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Jewel of the Sea

Heat x Tobiuo (Snail's OC)

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Summary: There’s nothing better than unwinding at the bar, dancing and drinking with the allied crews. That is, if you can keep your jealousy in check when the girl you’ve fallen for turns her attention to another guy. Will the commander of the Kid Pirates and the Heart Pirate security officer come to terms with their feelings? Will they find the courage to confess what they keep hidden in their hearts? Word count: 4000 Notes: Snail, honey, I can't wait any longer!!! And since I imagine that as the date approaches you will have thousands of gifts, I'll say now HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!! I wish you all the best on your special day! And I hope you like this gift of these two lovebirds. 🐦 🐦 They wouldn’t stop yelling at me to make them kiss and… I just couldn't say no!! I absolutely ADORE Tobiuo!! Tags: Friends to lovers; a bit of angst; pinning; confessions of love; idiots in love; kissing; heated kiss; a little jealousy.

HEAT

The door clicked shut behind him, the sound lost in the heavy silence of his cabin. Rain-soaked hair stuck to his neck and shoulders as he stood still, his normally sad eyes now burdened with an even deeper sorrow as he gazed into the dark, empty room ahead. He didn’t bother with the lights. Faint threads of moonlight slipped through the round window, bathing his hammock in pale silver, and that was enough for him.

He trudged across the room, his leather boots dragging heavily on the wooden floor. With a long, weary huff, he sat on the hanging bed, his head bowed, back hunched, and arms hanging limply at his sides.

“How did I end up like this?” he asked himself as an unsettling feeling clung to him, the same one that had been tightening in his chest over the past few weeks. He raised his hands and stared at his palms, a sigh leaving him as he found them so empty, when just hours ago they had held his most precious treasure. Her.

He growled, leaning back against the hammock, and rubbed his hand over his scarred face, unable to stop replaying the haunting music and fleeting scenes that had filled that summer night at the bar.

****

The crowded bar buzzed with energy, filled with the smell of beer and the sound of laughter. As the music thumped loudly, strobe lights flashed through the haze, inviting everyone to lose themselves in the celebration on the dance floor.

Heat laughed with Killer and other friends, raising his voice to be heard above the din as he brought his mug of cold beer to his lips. A quick glance at the crowd was all it took for him to immediately spot the beautiful Heart-Pirate security officer, her taut and athletic body clad in the boiler suit emblazoned with her crew's Jolly Roger. The fishwoman radiated happiness as she let loose with her crewmates on the dance floor, her body twirling and her waist swaying with an elegance that was distinctly her kind.

The blue-haired commander couldn’t help but stare, his hand still gripping his beer mug in midair, entirely unaware that Killer was watching him with a knowing smile hidden behind his mask.

It had been a few weeks since the alliance between their captains was struck, and the two crews had spent more time together than any of them had expected. Friendships had blossomed during that time, some light and casual, others much more profound, and Heat and Tobiuo belonged to the latter.

Their deepening friendship was clear in the many hours they spent together, talking, laughing, and learning from each other. Wanting to communicate directly with her without needing Penguin or Sachi, Heat decided to learn the basics of Auslan, the sign language Tobiuo used to express herself on land. He wasn’t proficient, not by a long shot, but his fascination with her drove him to learn faster than anyone could have imagined. And, at times, he secretly used learning the language as an excuse to spend just a little more time by her side.

Their friendship deepened over the days, and the pirate found himself thinking about her a little more than he expected. Anything curious he saw made him long to show her; any joke that came to his mind felt incomplete without sharing it with her. And with every conversation, every look, and every moment of silence that felt heavier than it should, a knot in his stomach tightened more and more.

“Come on, girls!!!”

His reverie was interrupted by the shouts of the women from his own crew, shoving their way through the crowd to join the Heart-Pirates on the dance floor. He followed the group with his gaze, and without thinking twice, slammed his beer mug onto the table, stood up, and moved to join them, letting the rhythm of the music guide him.

He made his way through the bar, navigating the throngs of dancing people, his hands occasionally catching spontaneous girls who leaped into his arms. With a grin, he spun them around before continuing on his path, his eyes locked the entire time on the silhouette of the fishwoman, her white boilersuit shifting colors with each flash of the lights that cast their glow upon her. He dodged Penguin’s clumsy, flailing arms and felt Ikkaku grab him by the waist, pulling him toward her with a laugh. He accepted, catching a glimpse of Tobiuo from the corner of his eye as she playfully bumped hips with Hop.

The blonde twirled her long ponytail in the air, and as Tobiuo dodged past, her back collided with Heat's, causing both of them to turn and face each other. The security officer’s eyes widened when she saw him there, and a radiant smile lit up her face as she threw her blue, scaly arms around him, wrapping him in a hug around his corseted torso. Heat grinned, and as the music’s tempo quickened, he decisively took her hand to guide her movements.

Their bodies moved perfectly in sync, carried away by the rhythm. Their feet shifted back and forth, lost in the music, and she followed his lead, attuned to his every movement. As the melody softened, Tobiuo turned and pressed her back against his chest. Heat’s hands slid down to her waist, feeling each subtle shift of her body as their hips swayed together to the beat. She brought her hands to his neck, her webbed fingers sensually sinking into his blue locks, and as she pulled her hand away, Heat seized the opportunity to twirl her, the motion ending in a beautiful embrace. Tobiuo pulled away, her smile never fading, and gestured with her hands.

“Make me fly, pretty boy.”

As soon as he registered the word "fly," his hands slid to her waist, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. She gasped in silence, revealing her pointed teeth in a smile as her feet left the floor. He held her aloft, his arms extended, her dark navy hair brushing against his face as she hovered just above the crowd. Then, with a playful grin, he began to lower her, their bodies touching as she descended, every curve and muscle felt between them. Heat felt something strong pounding against his chest, and whether it was the deep bass of the music or the thumping of his own heart, he couldn’t tell.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she cast him one last smile before spinning away, lost to the rhythm and the crowd. He watched her silent laughter bubble forth as a stranger twirled her. She didn’t seem to mind; she was enveloped in the moment, exuding freedom and radiance as her body swayed effortlessly to the beat.

Heat stepped off the dance floor with the music still pulsing in his ears. Spotting Killer leaning against the bar, he went over to order a new beer. They exchanged a few words, but Heat’s attention kept drifting back to Tobiuo, how her wide smile glowied as she danced effortlessly with another man.

He wasn’t the type to get jealous. But something stirred within him as he watched the way the stranger danced with her, the way his hand lingered on her waist, and the way their bodies touched. He took a slow sip from his drink, his eyes never leaving them, and chuckled at the thought that for just a brief second, she had been his and his alone. In the swirl of bodies and music, he saw the stranger lean in, and when his lips neared hers and she didn’t pull away, his jaw tightened, the corners of his Glasgow smile shifting into a sullen pout.

“Heat?” Killer called after him.

“Headin’ back to the ship,” the tattooed pirate muttered dryly, tearing his gaze away from the pair.

And before his friend could stop him, he strode toward the entrance of the bar, the light summer drizzle kissing his skin as he slipped into the night.

*****

WIRE

The Victoria Punk’s galley filled with the bitter aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Wire always made himself the strongest caffeine-laced drink when it was his turn to take the night watch, and that long, lonely night was not going to be any different.

Pouring the coffee with a slow tilt of the pot, he recalled how just minutes earlier, Heat had stormed back onto the ship, shutting himself in his cabin without a word. With a click of his tongue, Wire raised the cup to his lips, allowing the dark coffee to warm him as it slid down his throat in a slow, thoughtful sip. After so many years of friendship, he knew Heat like a younger brother, and the moment he rushed past without a glance, Wire knew exactly what had gone down at the bar.

“Tsk, pair of idiots,” the tall man muttered, his eyes flicking toward the ceiling as the soft patter of rain drummed lightly on the upper deck.

He settled onto a high stool, intending to enjoy his coffee, but just as he was about to take another sip, a familiar smoky smell drifted from the cabins, hitting his nostrils and causing him to close his eyes in resignation.

"Okay," he mumbled, leaving the cup on the table to make his way down to the crew’s quarters, knowing he would have to reheat the coffee later.

"Heat?" he called, tapping gently on the door with his knuckles, seeing wisps of smoke curling through the crack. "Do you want to talk?"

“Leave me alone,” a broken voice came from the other side of the door.

Wire rubbed a hand over his face, cursing himself for being there instead of drinking his beloved coffee, then carefully pushed the door open, crouching to peer inside.

What he saw was exactly what he expected. Heat was sprawled miserably across the hammock, staring blankly at the ceiling while clutching a small emergency fire extinguisher tightly against his chest.

“Heat... come on, get out. You know I can’t fit in here.”

His friend didn’t answer. Instead, he curled up and turned his back, pretending to ignore him. Wire let out a resigned huff, and bowing his head, stepped into the room.

“You know,” he said, his gaze drifting from the small fire extinguisher to the charred, still-smoldering mark on the wooden panel before the hammock, “you really should talk to her.”

A loud chuckle escaped Heat’s lips. “What for?” he asked, propping himself up to sit on the bed, looking at Wire with wide, skeptical eyes.

“To be straight with her and tell her how you feel,” Wire's voice sounded flat and unwavering.

Heat released the most hopeless sigh, tilting his head down so that his vibrant blue dreadlocks cascaded over his face. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floorboards, slowly shaking his head in defeat.

“How head-over-heels are you?” Wire asked, leaning in toward his friend, attempting to coax his gaze away from the floor.

The tattooed pirate raised his head, and gave the fire extinguisher a slight shake as he offered his friend a bittersweet smile.

“OK, that much…” Wire closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, pausing to gather his thoughts before continuing. “Listen... I’m NO expert on love, and honestly, I couldn’t care less about it. But I can tell you that a connection like the one you share doesn’t come around often. You guys are lucky, man. Are you really going to do nothing about it?”

“WIRE,” Heat replied in a warning tone, “she was with another guy at the bar. She left with him, and—”

“And?” Wire cut him off. “You’re seriously just gonna sit here and do nothing? That’s your plan? Laying around like some lovesick kid while she fucks guys who’ll probably treat her worse than you ever could?”

Heat’s scarred lips curled into a sour pout, his brows knitting together in a frown as he processed his friend’s words.

“You really gonna just stand there, watching her stroll in every morning, counting the hickeys on her neck?” The taller man kept pushing, planting scenarios in Heat’s mind that he knew would provoke a reaction. “You cool with being the one picking up the pieces like a good buddy when she falls for some random guy who leaves her hanging?”

Wire paused to study his friend's reaction. He seemed to be weighing his options, nervously raking a hand through his hair and bouncing one leg anxiously, making the metal rings on his belt clink.

“You know what?” he smirked, playfully rubbing his sideburns, determined to give him one final push to get him moving, “Maybe I’m the one who’s gonna hit on her and get her all hot and sweaty in my bed.”

Heat’s hands curled into claws, and his eyes blazed with rage. But Wire continued, unfazed.

“It’s gotta be one hell of a ride to bang the security officer of—”

Heat shot up like a coiled spring, the fire extinguisher clattering to the ground as he lunged at his friend like a beast. His hands clamped down on Wire's harness, and his lips twisted into a snarl that bared his teeth. For a few heart-stopping seconds, their faces hovered mere inches apart.

“That,” Wire grinned, “that’s the look I was waiting for.”

The enraged pirate blinked several times, his sharp, erratic breaths slowly calming as he released his grip on his friend. “Wire... I—I’m sorry...”

“Look,” Wire shook his head, trying to speak with patience. “You can sit here and be miserable. Burn the whole ship down if you want… ” He paused, placing his hands on his friend’s shoulders, “or maybe you could just talk to her.”

And giving him a light squeeze on his shoulders, he watched him nod.

*****

TOBIUO

The Victoria Punk was so different from the Polar Tank, Tobiuo thought as she saw it in the distance, making her way down the harbor toward where the allied ships and submarine were docked. The dinosaur skull figurehead looked even more menacing in the darkness of the night, its jaws open in a threatening grin that could terrify anyone who laid eyes on it. But not her.

The only thing that frightened the Heart Pirates' security officer that night was the thought of the conversation she would have with the red-haired captain’s commander, if she managed to find him.

The evening’s lighthearted dancing and laughter at the bar had been abruptly interrupted by his sudden disappearance, and she was left with a nagging sense of worry about where her friend had gone and what state he was in.

She wasn’t sure what she’d say to him, but the knot in her stomach kept tightening, and it would only get worse if she couldn’t speak to him and figure out why he’d left so unexpectedly.

As she reached the steps leading up to the Victoria Punk, she whistled to announce her presence. She knew Wire had stayed behind to guard the ship, and with no sign of opposition from him, she climbed the wooden stairs. It was astonishing how, thanks to the alliance between their captains, something once unthinkable like stepping foot on the deck of a rival ship had become so normal and accepted.

She had hoped to find the tall commander with the sideburns on deck and ask him about Heat, but no one came to welcome her.

Uncertain of what to do on a ship where she felt like an outsider, she stood at the edge of the deck, her fingers lightly grazing the wet railing as she stared out at the sea. The gentle summer drizzle barely disturbed its surface at first, but soon it thickened, each drop tapping against the wooden deck like a soft, relentless drumbeat. Her once-soft hair clung to her blue skin, framing her face in dark tendrils, and her boilersuit hugged her curves, heavy from the rain.

“Iyo?” a familiar voice called from behind, and Tobiuo felt her heart leap in her chest. The night was dark, the pale glow of the moon barely cutting through the heavy clouds, but she had no trouble recognizing those slow, hesitant steps, accompanied by the clink of metal rings.

“Why are you here?” the man in crimson trousers asked in a low, gravelly voice, his deep-set eyes peering at her through the relentless rain.

"You ask it like it’s a bad thing," Tobiuo’s hands moved with the response, a smile flickering across her lips as she signed her words.

Heat focused on the movements of her webbed fingers, then lifted his gaze to meet hers again. “No… no. It’s just…” he ran a hand over the back of his neck, “surprising to see you back from the bar so soon.”

“I was surprised you left so soon too. That’s why I’m here,” she signed very quickly, an unexpected wave of nervousness making her forget that he was still learning the language.

He watched her hands intently, his long lashes damp with rain. Then, with a slow shake of his head, he moved to the edge of the ship, resting his arms on the railing as he stared out into the distance.

“The guy you were with… was he a good dancer?” he tilted his head slightly to glance at Tobiuo’s hands.

“He was not bad,” she signed.

Heat turned his face back toward the horizon. His expression was serious and contemplative, his long hair soaked by the rain, dripping water onto his shoulders.

“He kissed you,” he added, his voice almost breaking.

The statement made Tobiuo, unwavering officer and feared fighter of the seas, freeze.

“Yes,” she finally signed. But Heat’s gaze remained fixed ahead, his brows furrowed in a frown.

The fishwoman had a hundred things she wanted to say, but the storm of feelings churning wildly in her chest paralyzed her hands. It was as if the air around her had thickened, making it impossible to lift her fingers and express the words that clamored for release.

“Why did you leave then?” The commander of the Kid Pirates turned to face her, his gaze darting between her face and her hands. “Weren’t you having fun with him?”

“Yes, he was fun….” Tobiuo’s hands faltered for a moment, her fingers straining against the weight of her thoughts. “But he had a problem.”

“What problem?” He raised an eyebrow, staring at her intently, his scarred lips pressed into a tight line. The fishwoman’s hands quivered, her striking white eyes dropping to the rain-soaked floor, and Heat reached for her chin, gently urging her to look up at him. The moment their eyes met, he raised his hands, signing in Auslan with exaggerated gestures, as he always did when trying to make himself understood. “What problem?”

Tobiuo's webbed fingers danced slowly in the air, and carefully traced her response.

“He wasn’t you.”

The relentless rain hammered against Heat’s face, but he remained still, staring intently at the officer with a grave and serious expression.

“Heart Pirate,” he warned, “don’t laugh at me—”

“I’d never laugh at you,” she hurriedly replied, finding the courage to step forward even though her strong legs felt weaker than ever.

As soon as her hands finished tracing the last word, Heat's hands pushed through the rain, urgently reaching for her. Warmth flooded her veins as their chests collided, and with their faces so close, he smiled down at her with something hungry flickering in his eyes. The moment hung in the air, heavy with vulnerability and longing, and when she grinned back at him, he could see those sharp teeth he was so fond of. Heat watched in awe as the rain danced on her glimmering skin, cascading down her diamond-shaped scales. The deep blue of her body glistened like wet ink under the stormy sky, making her a living jewel of the sea caught between the storm and the starlight.

“Iyo… I…” Heat pulled her close, his hand moving up to her nape, causing Tobiuo to shiver as his fingers brushed against the gills of her neck. “I want to kiss you.”

Tobiuo's heart pounded in her chest, racing as she closed her eyes under the rain and began to feel the soft brush of Heat’s scarred lips against hers. She was on the verge of losing herself on his touch, when the damn sense of responsibility hit her like a wave, causing her to lift a hand and place a finger against Heat's parted lips, stopping him before they crossed that line. The pirate looked at her, confused, his eyes immediately dropping to her hands in an attempt to understand.

“Heat, I don’t know if we should,” she signed, her eyes filled with concern. “What if we lose what we already have? What if we don’t work?”

Heat’s lips curved into a smile, his fingers gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, we’ll work…” he whispered, “I mean, look at us…” his fingers twisted a small lock, crafting a tiny braid. “Look at you…”

A warmth spread through Tobiuo’s chest, igniting a fluttering sensation in her stomach. Braiding hair was an intensely intimate gesture among her kind, and feeling Heat make such a sweet gesture sent a rush of emotion surging within her.

"We're from different crews..." was all she managed to sign, letting herself go once again, her cheeks flushing and her heart racing.

“We’re pirates,” his nose brushed against her neck. “Our whole life is a risk; we could die tomorrow, and I…” He pressed his lips to her skin, unable to contain himself. “I don’t want another day to go by without you knowing my heart is yours.”

A thrum of adrenaline coursed through her veins. She desperately cupped his face, feeling the rain run down the lines of his jaw, and as her lips throbbed with sweet, unbearable longing, she closed the distance between them, their lips finally meeting in a tender, loving kiss. Heat hummed as she traced his scars with her lips, his hands roaming over her small back, pulling her close. The rain fell harder now, drenching them both, but neither of them cared. The only thing that mattered was the urgency of their mouths, slowly devouring and exploring each other.

As their breaths quickened, the intensity grew; their thirst for one another giving way to more passionate and desperate kisses. Tobiuo's hands traveled up his neck, her fingertips brushing over the lines of his tattoos as her lips pressed into his with burning intensity. Her fingers tangled in his wet hair, instinctively pulling him to deepen the kiss, swallowing the low, muffled moan that escaped him. Heat’s hands moved down to her ass, grabbing it in firm handfuls, making her smile against his mouth, and as she felt his lips curve into a matching grin, she slid her barbed tongue deep into his mouth. He let out a low growl at the sensation of her rough muscle teasingly brushing against his own, and leaned into her, completely lost in the kiss.

Tobiuo kept kissing him, her body responding to the way his hands explored her skin, but when an unusual heat flared across her tongue, she slowed. The intensity of their kiss spread a fiery sensation through her, scorching from the depths of her throat to her lips. As she sensed the growing heat ignite in her lover’s mouth, she opened her eyes, and her ability to perceive body warmth revealed that Heat was losing control, the wildfire building in his throat. Alarmed, she pulled away, breaking the kiss.

“Big guy," she smiled, pressing her hand against the laces of the corset covering his chest, "be careful, or you’re gonna get us burned."

Heat smirked, leaning in again, his lips seeking hungrily hers, unwilling to let any distance separate them. “My beautiful sea jewel,” he whispered, unable to stop devouring her, “let’s head to my cabin and see how much heat we can handle...”

And as he scooped her up in his arms, Tobiuo laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting him guide her to the sweet intimacy of the lower decks.

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I have just one question for you, snail. What song are they dancing to in the bar? Do you know it? Because I don’t!

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