/n and Shanks turned around startled and before either of them could do anything, Lino threw himself at him, taking out a knife and threatening to stab him.

"STOP! DON'T HURT HIM, I BEG YOU!!"

Y/n lunged at her friend, trying to take the knife from him, but he pushed her away and she fell on her back. Shanks, with the strength of a thousand men, held Lino's wrist as he watched the knife get closer to his face. As best he could, he kneed him in the stomach and pushed him away. They both stood up and a tense fight began, with the pirate trying by all means to avoid the blade's edge. Y/n's anguished screams alerted the people at the festival and they ran to see what was happening.

But they were not the only ones who had heard the commotion, Shanks' crew in the distance had also heard noise and screams and came running and armed, worried about their captain. When they arrived with the others they saw how their captain was fighting to the death with another armed man, the pirates pointed their weapons and the villagers around exclaimed in fear but Beckman shouted for them to stop.

"WAIT! THAT WILL ONLY MAKE IT WORSE"

He trusted his captain. The two remained locked in a fight until at one point Lino stabbed his dagger into the side of Shanks' belly who let out a cry of pain. Y/n brought her hands to her mouth in fear, fighting her tears. Then Lino lunged at him again and they rolled towards a cliff, Lino moved away in time but Shanks couldn't hold on to anything and fell into the void.

"NOOO!!!!"

Y/n's heartbreaking scream was heard throughout the island, she ran desperately towards the cliff and threw herself face down, almost falling too.

"DAUGHTER!!"

Her mother and everyone else, including the pirates, ran up to her and held her by the feet. Y/n in turn held Shanks' hand with all her strength before he could fall.

"I WON'T LEAVE YOU! I WON'T LOSE YOU LIKE MY FATHER!"

Hot tears ran down her cheeks as the others lined up to pull her up, pulling her with all their might as if she were a rope. Little by little they raised Shanks, who barely had the strength to hold her hand. Y/n helped him stand up and hugged him tremblingly, tears wetting his bare shoulder as he melted into her embrace with his arm around her. The others sighed in relief as the pirates jumped and celebrated, smiling. Y/n walked away from the hug smiling at him, but his smile faded as he held his belly on the left side. With horror she saw how the toga was stained dark red and became wet, sticking to her skin. Shanks staggered and suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"SHANKS!"

Y/n, scared, stood next to him and held his head while desperately calling for her mom. She came running and sat next to him, she called some pirates to help her pick him up and take him home to heal him.

"Don't worry, y/n, he will be fine, but I have to cure him as soon as possible."

The eldest daughter cried inconsolably as she held the hand of her now fainted lover. The mother did not understand very well what was happening but she understood that that man was someone important to her. Several of them quickly took him to the house and placed him on the mother's bed, who worked quickly to stop the bleeding. Y/n waited anxiously near the door frame along with Mele who was crying scared. The oldest said a prayer to Inti so that Shanks would not lose his life. They spent the whole night awake until dawn came and the tired mother said that she could see that he was already awake and feeling better. Y/n ran to where he was and knelt next to the bed holding his hand, he saw her and smiled tiredly. She began to cry without holding back and Shanks stroked her hair.

"Please don't cry, I hate seeing you like this"

"It's all my fault," she sobbed, "I should never have invited you and put you in danger."

He shushed her gently "hey don't say that, I've been in worse situations. Although I can't remember any right now" he laughed.

She looked up slowly, "You're going to be okay, right?"

Shanks nodded "Yes, but… I must return to my island, I have to regain my strength"

"Do you really have to go now?" she asked sadly

"I promise I'll be back" he kissed her hand.

At that moment a pirate knocked on the door frame to catch his attention. "Sorry to interrupt you, but everything is ready to go."

They both said goodbye with a kiss and hours later Shanks was already on a bamboo stretcher near the beach where his boat was. Before saying goodbye, Y/n had whispered in his ear that she would come see him before leaving and give him something. As if by magic he saw her appear along with her mother, her sister and other villagers. Mele ran next to him crying sadly

"Don't go shanks!"

He hugged her tightly and smiling said "I'm sorry little one but I have to do it, I have to be strong" and smiling he kissed her forehead "Promise me you'll behave well"

The girl nodded and walked away. y/n wasn't ready to say goodbye but she walked over and crouched down, hugging his chest.

"This is for you, a gift. It is a conch that I found years ago, it is the rarest of all and now I want you to have it, I have treasured it for years"

Shanks took her in his hands "she's pretty, but you are the greatest treasure I carry with me"

Before she could cry he kissed her intensely. When they separated her face was still centimeters from his lips. "I'll miss you," she whispered in his ear.

"Me too"

The mother watched the scene moved from afar, at that moment a high-pitched scream broke the air. It was blue that went around and then went down to Shanks' shoulder

"Hey buddy, I think you had forgotten about me" he stroked the bird who purred in contentment.

"Uhm captain? We should leave now" Beckman cleared his throat.

Y/n and Shanks looked into each other's eyes and then carefully lifted the captain onto the ship. One shouted, weigh anchor! and the sails were spread to resume the journey. The ship left the port and headed towards the sea, moving away. Her eyes were fixed on the wooden ship until they became moist and her vision became blurry.

Y/n's mother approached, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Go, angel, run."

Her mother smiled and she hugged her, whispering a thank you. Y/n ran like a gazelle along the beach, high up and behind the hills she saw the white sails of the ship fluttering in the wind. She did not stop running with her heart pounding in her chest until she reached the top of a hill where the ship could be seen in all its splendor. The salty breeze swirled y/n's hair, she couldn't see Shanks but she was sure he was looking at her. And so it was, from the boat Shanks looked up and saw her pretty figure, so far away that it seemed like a point. Y/n raised an arm high in greeting and he did the same. Knowing that he had seen her, she smiled with tears in her eyes, wishing or rather knowing that she would see him again, she whispered in the wind.

"See you soon, my love"

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help, that was longer than I expected lol I'm really sorry if it went on too long and because of that rushed ending, I didn't feel like writing anymore lmao

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ox1-lovesick · 2 years ago

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✶ ─── TOMORROW X TOGETHER AND THINGS WITH THEM

🍇 pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff warnings. mentions of food, pda (?), wc. 50-100 each

🍇 type. headcannon , reaction

🍇 a/n. abandoned the tyun and hyuka fic for now 💀 this is like a filler fic or something i have such bad writers block. i know for a fact that soobin crochets

% YEONJUN

late night walks ; gentle kisses to your knuckles ; catching him staring ; errands to the convenience store at 3 in the morning ; holding hands ; sharing earphones ; leaning your head on his shoulder ; sharing lip glosses ; netflix marathons ; fashion shows at 2 am ; spontaneous dance sessions ; late night drives ; candid pictures ; slow dancing ; cooking ; sharing jewellery ; kisses through the phone ; matching jewelry

% SOOBIN

comparing hand sizes ; feeding each other ; interlocking pinkies ; desert before dinner ; baking ; sharing clothes and jewelry ; 1000 piece puzzles ; movie dates ; crocheting together ; croc shopping dates ; clothing hauls ; editing vlogs together ; food fights ; disney dates ; couple cosplays and halloween costumes ; pillow talk about the future ; tying your shoelaces for you ; giving you his jacket when it's cold ; matching socks and bracelets

% BEOMGYU

kisses in the rain ; hand-written love letters ; bouquets of roses ; sleeping in together ; doodling on each others hands ; scented candles ; bickering for fun ; backhugs ; raindrop races ; long bus rides ; sharing earphones ; picnic dates ; photo albums ; half anniversaries ; forehead kisses ; impromptu karaoke nights ; guitar lessons ; secret handshakes ; build-a-bear dates ; feeding each other ; pillow talk ; hiding tomatoes in his food ; painting each other's nails ; holding open the door for you

% TAEHYUN

long and warm hugs ; locking pinkies ; poking his dimples ; falling asleep on his chest ; cheek kisses ; stargazing ; library dates ; cooking for each other ; communicating through morse code ; study dates ; reading together ; sharing cutlery ; pinky promises ; kisses to your knuckles ; post it notes with messages ; holding hands ; feeding each other ; falling asleep on the phone with him ; playlists dedicated to each other ; gentle kisses ; powerpoint nights ; "5 more minutes" mornings ; flowers "just because"

% HUENINGKAI

naming all his plushies ; palm kisses ; zoo dates ; buzzfeed quizzes to see who'd survive the zombie apocalypse ; breakdancing in the dining room ; pokemon impressions ; piano lessons ; holding hands, everywhere ; kisses to the tips of your fingers ; pillow and tickle fights ; sneaking juice boxes and animal biscuits in your lunch

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allnightstay · 3 months ago

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Day 28 - Spooked 👻

Summary: Okarun attempts a silly trick that ends up causing him to pay the price

Lee: Okarun

Ler: Momo

⚠️This is a tickle fic! If that's not your thing, please scroll along🚨

A/N: I've been watching this anime and I'm absolutely in love with it's strange hilarity. I hope you enjoy!

It was a chilly October evening, and the moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the streets of the quiet town. Momo and Okarun had just finished their usual training session and were on their way back from the park when Okarun decided to make a little detour to scare Momo.

"Hey, Momo, I heard there’s an old haunted house around here. Wanna check it out?" Okarun grinned mischievously, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

Momo raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with skepticism. "You know, Okarun, I’m not some scaredy-cat like you. I’m not easily spooked."

Okarun smirked, suddenly feeling the challenge in her words. "Oh, I don't know. You do get easily startled, don’t you? Just a little surprise and you’d be jumping out of your skin."

Momo narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. "I don’t get scared by cheap tricks. But… I’ll humor you."

They arrived at the decrepit house, its broken windows and creaky door creating an atmosphere straight out of a horror movie. Momo rolled her eyes but stepped inside with Okarun, who was already acting a little too nervous for his own good.

As they explored the dimly lit halls, Momo could hear Okarun’s footsteps behind her, a little too quick, a little too unsure. The air felt thick with tension, and despite her confidence, she couldn’t help but feel a slight chill crawl up her spine.

Suddenly, there was a loud creak from above them. Momo froze, eyes wide. Okarun let out a strangled gasp, clutching her arm with a terrified expression. "Did you hear that?!"

Momo smirked, turning to tease him, but before she could say anything, Okarun yelled.

"AHHHH! There’s something behind you!"

In a moment of panic, Momo spun around, her heart racing—but all she saw was the shadow of an old chair. No ghost. No monster. Just Okarun laughing uncontrollably behind her.

"Gotcha!" he said, gasping for breath, grinning like a maniac.

Momo’s cheeks flushed a bright red, and she narrowed her eyes at him, feeling the sting of being the victim of such a cheap scare. "You’re so going to regret that," she muttered under her breath.

Before Okarun could react, Momo launched herself at him with surprising speed. She grabbed his sides, her fingers digging into his ribs. Okarun’s eyes went wide as he squealed.

"WahaHAHAHA, WAHAIT! Mohohomo noohohoo! No fahahahahair!" he gasped, wriggling in her grasp.

But Momo was relentless. She hadn’t expected it, but seeing Okarun flailing about—his usually confident demeanor now reduced to a giggling mess—was too satisfying.

"How does it feel to be spooked, Okarun?" Momo teased, her fingers dancing along his sides, knowing exactly where his ticklish spots were.

"AHAHAHA GAHAHA! S-stOHOHO-stooop hehehehe!" Okarun stammered, his face flushed with laughter. His arms were flailing wildly as he tried to pry Momo’s hands away, but she was too quick.

"You’re the one who tried to scare me! You get what you deserve," Momo grinned, pressing her fingers into his ribs again, sending him into another round of helpless laughter.

Okarun bucked and squirmed, finally dropping to the floor in a desperate attempt to escape. Momo backed off, letting him breathe for a moment, but only because she saw his expression—half exhausted, half victorious.

"Okay, okahahahay! I'm sorry, geheez." Okarun gasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly from laughter.

Momo stood over him, hands on her hips, her smug smile the perfect image of satisfaction. "Just remember, Okarun, next time you try to scare me, I’m going to really scare you."

Okarun groaned dramatically. "Spare mee."

"Good," Momo said with a wink, and with that, she left the haunted house, her laughter still echoing in the halls.

Okarun, still recovering from the tickle attack, sat up slowly.

Momo glanced back over her shoulder. "If you ever try that again, I’m bringing out the big guns."

And with that, they left the spooky old house behind, the tension between them now replaced with lighthearted laughter and a bit of friendly revenge.

#tickle fic #augtickletober2024 #tickletober 2024 #anime tickle fic #anime tickling #anime tickle #dandadan #dan da dan #dan da dan tickle fic #dandadan tickle fic #dan da dan tickle #ticklish okarun #okarun tickling #okarun tickle

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veryblushyswitch · 1 year ago

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Gonna be home tonight till Tuesday morning for Labor Day weekend!! Hoping that means I’ll have time to write more for the Mutant Mayhem fic! 💖

#mutant mayhem tickle #mutant mayhem tickle fic #rapheal #raph #ler raph #Michelangelo #Mikey #ler Mikey #Donatello #Donnie #ler Donnie #leonardo #Leo #lee leo #ticklish leo #animated movie tickle #animated movie tickle fic

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sgt-seabass · 2 years ago

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𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔

✧˚ · . a collaboration between @navybrat817 and sgt-seabass

Is this the way it's got to be? Ignite the fire inside of me. Embrace the life of tragedy. A tide of war and broken dreams. (x)

pairing — bucky barnes x reader w/c — 6.3k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to —♫3 am walk

warnings — bucky barnes is a sweetheart, implied (consensual) smut, kidnapping, assault, violence against reader, mention of bodily injury, stabbing, knives, blood, bad guys being cunts, hydra exists, degradation, threat of non-con, whump, threat of violence against an animal (but the animal is not touched or harmed), death threats a/n — after months of brainstorming and writing together with Navy, this has finally been born. this piece is part of a larger AU we made together, so watch this space for more in the future.

Waking up next to Bucky was the easiest thing you ever did, because that was your happiest dream come true.

Even when his alarm blared before the sun had even considered rising, in the early hours when birds were still in their slumber, and the moon lit the bedroom with its ethereal glow, you would still give everything to wake up to the sleepy smile of your boyfriend.

You went to bed thinking of him as he ran his fingers down your back, helping ease you into a restful sleep, and you woke thinking of him as he tried to cover your eyes from his lit-up phone.

You both groaned, begging the stars for more time in bed. But as the incessant beeping filled the room, neither of you would get back to sleep soon.

Bucky was an Avenger. And that meant he had to go save the world. But that didn’t make it any easier when he had to leave for missions.

As Bucky leaned over to turn his phone off, you wrapped your arms around him, spooning him with your chin on his shoulder. “You could just stay home.”

Something in your gut was calling to you, warning you that he needed to stay home. It made you fearful. What if he got hurt?

In hindsight, it was you who needed the protection.

Bucky sighed, turning off the annoying buzzing of his phone. “You know I want to. But I can’t. Duty calls, sweetheart.”

God, you’d never get sick of the gravelly twinge to his voice in the mornings.

“Steve and Sam need backup,” he yawned, rolling over so he could cradle your head to his firm chest as he lay on his back, allowing you to smell the fading scent of his cologne.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine on their own,” you smiled, placing a kiss on his pec. Bucky’s habit of sleeping in only boxers always had you wanting to kiss him all over. Covering him in your affections was always tempting, even when he got shy, especially around his scarred shoulder.

“Baby, stop it,” Bucky almost whined, like a toddler tempted with treats. “Please don’t make this harder for me.”

“Sorry,” you placated, that nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach not easing as your eyes adjusted to the dark room.

Outside, you could hear the occasional car and pedestrian. But for the most part, Brooklyn was asleep. It was a peaceful silence between you, enjoying each other’s touch while it began drizzling rain outside.

“Well, it’s raining. Now you’ll just have to stay home.” You cheekily nipped at Bucky’s side before shuffling up to kiss his stubbled cheek.

“Is that so?” Bucky chuckled, eyes crinkling in your favourite show of joy.

“Mhm. No missions on rainy days,” you said matter-of-factly with a serious look on your face, a look you couldn’t hold when Bucky tickled your sides. You burst into giggles, gasping softly when Bucky rolled you under him so he towered over you, your body caged between his bulky arms.

“That’s too bad. I thought you were going to have a fun day with Natalia.” Bucky’s hair fell forward and covered some of his face. But there was no missing his twinkling blue eyes, reflecting the lights outside in his orbs. “Weren’t you going to have a girls movie night?”

“Yes, but I’d rather you join us.” Your hands ran up his sides, feeling rippled muscle until you reached his neck and jaw. His stubble pricked at your fingers as you cupped his face.

“I don’t want to be the third wheel. What are you ‘gonna watch?” As he spoke, Bucky began placing gentle kisses on your cheek that trailed down your collarbone.

“Cruel Intentions,” you muttered, revelling in the feeling of his plush lips against your skin.

“You’ve shown me that one,” Bucky murmured against your neck. “That’s the one with the lesbian kissing scene, right?”

You rolled your eyes with mock offence. “Of course that’s the bit you remember. And it’s not just any kissing scene. It’s the legendary kiss between Sarah Michelle Gellar and Selma Blair.”

Bucky pulled himself back up, raising his brows and trying, and failing, to hide his smirk. “Sorry, how could I forget.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Let me see if I remember correctly. It goes like this, right?”

Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest when Bucky’s lips met yours. Morning breath be damned; there was simply nothing better than kissing Bucky Barnes.

He licked across your bottom lip before you opened your mouth to let him in. “Bucky…” You moaned, your tongues sliding together like a choreographed ballroom dance.

Your hands held his scruffy jaw while his hands, one cold and one warm, held your waist. You could always tell when he was getting aroused by the way he’d lose some motor control of his silver arm, the hand twitching and metal plates shifting.

In hindsight, you’d miss the way he’d hold you the most.

Bucky slowly pulled away, his metal hand rising so his thumb could brush over your spittle-smeared lips. “Something like that, right?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out before taking the digit into your mouth.

Even though he couldn’t feel it, you could see how Bucky’s pupils dilated as he watched you suck.

His metal arm had been used for so much evil. But you always wanted to remind him of who he was. Your lover, your best friend. Your everything. Just like you were to him.

You weren’t afraid, and you embraced every part of him. While many cowered away from the man with the metal arm, you gravitated towards him, as if your heart was connected to him with impenetrable strings of fate.

“God, I love you.” Bucky’s metal hand cupped your cheek, his breath hitching for a moment as he gazed at you, as if so full of emotion his words were caught in his throat.

You placed your palm over his hand, snuggling into the cold metal like it was a warm hug. “I love you too, Bucky baby.”

An embarrassed flush spread over Bucky’s cheeks as it always did when you spoke to him sweetly. He might have been a soldier, but he was still a soft romantic at heart.

With the pitter-patter of rain against the window, the room no more than illuminated shadows, you were entirely enraptured by Bucky. You both stayed silent, just soaking in the moment as sparks flew. Even though you’d been together for two years, the chemistry was still like the first day you met. The first time you kissed. The first day you fucked.

The world around you was dark, yet you weren’t scared because Bucky was there.

The languid movement of Bucky’s lips to yours was tender, a familiar movement that he’d done so many times before. Feathery light, yet full of heat, he brushed his lips over yours. “I wish you could come with me.”

“I could stay in the jet.” You offered with sincerity. But that part of Bucky’s world wasn’t for you, you both knew that. You were no agent, a mere civilian with a super soldier boyfriend. But something told you that’s what drew Bucky to you, your normalcy. You gave him a chance at a life that had been stolen from him for so many years.

“I wouldn’t forgive myself if you got hurt. You’re safer here.”

In hindsight, he was very wrong.

Bucky captured your lips again, caressing and lingering in a way that had your heart fluttering and cheeks burning.

You tangled your hands into his locks, deepening the kiss. If he was going, you needed every moment you could get.

Bucky gripped your chin with his flesh hand, opening your mouth for him.

The sweetness turned sultry, and before long, Bucky was grinding himself against your pyjama-covered core.

Words couldn’t describe the desire that was awash in the room. Two lovers revelling in a happiness that was so rare, as if a million I love you’s were condensed into a single moment. No poet could describe this connection or the way it made you feel.

With Bucky’s embrace, you were home.

Bucky slowly trailed kisses down your neck, chest and stomach until he reached your pulsing pussy.

“I better tire you out before I go.” He smirked, cheeky as ever.

And tire you out, he did.

It wasn’t about his pleasure in that moment. He solely focused on you.

The way he moved his tongue, the way he pulled you apart, it was damn near artistic.

Steve may have been a painter, but Bucky was an artist in the act of love.

In hindsight, you should have cherished this moment more. Because it was the last happiness you would feel for some time.

The unease in your stomach began to grow in intensity as time passed, and by the time Bucky pulled himself away to get ready and leave, there were unexplainable chills wracking through you.

Bucky had done a thousand missions in your time together and had come home safe each time. Steve knew you’d likely kill him if something happened to Bucky. So why was this time different?

It was like your soul was trying to reach out and tell you something. But it must have been speaking another language, because you didn’t understand what was wrong.

You made the most of your fleeting time with Bucky before he left. He changed into his workout gear so he could kit up at the compound where most of the Avengers still resided, and Bucky had once lived. He didn’t leave many weapons in the home; you preferred it that way. The only one you knew of was the knife hidden under the couch, but you were sure there were other blades around.

Bucky had never told you why he didn’t live at the compound anymore, but Nat had hinted at tension between Bucky and Tony. You’d found it odd, given that Tony had been friendly to you each time you’d visited the compound.

But it wasn’t your business and didn’t matter to you anyway. You were content living with Bucky in your cosy apartment. There was more than enough space for both you and your fur child Alpine, plus a second bedroom for when Steve stayed over.

You snuggled into the duvet when Bucky left to make you a cup of tea before he headed off, and seeing as there was now a free spot, Alpine entered from the main area and took her chance to cosy up next to you. You pet the long-haired white cat as you waited, listening to her soft purrs to help ground you.

And when Bucky returned, you felt rather teary, your vision blurring as your emotions almost got the better of you. “Stay safe, please.”

Bucky set your earl grey down on the coaster on your bedside table before his concerned gaze turned to you. “I’ll be just fine. I’ll have my phone on me the whole time.”

“Is the mission dangerous?” You couldn’t help but ask. But you always got the same answer.

“I can’t talk about it, baby. But I’ll be okay. I promise,” Bucky reassured you with a kiss on your forehead. “You and Alpine better hold down the fort for me, okay?”

“Yeah. We’re going to get up to lots of mischief,” you smiled the best you could, holding Bucky’s hand.

“That’s my girls.” Bucky gave Alpine a little scratch under her chin before doing the same to you. “I’ll be back before you know it. Now get some more sleep, soldier’s orders.”

“Yes, sergeant,” you mock saluted before Bucky kissed you and pulled away.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky called from the doorway, as if taking his chance to imprint the sight of you into his mind.

In hindsight, he should have looked a lot longer.

“I love you too,” you gave Bucky a little wave. Alpine meowed in her own show of affection.

And like that, he was gone; The final sound from him was the closing of the front door behind him.

You turned the television on for some white noise while you sipped at your tea before you did as you were told, allowing the talking of some trash reality show to become background noise as you fell back asleep. As you dozed off, you couldn’t help but notice one side of the bed a lot colder than when you first had awoken.

For the second time that day, you woke up. This time, the sunlight beamed through the open curtains, since Bucky loved being woken by the sun warming his skin. He hated being cold.

Next to you lay a napping Alpine, her fluffy body rising and falling slowly with each deep breath. You placed a hand on her side, smiling at the little yip that came from her in surprise. She rolled onto her back, deep blue eyes watching you as you gaily scritched her belly.

She took the chance to latch onto your hand, playfully holding onto your wrist while her feet kicked and teeth ran across your skin.

“Hey, silly goose. Let me go.” Your chastisement was light and playful. While you’d prefer waking up next to Bucky, Alpine was a good replacement on the lonely days. She was your family, just like Bucky.

When Alpine rolled back over with a tired huff, you decided to leave her to slumber. As much as you wanted to annoy her more, you didn’t want to push your luck and end up with a pissed off kitty. She was moody, just like her dad.

You slinked out of bed, taking a moment to stretch when your feet hit the cold floorboards. With a yawn, you looked around the room. You should really get a rug, but Bucky liked lying on the floors when he found the bed too soft. On those nights, you’d join him, even if it left your back stiff and sore.

Padded steps took you to the kitchen, your body on autopilot as you got Alpine’s food ready for when she got up. It was the same routine as every morning. Feed the cat, shower, and check your emails for new commissions.

In hindsight, you should have been paying more attention.

You hummed as you made your way to the bathroom, connecting your phone to the Bluetooth speakers so you could play some music while you tried to relax. Your mind would run without the interruption of songs. And you didn’t want to start thinking about work before you’d had a chance to breathe.

In hindsight, you shouldn’t have put the music so loud.

It was a luxury working from home, getting to pick your own hours. You had felt a little guilty when Bucky first proposed the idea of you quitting your crappy retail job to follow your dream of graphic design, as he could bare the brunt of the expenses.

But now you were flourishing; you were just grateful for his support. There were peaks and troughs like any job, but your heart was content sitting in your shared apartment, designing things that made the world a brighter place.

You turned the shower on, bopping along to your music as you shed yourself of your pyjamas and got into the tiled shower. You could have a bath, but you preferred to save those moments for when Bucky could join you.

The hot water made you hiss at first before your body acclimatised, skin heating up as the stream washed over you.

You faced the wall, resting your head on the tile as the spray rushed down your back.

In hindsight, you should have turned around.

The consequence of your various decisions throughout the morning came to a startling precipice.

With no idea of your surroundings, you were surprised when someone looped their arms under your armpits and over your shoulders, hauling you backwards.

You didn’t even scream for a moment, your brain unable to catch up before the adrenaline kicked in full force.

The assailant didn’t speak, which almost made it worse, as he started to walk backwards with your back to his chest, arms locked over your front. More than ever, you really wished you’d taken Bucky up on those self-defence classes.

“Thanks, Buck. But I’ll never use them.”

“I just want to keep you safe.”

“I am safe. My boyfriend is an Avenger, remember?”

Fight or flight kicked in, and your screaming started. You kicked your feet up and planted your soles on the cold tiled wall. With all your strength, you pushed back like a springboard, sending you and your attacker hurtling backwards.

He let go as he fell, and while he fell through one glass pane of the shower, you fell through another. The force had the glass shattering, sending thousands of shards all over the room.

You scrunched your eyes closed, wailing when you stepped in the broken glass, pain shooting through you when the shards buried themselves into the soles of your feet. But a second attacker caught you before your body hit the sharp ground. The piercing pain in your feet barely registered with how your body buzzed. Blood began to cover the floor, your essence coating the tiles a sickly red.

Your eyes shot open to see who caught you. A dirty blonde with a youthful grin. The man who had grabbed you first, another blonde with bright blue eyes and a scowl, had caught himself against the double sink.

Time froze for a moment when you looked at the door. There was another man with dark brown hair and an ominous expression, his features dark like his intent. Three men. You had no idea if more waited outside the door, but anything would be better than being stuck in this room.

“Nice catch, Damien,” the dark-haired man grinned.

“Yeah, no problem, Mads,” the man holding you spoke, chuckling like he wasn’t holding a hostage in his grip. “Not like Kage was any help.”

With them distracted, you bolted for the bathroom door, ignoring the way your feet tore with each step.

“Maddox! Grab her!” The man against the counter, Kage, yelled. Pushing himself off the marble to follow you.

You managed to duck under Maddox’s arms and stumbled into the kitchen. Your blood was already pooling on the ground with each step you took, like red footprints in the snow.

A meow caught your attention; Alpine stood in the bedroom doorway, her tail straight and her ears back against her head, the anxiety clear.

“Alpine! Hide under the bed,” you hissed, knowing you only had seconds before the unknown men came after you. If you were to die, there was no way you’d let them get Alpine too. Alpine stared at you momentarily, but as the tears welled in your eyes, she rushed off, perhaps understanding the weight of your command. This wasn’t belly scratches and joking around anymore.

You rushed for the knife block on the kitchen counter, but a hand on the back of your neck stopped you before you could reach it. “Nice try, bitch.”

Maddox gripped your neck and shoulders before he threw you over the kitchen counter, sending you rolling over and onto the bar stools that sat neatly on the other side. You tumbled to the ground, groaning instantly at the pain of the wood hitting you from multiple angles during your descent.

The trajectory sent you towards the dining table, and with Kage and Damien coming in close, you shot up and grabbed one of the dining chairs. You held it out like a weapon, with the legs facing outwards. Your breaths came out in short pants as tears trickled down your cheeks, while a shard of wood from the stool stuck out of your side. “What do you want? I don’t have any money, please.”

“Are you dumb enough to think we’re here for money?” Damien goaded, slowly closing in the distance between you two.

Maddox jumped the counter and landed behind you, boxing you in. With a scream, you threw the chair at Damien and attempted to flee under the dining table.

You squealed when Maddox grabbed your ankle, his grip harsh. You turned to look back at him, before you kicked him in the face with your free leg. He groaned in pain, and you didn’t check to see how bad you’d hurt him before you crawled out to the other side of the table.

Kage had been waiting for you, and when you reached him, he dealt a sharp kick to your side. The pain winded you, your mouth ajar with a shocked gasp before he kicked your ribs again.

You rolled onto your back, watching as Kage considered you from above. The way he looked at you – the malice. They were going to kill you. A woman could always sense the imposing threat that men had, for it was simply the female experience to be at the mercy of those who wanted to harm you.

You should have stopped Bucky from going – should have trusted your gut. Although, if these men wanted you dead, then there would only have been so much Bucky could do. He was a victim as much as you in the world of unfairness. A man out of time. A man who just wanted a semblance of normalcy.

It was mournful that his one good thing was becoming marred with the violence he had become so used to.

“I don’t want to die,” you wept under the man, pulling the wooden stake from your side with a cry of pain. "Please."

Turning over, you dragged your bloodied body towards your desk. The same desk you spent most of your days on. Your computer and sketchbooks were filled with hopes and dreams, colour and beautiful chaos.

Your ichor-covered hand grabbed onto the side, using it like a crutch to stand up. You couldn’t stop fighting. If you were going to perish, you’d go out swinging.

“You’re still trying? It’s pathetic. You can barely stand,” Kage growled as Damien and Maddox began wreaking havoc behind him. They were smashing and destroying everything in sight, demolishing the world you and Bucky had built with love and a cherishing touch.

“F.. Fuck you,” you weakly spat, legs burning with the need to sit down.

Kage snapped, grabbing you and dragging you across the desk. Your computer smashed onto the ground, along with all your notebooks and stationery. He threw you down on top of the mangled computer, allowing the glass of your screen to stick into your back. In a way, it wasn’t a new sensation anymore. The sharp piercing of your feet had dulled your body to the point where the new pain was no more than a sudden spike that turned into a dull ache.

“You think you’re special? You’re nothing. Not even worth expending energy on.” Kage left your side, and your sightline moved to the couch.

Bucky kept a knife under it.

Trying to not show your intention, you used your arms to pull yourself along the hardwoods towards the couch, while Maddox closed in and kept tapping your bare ass with the toe of his boot.

“I wonder what he likes about you,” Maddox considered. “Are you that good a fuck? Do you cook him meals just like the old days, huh? ‘Cause to me, you just seem like a puny helpless girl. There’s no fun in killing someone who might as well be already dead.”

His taunts made your blood boil, and when you reached the corner of the couch, you turned onto your back, facing the assailant. “Go fuck yourself. You don’t know anything.”

“Ah, see there’s a little fire. I like it when they fight back.” Maddox dropped to his knees, one on either side of your thighs so you were boxed in. “I want to watch the light drain from your eyes, see all that hope just whittle away to nothing. Because, like Kage said, you are nothing.”

He moved in closer, to the point where you could smell the stale whisky on his breath. “I wonder what body part your boyfriend will find first. Maybe I’ll put your head under the bed with your fucking cat. What do you think? Are you ready to die?”

You let out an almighty scream when you reached and grabbed the knife, pulling it out and slashing Maddox across the arm before he could react.

He was a lot faster than you, however, and the moment you got a hit in on him he jumped back, eyes turning a lot darker. “Oh, you’re fucking stupid.” He growled, before he quickly overpowered you.

In a struggle, you screamed and thrashed, but by bearing his weight onto you, Maddox could manoeuvre you. He picked you up, before slamming you back down onto the hardwood floors. Your head snapped back from the force, whacking against the ground with a loud crack.

Everything went black for a moment, and by the time your vision came back, Maddox was squatting over you with the sole of his boot stepping on your wrist, the knife still in your grip.

“You really don’t know when to stop, huh? Can’t you see you’re going to lose no matter what you do?” Maddox’s boot pressed harder, and your wrist creaked uncomfortably under the pressure.

You let go of the knife just before your bones would reach the point of snapping, the metal clattering to the ground. Despite the tears in your eyes and the fear in your heart, you were thankful for the life you had. If this were to be the end of your existence, you were okay with that. Bucky had given you a life worth of love in the short two years you’d known him.

As you watched the sharp eyes of the man above you, you thought of Bucky. You hoped this loss would not destroy him. The life you had experienced together would not change; those happy memories of laughter and smiles still there. You hoped he would not cry for you, but feel a blossoming love at the thought of you. Death wouldn’t have you becoming a ghost of a forgotten past, but a memory to be cherished in Bucky’s future. And you would be waiting for him on the other side, should he be expecting to see you there after his inevitable demise. You would be just around the corner, waiting like nothing had ever been lost. These men could try and take your body, but they would not take your soul. That belonged to the man thousands of miles away saving the world. “I’m not going to lose. I’ve already won.”

“Yeah? Does this feel like winning?” Maddox sneered before he picked up the blade and plunged the knife into your shoulder, the white-hot pain splintering through you like the broken glass of your shower. Your mouth opened into a silent, broken scream, the anguish unlike anything you’d felt before.

This was just a fraction of what Bucky had felt in his lifetime, yet this felt like the whole world was collapsing in on you, your body broken. Perhaps these men were right - maybe you were weak. Because the knife in your shoulder was enough to break you. Would Bucky be disappointed? Would he expect you to have put up more of a fight? The logical response would be no. But the blade slicing through your muscles made it hard to think straight.

Maddox slapped your cheek and twisted the blade. “I asked you a question, little bitch. Does this feel like you’re winning?”

Your choked cries painfully shook your shoulders, and despite it all, you nodded. “Yes. I’ve already won and you can’t take that from me.”

“Stupid fucking whore, listen to this slut. She really thinks she’s worth something.” Damien called out from behind Maddox, looking at you from over his shoulder. Kage joined the commotion, gazing at the knife lodged in your shoulder.

Without compassion, Maddox ripped the knife from your shoulder, your palms raising to try to press on the open wound. There was no reprieve with these men, however. Maddox grabbed your shoulders, ignoring your yelps and wails while he threw you over the back of the couch.

Your front dropped onto the sofa, while your ass stuck in the air on the stiff back of the couch. The fear that roiled inside you turned tenfold as Kage came up behind you, pressing on your lower back so your hips pressed painfully into the couch frame. Damien and Maddox came around your front, their crotches scarily close to your face.

“You know what we can take from you, though? Your dignity.” Kage’s hands moved from your back to the globes of your ass. “I could fuck you right here, and there’s nothing you could do about it.”

If the humiliation of being naked wasn’t enough, having the intruders touch you like this was an indignity that would change you forever. A small part of your golden soul blackened, and you didn’t know if it could ever be saved.

Damien gripped your chin, forcing you to look up at the two men. “And we could fuck that mouth of yours. Maybe even pull a few teeth if you dared fight.”

“I bet you’d love it. After all, you have to be all kinds of fucked up to fuck the Winter Soldier,” Kage said as his fingers moved to feel across your thighs.

“Don’t you dare speak about him like that. He’s more of a man than you three put together.” The mere mention of Bucky had your anger returning. You let out a huffed breath before you used the last of your depleting strength to lift your legs and kick Kage in the stomach. He didn’t move, body like a stone statue, but the movement pushed you over the couch and onto the living room floor. The plushness of the cushions did little to soften your fall, a whimpered breath coming from your tired body.

You were just so tired. The more blood you lost, the harder it was to keep going. As your ichor stained the rug below you, you glanced to the blackened television.

“Bucky, what are you doing on the floor? And is that all the stuff from the bed?”

“We’re having a pillow fort movie night. The popcorn is in the microwave.”

“It’s going to be a pain to put the bed back together, you know.”

“Then we’ll just have to sleep here. Don’t worry, I’m sure we can break it in. It’s one new surface I haven’t fucked you on yet.”

No. You couldn’t give up. You owed Bucky your best fight. You had no doubt he would do the same for you.

The assailants closed in again, the same dark-haired asshole taunting you with his menacing grin.

“Fuck you,” you spat, seeing red when he tried to grab you.

Most of the punches you threw didn’t land, but it didn’t matter to you. Your arms were a blur as you screamed and unleashed all the fury you had.

But they just laughed at your efforts. The blood loss had clearly taken full effect with the way you moved slower than you intended, your arms weakening quickly.

“Nice try, toy.” Maddox picked you up by the shoulders before throwing you into the wooden coffee table.

The thin tabletop cracked and fractured instantly, wood splintering around the dent your body left.

The pain had become immaterial, the agony reducing from a boil to a simmer as your ability to feel lessened to the point where nothing was at all. Perhaps it was your body protecting your psyche, or you were dying. Either way, it left you feeling somewhat euphoric.

"She still fighting?"

"Let her be. She isn't going anywhere."

"Dumb bitch thought she stood a chance."

Your dazed state had the men leaving you to finish trashing the house. With no immediate threat, you made your last-ditch attempt. You had to let Bucky know who killed you. You knew it would kill him to not know who attacked you.

Numbed, you took another look at the men. There was nothing too unusual about them, just their distinctive hair colours, eye colours and the symbol they all bore. You hadn’t noticed it at first, but now with your chance to inspect them, you sighted a circular insignia on the front of their black hoodies. A green… octopus?

When Damien threw a plate at you that shattered against your forearm when you raised it to defend yourself, your thoughts were cut off. The porcelain dropped around you, and you picked up one of the pieces. On it was a little drawing of a cat. You and Bucky had done a pottery art class and came home with a few plates. You picked up a second piece, a sob bubbling from your throat when you looked at the two fragments together. A little Alpine that you had drawn, and a little bird that Bucky had drawn with red wings.

You let the remnants of the plate drop to the ground, the once beautiful creation covered with your blood. They really were destroying everything. As Damien continued to vandalise the kitchen, Maddox and Damien tore apart your boxes of photos.

Even with the horror of having your life stripped away, you struggled to look away. You saw the green octopus again, and something in the back of your mind was trying to get out – to tell you what it meant.

The emblem was so familiar, and you turned onto your stomach as you thought. Pulling yourself to a free patch of hardwood flooring, you began writing out the word ‘blonde’ with your blood, trying to give Bucky anything you could.

Kage stopped you after the first word, and it was like there was cotton wool in your ears as he pulled your hand back. You assumed he said something to chastise you, but you didn’t register it.

You could see his expression, though. He was enjoying himself, laughing with his partners as he took your arms and dragged you on your back towards the front door.

When you looked up, you saw his hoodie closer, and that’s when it clicked. Hydra? But Hydra was red? And from what you heard on the news after the Triskelion incident, they were some power-crazed terrorist organisation bent on absolute control. What were they doing in your apartment? And why did they hate Bucky so much?

Bucky hadn’t told you much about his past, and part of you understood. You could tell by the vulnerable look in his eye that he was scared you’d leave him every time the Winter Soldier was brought up, which was rare.

All you knew was that he was under control as the Winter Soldier, and did some horrible things. But you never pressed, and you didn’t need to. You knew enough to know Bucky was a victim, and that was enough.

Good people like Sam and Natasha wouldn’t have continued to stand by him if Bucky was anything more than an innocent, manipulated prisoner of war. Steve would stand with Bucky regardless, but you didn’t blame him for that. Some relationships simply went further than right or wrong, innocent or guilty. Steve would stand by Bucky through thick and thin, just like you would.

But that didn’t explain why these men were here and tormenting you. This was more than just an attack – it was complete and utter destruction. The apartment was in ruins, completely desecrated.

Kage dragged and dumped your body against the entry wall, amongst the torn photos of you and Bucky. Your gaze turned to one where you were both smiling, huddling in close. It was taken on Steve’s birthday. You’d all thrown him a surprise party in the compound. You remember because Bucky had you both wear a comically bad Captain America t-shirt to tease him.

The photo, while tattered, was a reminder. While this moment was pure suffering, life was also full of moments that had your heart full of love. Life wasn’t always full of pain, and this torture was but a brief snapshot in the greater picture of your life.

Now, your heart hurt because you’d experienced such great love you knew what it was like to feel the loss. Tears trickled down your cheeks as you mourned what could have been. You should be experiencing many more birthdays and silly t-shirts, but it seemed that wasn’t what fate had planned for you.

The cries you let out were stricken with grief, and for the first time, the men went silent and just looked at you as if you were human, not just a toy for their enjoyment.

“Talk about a mood killer,” Damien sniggered, but Kage quickly raised his hand.

“Enough. Time to put her out of her misery.”

Your blood turned icy cold, dread settling in your stomach as you whimpered, too drained to run. “Please, don’t. Just leave me. I won’t tell anyone.” A blatant lie, but you had to try. You’d seen their faces, and that alone sealed your fate. "I don't want to die," you said more to yourself than to them.

“Pretty pictures. Too bad they’re a bit stained.” Maddox mocked as he picked up one of the discarded photo albums. It was the heaviest one, full of memories that were now soaked with your blood.

Maddox handed the album to Kage, unbothered by the drips of red that hit the floor.

They all stood before you as Kage flipped through the pages, his features hardened. “He’s so happy. Let’s see if the monster smiles now.”

Kage slammed the book closed, sealing your fate between his hands. That part of your life was ending, and these three were writing your future.

There was no point pleading with them, and you were too devoid of energy to do more than sit with shallow breaths, awaiting your death.

But one last ounce of adrenaline coursed through your veins as you tried to keep your eyes open. "His name is Bu-"

Kage raised the photo album before slamming it down on your head. It knocked you out instantly, the world going black as your body toppled to the side.

But the reaper didn’t come. Your heart continued beating, lungs filling with air.

Your suffering was due to continue. This wasn’t the end.

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