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a-killer-obsession · 27 days ago

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A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 54 - Twin Flames

You seek help for Heat, and have a heart to heart with Wire.

Word Count: ~6.8k

Heat seemed no better the next day, in fact he seemed maybe even a little worse. Everyone was collectively growing more and more concerned for him, and Mohawk was stressed that he had no way to give him fluids to combat his serious dehydration. You and Wire had tried to carefully pour water into his mouth in his fleeting conscious moments, but he wasn't ever awake long enough to drink anything near what he was losing in sweat. It only took one night of Heat moaning and whimpering in pain in his sleep for Kid to crack and do something he never thought he would do; ask Trafalgar Law for help.

The Victoria Punk was being held in Mogura Port, Killer had learned the name in his time as Kamazo, along with many other useful things about Wano and Kaido's forces. It actually wasn't far from the abandoned town you were currently in, less than a day's walk into the next region over. Unfortunately, Law's base was the opposite direction. It was for this reason a tough decision needed to be made.

Kid gathered everyone together, those who had survived, as well as a few new faces gained from the prison - those from other crews who would not follow their captains into Kaido's rule without a fight, or who jumped ship after seeing what was being done to Wano by Kaido's hand. Some of them you'd even met before, the ones who used to be part of Scratchmen or Hawkins’ crews but refused to take part in the bullshit going on in Wano. They were happy to join the Kid Pirates in exchange for their freedom and a chance at taking down Kaido. Kid explained what was happening, as well as Killer's unfortunate situation with the SMILE fruit, and the crew was split in two.

Killer needed to stay with Kid, the two of you were the only ones who knew their way around Wano, so naturally you each had to lead a group. Kid of course wanted to go to his ship, and gathered a group to do so; the bulk of the group, since it was the bigger job. The ship would no doubt be guarded, not to mention the manpower it required to sail such a large vessel. Yourself, Wire, Mohawk, Bubblegum and Mosh would take Heat to Law, as well as collect Dawn. You called ahead using the special local den-den Law had given you, making sure they had the supplies needed and that their base was still in the same place, then you gave the den-den to Killer. Once they had the ship, they could hide it elsewhere and call Law to pass along where to meet, once Heat was well enough to travel.

Killer took his time saying goodbye to you, taking advantage of the fact that he actually had the opportunity to hold you and kiss you goodbye this time. You couldn't spend forever though, Heat was fading by the minute, so you all said your goodbyes and hurried to Law's base. Mosh carried Heat's limp body, while Wire carried you on his back. This way, not only could the group move faster with their long legs, but you could put all your energy into keeping them cloaked, making it safer to travel. You insisted you could keep up, feeling guilty given how starved everyone else had been, but Wire wanted to get there as quickly as possible. Poor Mohawk was practically running the whole way, but never complained, he probably would have run by choice anyway, given the urgency of the situation.

With their fast movement, the one day journey was cut down to half a day. As soon as you made it to the town, you climbed down from Wire's back and led the group to the old theatre building where Law's crew was hiding. They were expecting you, thanks to your call, and were already set up for Heat, quickly ushering Mosh to take Heat to a side room that looked like it was once a dressing room for actors, laying him on a clean sheet on the floor in lieu of a bed, and hooking him up to all manner of IVs and monitors. There was nothing any of you could do now but wait and hope Heat pulled through. The others went to find food and rest, while you and Wire sat on the floor at Heat's side.

At first you sat side by side, but when Wire heard a sad sniffle come from you he pulled you into his lap, wrapping his cloak around you like a blanket. You snuggled into his chest, holding him tight, sensing he needed a hug as much as you did. You felt a great sense of guilt looking at Heat, maybe if you'd left the island quicker, if you'd come to rescue everyone quicker, maybe then he wouldn't be laying on the floor dying.

“I'm sorry I took so long,” you sniffed. You weren't sure if you were talking to Wire or Heat. “Maybe if I'd been quicker, this wouldn't have happened.”

“None of that,” Wire scolded, giving you a gentle squeeze, “Kil told me everything you went through. You had your own trials, you got here as fast as you could. You're here, you came to free us, that's all that mattered. We'd all be still rotting in prison if you didn't.”

You opened your mouth to reply, when the door to the room opened. In walked Ikkaku, and in her hands an absolute angelic sight. “Someone wanted to come say hi!” Ikkaku cooed at the bundle in her arms, “check this out.”

Ikkaku put Dawn down on the floor gently, and as soon as her little eyes registered you there she was up moving, army crawling along the floor, not quite properly crawling yet but certainly mobile. You cried as she cooed and babbled at you, scooting her way over to you. You picked her up as soon as she was close enough, kissing her all over her chubby face. “Look at you, pretty girl!! So smart!! When did you get so smart?” You felt a little mum guilt that you'd missed her starting to become mobile, but it's not like normal mothers had to deal with their entire family being kidnapped and imprisoned.

“Hi little lady,” Wire cooed, wiggling his finger at Dawn. She grabbed it and immediately put it in her mouth, chomping down on it. Wire's face quickly contorted in pain but he let her continue. “Teeth,” he said through a pained smile, making you laugh. Sure enough, her bottom front two teeth had broken through. No wonder she'd been so fussy before arriving at Wano. It seemed like she'd grown and changed so much in the short time you were gone, but you just had to focus on the fact that she was back in your arms, everything was going to be okay now. Your breasts leaked a little, reminding you that you hadn't had a chance to pump in the last 24 hours, and they were painfully full. You'd had too much on your mind to consider your own bodily needs.

“You mind if I?” You asked Wire as you raised the hem of your shirt. You were still sitting in his lap, but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Before Kaido you always went to a different room to feed - only Killer and Heat had seen you breastfeeding Dawn - but after the last few weeks you couldn't find a fuck to give anymore.

“Nah, go ahead,” Wire replied. He watched you, a little fascinated, as you pulled out a breast and Dawn quickly, and very enthusiastically, latched on. He'd never seen breastfeeding so close, he thought it was cool that you made food with your own body. Dawn was getting big, and pumping less over the last few days meant your supply wasn't as good, so she emptied both breasts, leaving her thoroughly milk drunk and dozing in your arms. Wire supported your arms as you held her, it was nice; you and Wire had never been super close, but this felt pleasantly domestic.

“Better?” Wire asked as you too started to fall asleep in his arms.

“Mmm,” you replied, “using a manual pump fucking sucks. And I missed my little girl. Leaving her here was the right choice though, it wasn't safe for her out there.”

“That must have been hard,” Wire hummed.

“It was, but I had to get my family back,” you replied with a yawn, “that includes you, Mr. Stoic. I'm happy you're safe too.”

“I gathered that from the big hug and kisses,” Wire snorted, before planting a kiss on the top of your head. Your mask had long since been discarded, sitting nearby on an old makeup vanity. “Thank you for saving us, [Y/n].” You stiffened a little at the use of your real name, you had sort of hoped that he wouldn't remember that detail. “Sorry, do you not want me to use that name?”

“No, it's okay,” you replied. That name was reserved for those you loved, but as you thought about it more, sitting comfortably in Wire's lap, your resolve softened. You loved Wire after all, just in a different way. “That name is only for those I love and trust most. You can use it, just don't go telling it to the world.”

Now it was his turn to stiffen, a little surprised at the admission, before he melted and held you a little closer, kissing your cheek before pressing his against it. “Love you too, [y/n],” he smiled, “I'm happy you think so highly of me.”

“Of course I do, you're a good man, Wire,” you reached up to stroke his other cheek, “and you're Heat's best friend. It'd be a bit awkward if I hated you,” you laughed.

“Can I tell you something?” Wire said hesitantly, pulling away a little to sit more upright. His tone made you a little anxious.

“Yeah, of course,” you replied.

“I'm in love with him,” Wire admitted, “I never told him that, and now I'm scared I never will.”

You were quiet for a moment at the confession, before taking his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. It made total sense to you, and you had no doubt Heat loved Wire that way too. “He's gonna wake up,” you assured him, “you'll get to tell him.”

“You're not mad?” Wire asked, flipping your hands over and threading his fingers through yours, playing with your thumb.

“Why would I be?” You asked. You were a bit naive when it came to relationships, but in your mind it all made sense. “I love Killer and Heat, Killer loves me and Kid, Heat loves you and I. I don't see a problem, as long as we're all happy, right?”

“Right,” Wire breathed a sigh of relief. Of course you wouldn't care, you already shared custody of Killer, Killer and Heat already shared you, what was one more person in the mix? As Wire played with your hand he realised that your palm was blistered, and looked painful, red and inflamed from lack of care. “[Y/n], your hand.”

“It's fine,” you assured him, pulling it away so he couldn't inspect it further.

“It's not,” he replied flatly, “hang on.” Wire shifted you back onto the floor carefully, given Dawn was still asleep in your lap, and disappeared out of the room. He came back a few minutes later with a few supplies, kneeling beside you and gently taking your hand. He cleaned the wound and applied ointment, then wrapped it carefully in a bandage. “You have to take better care of yourself, Heat would be pissed if you left this to get infected.”

“Sorry,” you said meekly. He was right, between this and your neglected breasts, you weren't taking care of yourself - you'd been too worried about Heat. Wire sighed and used a hand on the back of your head to pull you closer, kissing your forehead. Once he was satisfied your hand was taken care of, he sat cross legged next to you and carefully took Dawn from your lap, depositing her still sleeping form in the crook his legs made.

“Get some sleep,” he told you, “I'll wake you if anything changes or if Dawn needs you.”

“Thanks Wire,” you replied, pinching the bridge of your nose where a headache was forming from exhaustion. You'd put all your energy into keeping the group invisible during the journey and hadn't let yourself rest yet. You laid down next to Wire, resting your head on his leg. Your face was close to Dawn's, and her tiny snores soon lulled you into a deep sleep, aided by Wire gently stroking your hair and the steady beeping of Heat's heart rate monitor.

Wire was asleep when you woke up, resting upright against the cabinet behind him, his head lolled to the side. At some point someone had taken Dawn from his lap so the two of you could focus on Heat. Your head was still on Wire's lap, but you shot upright when you looked at Heat and saw his eyes open, smiling weakly at you from where he lay.

“HEAT!” you shouted, waking Wire as well. You scrambled to take Heat's hand, bringing it to your mouth and kissing it before pressing it to your forehead. It was significantly cooler than yesterday, his fever had definitely broken. Wire knelt at his side next to you, brushing the stray hair out of Heat's face and cupping his cheeks.

“Sorry, you both looked so tired, I didn't want to wake you,” Heat whispered. His voice was feeble and husky, but you were happy to hear it all the same. “You're here.”

“We're here,” you confirmed, teary eyed.

“I thought you were another hallucination,” he admitted.

“You had a bad fever,” Wire told him, “we're at the Heart Pirate base, they have you hooked up to medicines and fluids, you're gonna be okay.”

“Damn, must've been bad if Kid accepted help,” Heat coughed a weak laugh. You and Wire snorted, he wasn't wrong. “My dick still attached?”

“Yes Heat, your dick is still attached,” you rolled your eyes sarcastically, trying to let his jokes lighten the mood despite everything that had happened.

“You want to talk about it?” Wire asked him.

“Not right now,” Heat sighed, “just tell me we're going after the fucker who ordered this.”

“As soon as you're on your feet,” Wire assured him, “but you need to rest first. Your body went through a lot.”

“And Dawn?” Heat asked you, “is she okay?”

“Yeah, she's great,” you smiled, wiping a tear from your eye with a sniff, “she was staying here with the Hearts. She's got teeth now, and she's crawling, sort of. Do you want to see her?”

“Not right now,” Heat forced a small smile for you, his eyes closing in exhaustion, “I think I need to sleep more.”

“Do that then, we'll be right here,” Wire told him, “we're not going anywhere,” Wire hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath, “I… we, love you.”

“Mmm, I love you both too,” Heat replied, not even batting an eye at Wire's admission. Wire was a little stunned silent before Heat mustered the last of his energy to look at him. “What, you didn't think I loved you back? Idiot. I've been waiting years for you to say it.”

“You're the idiot,” Wire scoffed, his cheeks uncharacteristically flushed, “go to sleep, dumbass.”

“You're the dumbass,” Heat yawned, “love you both, truly. My twin flames.”

“Sleep, my love,” you cooed. He gave you a small nod and let his head fall to the side to be more comfortable, yawning once more before letting himself fall asleep. You put his hand back down at his side before throwing yourself at Wire, arms around his shoulders as he hugged you back, the two of you having a silent celebration that Heat was through the worst of it and was going to be okay.

All of the commanders were quick healers, and it only took a few days for Heat to be up on his feet. In that time Killer called to report the ship had been successfully retrieved and they were on route to the port closest to you. Heat was doing well, and the Hearts had stitched all his wounds up, leaving what would eventually be minimal scars. Any signs of infection were now erased, and he seemed in high spirits. Heat was already talking about getting repierced, to which Wire told him he was a fucking idiot. You gave the two of them plenty of time alone together, just as Wire gave you time alone with him as well, but most of your time was spent as a trio, happy to all be back together. Heat was of course overjoyed to hold Dawn again, and did so as soon as he was strong enough to sit up.

Heat didn't talk to you or Wire about what had happened, which was beginning to concern the two of you, Wire more than yourself. It was clear, given his injuries and the state he was found in, what he'd been through. You couldn't fault him for not talking, you knew from experience how hard it was to admit to yourself what you'd been through.

Wire didn't understand the same way you did though, he'd never been through anything like that. He thought Heat needed to talk or it would eat away at him, while you understood that he needed time if he was ever going to talk about it. Heat seemed content to make light hearted jokes and ignore everything that'd happened, but Wire was convinced it was just a cover. It probably was, but that didn't change the fact that Heat clearly wasn't ready to talk about it. He had other things on his mind he'd rather focus on, like spending time with his daughter and getting strong again so he could fight Kaido. He absolutely did not want to be benched when the rest of you went to take the emperor on. Given the trauma he'd been through, you didn't blame him for focusing on other things.

You couldn't help the awful guilt you felt about his situation though, especially remembering back to those Beast Pirates in that bar who you now realised had been talking about Heat. Maybe if you'd stuck around and listened longer you would have prioritised looking for him, maybe followed the pirates to find the prison sooner. If you'd just been brave enough to ignore your own trauma you could have saved him from some. Of course you wouldn't admit that to Heat or Wire, you felt too ashamed of yourself, and you certainly didn't want Heat to know that there were pirates out there bragging to whoever would listen about what they'd done to him.

“I just don't think it's healthy,” Wire grumbled. The two of you had left Heat to sleep for a bit, while you discussed plans to meet back up with the others. “He's clearly not okay.”

“So what, you're gonna force him to talk?” You scoffed, “have you ever been sexually assaulted, Wire? He needs time. It could be years before he's ready to talk.”

Wire sighed and ran a tired hand down his face, leaning harder on the wall behind him. His head tilted back and knocked against the wall for a moment, before tilting back forward to look at you. He looked exhausted, and lost. “I just… I don't know what to do,” he admitted, “I'm what… his boyfriend now, I guess? But I'm already doing such a shit job. I should be helping him, right? I don't know what I'm doing, I've never done,” - Wire made a sweeping motion with his hand - “this before.”

“Just be there for him,” you replied, taking a few steps forward and reaching up on your tiptoes so you could cup his face with your hands, “just show him that he's loved. That's what he needs from us right now.”

“I feel useless,” Wire sighed, “but I'm glad I at least have you to guide me. I'm not good at this - emotions and stuff. I've never felt this way before with anyone else, hell I didn't even think I could, but almost losing him… I couldn't deny it any longer. I've never been more scared.”

“I understand what you mean,” you sighed as well in solidarity, appreciating how hard it must be for Wire to be so open and vulnerable with you, “Heat is… special. There's nobody like him. You're not useless, our love will be the force that guides him through this, just have faith, give him time. He helped me through so much, we just need to do the same for him. Just be there for him, show him you care and you love him, he'll get there eventually.”

Wire nodded thoughtfully and rested the weight of his head in your hands, letting his eyes close for a moment. “Are you okay, Wire?” You asked him. His eyes flickered open at the question.

“Just stressed, I guess,” he responded, straightening his posture. Your hands slipped from his face but he took one in his own larger hand, yours being the one with the burn, holding it in the air between you and inspecting it, ensuring your bandages were still in order. Satisfied with the state of them, he let your hands fall together until you were holding hands gently in the space between your bodies, his thumb rubbing over yours. “I appreciate your willingness to be open with this,” he said, idly playing with your hand, “I was worried I was intruding. I mean, you have a daughter with him, you're practically married. I didn't know if I had a place here, with him.”

“Of course you do,” you reassured, “you're just as important to him as Dawn, don't put yourself down.”

“Mmm,” Wire hummed, raising your hand to kiss it, “I understand why he loves you. You're special too, you know.”

“Shush,” you smacked him playfully, “watch yourself or I'll fall in love with you too. Anyway, we should get back to him before he wakes up.” Wire nodded quietly and took your hand, the two of you walking back to the room where Heat was sleeping. Or at least was supposed to be.

As the two of you approached, you heard grunts, and something akin to a pained cry. You exchanged a quick look with Wire, his face showing he was just as concerned as you were, and you both hurried the rest of the short distance to the door, rushing in without knocking. Neither of you expected what you found, thinking Heat was hurt, or perhaps even hurting himself. In a way, he sort of was, but not purposefully.

His cries were out of frustration. Erect cock in his hand, blankets pushed aside, his face flushed with pink. He'd clearly woken aroused, and had thought he could just take care of it before you and Wire got back. The look of shame on his face was clear as he caught sight of you and Wire, rolling to his side with a whimper and pulling the blanket over himself, hiding his reddened face under it. “Please, don't,” he said softly with a disappointed huff, “you don't have to tell me how much I shouldn't be fucking around with it. I know, okay?”

You didn't have to look at Wire, the two of you were on the same wavelength as you both walked towards Heat, laying either side of him and tucking under the blanket to hold him tight, sandwiching him between your bodies. Heat's face was pressed against Wire's chest, while you spooned Heat's back. “I feel broken,” Heat sniffed. Your heart snapped hearing the hurt in his voice. “Can't even fucking jerk off properly anymore. I'm broken. You should both just leave.”

“You think I said I love you because I want to fuck you?” Wire asked, tilting Heat's chin to look at him. His sunken eyes were somehow even sadder than usual, eyes reddened from crying. He must have been awake and trying to get himself off for a while before you returned. “We love you for you, dumbass. You don't owe us your body, we don't need it. Only you.”

“You could be a brain in a jar for all I care,” you added, “you make me laugh, you make me feel loved and wanted. That's all I need.”

Wire, who could still feel Heat's erection pressed against his thigh, ran his thumb over Heat's scarred chin. He knew Heat better than anyone, and the way Heat wouldn't meet his eye told him there was more to be said here. “But you want it, don't you?” Wire inquired. Heat nodded with a quiet whimper, not wanting to verbalise it. It wasn't hard to understand why. He felt like he shouldn't want it. After everything he'd been through, he should be repulsed at the idea of being touched, especially in a sexual way. He was bruised and cut and torn and reliving his trauma in his dreams every time he fell asleep but all he wanted was to feel good and normal, to feel his loved ones touch him softly and prove to him that he was loved. You understood, and so did Wire, it didn't need to be said.

“Shh,” Wire cooed, “if you want us to help you, we will. You only have to ask, Heat. There's no shame here. There's no right or wrong for how you're supposed to feel right now, only you can know the answer to that. Nobody's gonna scold you for wanting to feel some ounce of normalcy.”

“Touch me, please,” Heat begged, almost a cry, finally meeting Wire's eyes. Wire only nodded, and kissed him tenderly, cupping his face with one hand while the other stroked up and down his tattooed arm. You pressed closer to Heat's back, running gentle fingertips down it. The three of you would need to go about this carefully, but that didn't mean it was impossible. If Heat needed this, you would do whatever you could to help him. His nipples were covered in gauze patches, his anus had multiple tears and internal injuries, and the underside of his cock had three sets of stitches as well as several burns from the electrical torture, but that didn't mean there were no options. The rest of his body, while bruised and still healing in some places, was mostly fine, as well as the top side and head of his cock, and many androgynous zones like his neck were okay to touch. You had your own ways as well.

“Heat, do you want me to use my fruit?” You asked softly, “I can stimulate the parts of you that can't be touched right now.” Heat nodded and you got up, you hadn't been wearing your visor since you woke up and needed it to disengage the seastone on your bracelet. When you returned the three of you shuffled into a comfortable position; you sitting up against a wall, Heat resting face up, almost laying in your lap, and Wire between his legs. Heat's cock was still exposed, as it had been for several days now, as he wore only a hospital style gown to give access to his injuries. You unfastened the shoulder ties on the gown and Wire carefully pulled it over Heat's head, leaving him entirely naked. He shivered at the exposure, so you wrapped your arms around him to lend him your warm. Your breasts pressed against his back, which gave you another idea.

“Heat, do you want milk?” You asked, thinking it might offer him some comfort. Wire raised a brow but said nothing, he'd been sexually involved with Heat for years and breastfeeding was definitely not high on the list of weird kinks Heat had. Being that Wire didn't have the equipment for it though, he had no idea Heat was into that. Heat's eyes flicked to Wire for a moment, a little unsure about feeding in front of him, before ultimately deciding that his need outweighed his discomfort. He nodded and you shuffled around a little, moving more to his side and cradling his head gently.

Heat watched eagerly as you pulled your shirt over your head, slipping it carefully over your visor, your breasts enlarged by milk falling into place. He pressed his face into them and inhaled deeply, before looking up at you with sullen eyes and latching on to one nipple. You made a small whine at the feel of your lover's mouth on your breast, having not felt it in such a long time. Kid wasn't your lover, not like Heat and Killer, and Killer wasn't into breastfeeding, so he'd avoided your nipples for a while now. Wire watched with curiosity as Heat's eyes closed, cock twitching in response to the comforting milk.

You exchanged a look with Wire, nodding for him to continue, and the tall man took Heat's needy cock in his hands carefully. He considered for a moment what he was even capable of doing, before bending to take the head of it in his mouth, using his tongue to stimulate the smooth skin. Meanwhile, he brushed his fingers up and down the top of Heat's length, as though petting an animal, his other hand coming up underneath to massage Heat's balls.

Heat groaned against your breast as you carded your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp in a way you knew he liked as he suckled at your tit. You used your devil fruit to increase Heat's pleasure, making him feel like Wire was able to wrap his hand entirely around Heat's cock, matching the sensation to Wire's motions. With his eyes closed it was easy for him to give in to the illusion that there was nothing wrong, just a normal shallow blowjob. It felt good, he felt more whole, less like he'd just been horribly abused. This is what he wanted, just a moment to feel like nothing had happened, so he could just be happy for a little while.

“Good boy, Heat,” you cooed, “you're doing so well, letting us take care of you.” Heat groaned into your skin, his hand running down your front. He wanted to touch you and confirm that this wasn't all just for show, that you really wanted this, that you still wanted him when he was so messed up. His fingers caught the hem of your skirt and pulled it up to bunch at your belly, before threading his hand under the waistband of your panties. Your breath hitched as he found your folds, dipping his fingers between and groaning at how wet you were as he played with you. He had no precise goal in mind, he just wanted to feel your body and remember how you felt under his fingertips. “You-you don't have to do that,” you puffed, biting back a moan as he rolled his thumb over your clit.

“Want to,” he mumbled against your tit, “wanna feel you too.”

“Okay,” you relented, parting your legs a little further for him. You had to hook one leg over his abdomen to make space for his hand, but as soon as you did he took the opportunity to press his fingers into you. “Ahh, fuck,” you moaned as he slowly pumped you with two fingers, still massaging your nipple with his tongue, and draining every drop of milk he could. You could worry about feeding Dawn later, there was plenty of formula for her here, right now Heat was your priority.

Not wanting Wire to feel left out, you used your fruit to stimulate him too. His eyes went wide as he paused working on Heat for a moment, surprised by the foreign feeling, before he groaned and returned to sucking Heat's cock, looking at you through half lidded eyes. He ground himself against the floor for additional relief, your stimulation of his nerves made him feel like he needed to be moving. The room was quiet save for heavy breaths, shared moans and the rustling of fabric as the three of you just slowly enjoyed each other, just appreciating being together and alive.

Heat swapped to your other breast, looking up at you as he swiped his tongue over the first to catch anything left before taking the other in his mouth, groping the first with his hand now that he knew no milk would be lost. He added a third finger into you, curling them to spur you on and pressing a thumb to your clit. You moaned and bucked against his hand, feeling your abdomen pulling tight at his work. Heat wasn't far off himself, his hips raising to delve further into Wire's mouth before Wire put a stern hand on either hip, keeping Heat from hurting himself. You increased your stimulation on Heat's nerves to compensate, until he pulled off your breast panting heavily, his head falling back against your arm as his eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.

“Need to feel you cum,” he begged, “need it, cum for me, please.” You couldn't deny his plea, so you used your fruit to give yourself the last push you needed to get there, so he could get there. You were fine with shortening your own pleasure if it meant allowing him his. Your panties soaked with your release as you shook, moaning out Heat's name as you contracted around his fingers. The wetness in his hand and you moaning his name was the last bit he needed to finish, and he called for Wire as he flooded the taller man's mouth with cum. Wire swallowed what he was given happily, licking away the last few drops until he was certain Heat was done.

Heat panted and went boneless in your arms, a small smile on his face. It was the first time you'd seen him smile in weeks, your own smile forming to mirror his. Wire crawled the length of Heat's body to kiss him, before leaning up and kissing you as well. You could taste Heat's release on his tongue as it pressed against yours, making you whine and feel needy again. Heat's fingers were still inside you, and he felt you twitch with the newfound need as your hips shifted to seek more movement.

Heat was watching you kiss Wire from where he lay in your arms, and he liked how it looked. He pulled his fingers out of you, before grabbing Wire's hand and forcing it into your panties. Both you and Wire gasped at the sudden forcefulness, looking at each other and Heat in confusion, but for some reason neither of you protested Wire's warm hand against your cunt. “Fuck her,” Heat commanded. He wasn't often bossy, so the command made both you and Wire shiver. “I wanna hear her scream.”

Wire was already playing with your pussy, making you hold on to him for support as his much longer fingers found your entrance and slipped inside. “Feel how wet and needy she is?” Heat continued, “she needs a cock. Fuck her, for me.”

“You sure?” Wire asked, though you weren't sure who the question was directed at. Heat had always enjoyed watching others receive pleasure, Wire knew this, but he felt like he was intruding in this context. They'd shared casual partners before, but before you Heat had never had a proper girlfriend, this felt like a different ball game to Wire.

“Fuck her hard,” Heat confirmed, “make her feel good.”

Wire didn't wait for anymore confirmation before you were being manhandled by him. He flipped your bracelet before removing your mask and stripping your already soaked panties. He pulled your body so you were on top of Heat on all fours, giving your boyfriend a perfect view of your face as Wire pulled down his shorts enough to free his cock and pressed his erection against your cunt. “Eyes on me,” Heat commanded as you closed your eyes in anticipation, forcing you to open them again and look at him. There was a determination on his face, as well as a dark hunger in his eyes.

The breath was forced out of you as Wire slid inside you. You could feel he was larger than the other three commanders, your pussy stretching with a slight sting to accommodate his girth. It seemed like his length would go forever as he got deeper, until his tip kissed your cervix and you made a short whimper. He stopped where he was, his base unable to meet flush with you, proving just how big he was, matching his height. He gave you a few moments to adjust, but didn't leave them empty. A clap rang out through the room as Wire's hand made contact with the flesh of your ass, making you let out an unexpected grunt. “Fuck,” you huffed.

“Yeah, you liked that?” Wire asked, voice sultry and teasing. You nodded with a mumbled “mmm” and he spanked you again, harder. “Words, use them,” he growled.

“Yes!” You squeaked, “I- I like it!”

“Good girl,” Wire cooed, before withdrawing his cock and slamming it back into you. He started a bruising pace immediately, intermittently disrupted by spanks that left your ass reddened. Heat had told him to fuck you hard, and he was taking that to heart.

Meanwhile, Heat's eyes were solely focused on your face, his hands running up and down your sides softly, contrasting with Wire's rough treatment. Your pussy made pornographic wet squelches as Wire's cock pistoned in and out of you, his girth filling you entirely and setting off every sensitive nerve. When he wasn't spanking you, he was groping your ass and thighs, and soothing his hands over the reddened skin only to redden it further. He purred praises about how tight and wet you were, how well you took him, how pretty the sounds you made were. The whole experience was making your head spin, your brows furrowing as you tried to close your eyes but Heat growled at you. He cupped your face hard, squeezing your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and groaned as you eagerly took it in your mouth and sucked on it, looking at him with a fucked out expression.

The way you whined around his thumb told him how close you were, eyes every now and then rolling back in pleasure as Wire fucked you hard and fast, your body jostled back and forth as you knelt over Heat. Wire could feel it too, as your cunt fluttered around him, and his fingertips dug into the plush of your thighs. He was close as well, already halfway there when he'd started because of your devil fruit.

“Heat, where do you want me to cum?” Wire asked between groans and heavy breaths.

“Spray her back,” Heat told him, “mark her. I want her to feel what a little slut she is.” Your eyes widened with a whine, Heat had never called you anything like that before, you kinda liked it when it was coming from him. He used his thumb in your mouth to force it open, playing with your tongue but wanting to not muffle your sounds. “Tell him what you want,” he commanded you, letting your mouth move freely as he fully removed his thumb.

“I-I want your cum, Wire!” You moaned, feeling yourself about to snap at the forced dirty words, “Cum on me, please. I'm gonna- fuck, fuck, c-umming!” You let out a deep groan and tried to bury your face against Heat's chest, but he held your face tight, forcing you to keep eye contact as you came. Your eyes rolled and you saw white as you clamped down around Wire, the added tightness making it almost impossible for him to pull out, the first few spurts of his cum deposited inside you before the rest splattered against your ass.

“Fuck,” Wire swore, collapsing with a shiver against your back.

“There's my good girl,” Heat cooed, pushing strands of hair out of your face and craning his neck to kiss you tenderly. “Thanks for indulging me.”

“Mmm,” you murmured back with a small smile, nuzzling into his shoulder with a contented sigh. The three of you rolled to the side to lay down, this time with you in the middle of the sandwich. You and Heat exchanged soft kisses for an age, while Wire nestled against your back, breathing in your scent. After a while he got up, returning with water and clean rags, cleaning both you and Heat before resuming his earlier position, the blankets now pulled up to cover the three of you on your makeshift floor bed, eventually filling the room with soft snores.

A/N: Next week will be the grand finale of Wavelengths! On Tuesday ch 55 will release as usual, then ch 56 will release on Wednesday to round out the fic. Thanks for all your love on Wavelengths, I hope you all enjoy the finale!

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Chapter 18: Spooky Séance

Content/Trigger warning: More Rowena backstory revealed, including her trauma. PTSD, lots of violent imagery and gory description, mass execution via burning alive, slavery, suicidal ideations, sexual assault, and other trauma. If these heavy themes are triggering for you, please read with caution - that section will be separated out by a line divider with a pre-warning as well so you can just skip ahead.

The days at sea became harsh as they encountered weather pattern changes every few hours. First it was sweltering hot, then it started snowing, and lastly it was storming with the sea raging. The ship rocked sideways as it was lambasted by waves and rain. The rain decided it was staying put, the crew mingled around inside the ship trying to keep themselves entertained. Somehow, they all ended up in the mess hall – the smell of chili wafting from the hall. As the crew ate and drank; someone began telling a ghost story which started a competition of scary stories over beer.

Rowena and Kid sat together listening to Wire telling a story. As he got to the good part, thunder roared above them – the hall was shaking; everyone took several swigs of drink. Wire finished his story with a jump-scare, and the crew looked around for the next volunteer. The ship’s cat settled on the table next to Heat – the feline never far from his side.

Mosh spoke up, “Hey Rowena, you got any scary stories to share?”

“I don’t really have any stories, sorry. I could give y’all a rundown of my life, that was pretty sad and horrific,” she chuckled darkly in her cup. Kid wrapped a protective arm over her, glaring at Mosh.

Gig called out, “but like can you do anything spooky?”

A look came over her face. “Do you guys want to have a séance?” Everyone gave her a confused look. “Want to try and contact the dead?” The response was ruffled; some pirates look utterly terrified, the others looked game.

“Ok, anyone that wants to join come to this table. If you’re bowing out, sit somewhere else,” Kid ordered.

The crew began adjusting their seats while the Witch went to grab her things. She came back and set the crystal ball on the center of the table. She pulled out three candles, crystals, her dagger, palo santo cones and some salt. Their table had 13 pirates; the rest watched with interest around them.

“Pussies,” Kid laughed at them. Rowena arranged her items while smoking a joint. Kid leaned in to pluck it from her lips, she jerked her head away.

“Sorry, for mediums only,” she winked at him. He snatched it anyways. Sighing, she untied the witch’s ladder from her wrist and set it down.

Rowena instructed the participants to take some calming breaths and to think clearly of their desires; do they want to contact a spirit; do they wish to ask questions, etc. Taking a gulp of air, she turned and blew the chandelier lanterns out, waving a hand over the three smaller candles and they sparked, slowly burning. She then instructed the men to put their hands flat on the table, fingers touching each other and to not let go under any circumstances.

They exchanged looks but followed her orders; one man tried to object but she barked at him, “either maintain skin contact with each other or risk demonic possession or worse.” That shut him up. Her pinky fingers touched Kid and Killer’s hands on either side of her, curling her finger around her Supernova’s pinky and she began.

The rain pounded the ship, adding to the creepy aesthetic happening in the mess hall. Rowena’s eyes were closed as she took meditative breaths, the crew buzzed nervously.

“Is there anyone out there?” she called out – there was only silence. “If you are there, make yourself known. Knock on this table and tell us, are you here? Knock once for yes, twice for no. Knock if you understand.”

Knock. The pirates gasped, staring at the table. The sound had sounded like it came from the crystal ball but the orb was empty, reflecting the candle lights.

“Were you called by one of us?” Knock Knock.

“Can you name your caller?” Knock Knock.

She frowned. “Can you show us who you are drawn to?” Knock.

“Please show us.”

They heard a light rattling; looking down, they saw the witch’s ladder shaking lightly, vibrating. Suddenly, it shot forward across the table until it sat in front of the cat. Nervous snickering emitted from the crowd, the feline laid its ears flat, letting out a nervous growl.

“Cat says she senses something.”

The cat sniffed the air, batting at nothingness, then she let out a small meow, laying down and exposing her belly. Kid looked at Rowena.

“She says she recognizes who it is. It’s the Captain of her last ship; That island we found her on, their ship crashed and they washed up on shore, just the two of them. He died there years before we found her.” The cat began pacing until she settled on Heat. A candle went out.

“I think…I think her former Captain’s spirit moved on; I don’t sense it anymore.” The pirates in the back began to cheer. “Someone give me a shot of whiskey,” she requested.

Wire walked over and tipped his flask to her mouth. Taking a gulp, she grimaced as the bitter liquid went down her throat. Taking a breath, she let out a thin stream of fire at the candle, reigniting it. Kid grinned widely at her.

“Ok let’s try again. Same actions as before, try and project those thoughts as loud as you can. They won’t come if you don’t call loudly enough.”

Silence fell over as they all did as she said. After a few minutes, she started again, calling out for anyone or anything out there. Kid jolted; he swore he saw a red eye flash in the crystal ball for a split second; the hair on his neck stood up. Rowena squeezed his finger. She began chanting, trying to coax anyone into communicating with them. After another minute, she began quieting down, eyes shut closed in concentration. Lightning and thunder unrelenting outside.

Killer was the first to notice the fog in the room. It was thin as it coated the floors, quickly flooding the room. “Uh Rowena, should this be happening?”

No response. The fog hovered above the floor and stayed there. The pirates began shuffling nervously, some adjusted their seats, moving from the benches to tabletops to be out of reach of the fog.

Kid leaned his face to hers, “Rowena?” The crystal ball began to pulsate a pale, purple glow.

Her eyes opened and she gasped, looking around at everyone, examining the faces in front of her. She turned to face Kid and his eyes widened; her irises were dark gray.

“Rowena, what’s wrong?” he asked, anxiety building in his stomach. The Witch dropped her jaw, giving him a look in response. She looked at the table items; she leaned over to inspect the dagger and let out a shriek as she looked at her reflection.

“I can’t…I can’t believe it. My prayers, they’ve been answered,” she spoke but it wasn’t Rowena’s voice. Instead, the voice had an accent, a dialect he’d never heard before and couldn’t place.

“Mi hijita linda, she’s so grown up,” tears fell from her cheek, chest rising and falling rapidly. She ripped her hands from the table – at the distress of the others – and she wrapped her arms around her body, hugging herself tightly as she sobbed.

Kid looked at Killer who shrugged at him. The Captain leaned down, “Uhh…Are you, Hecate?”

The Witch’s head snapped up, “Yes, that is my name. Who are you? Why is my daughter amongst,” she looked over the crew, “pirates?” Kid let out a huff through his nose.

“Ok men, shut up. We’re speaking with Rowena’s mother, I guess. I’m Captain Kid, your daughter is a guest on my ship. She was leading a séance and now you’re here.” Rowena/Hecate stared at him intently, before nodding her head.

“I see. So she survived the massacre but my poor girl she was still young when that happened.” She closed her eyes, placing a hand to her chest. “Do you mind? I want to try something,” she reached for the crystal ball without waiting on a response.

The glow pulsed excitedly. She hovered her hands over the orb, swaying them gently. The purple became less of an ethereal glow and smoky whisps shrouded the orb. The swirling circled around the orb until it cleared, and nothing could have prepared Kid or the Kid Pirates for the horror movie they would be subjected to.

TW - heavy themes and violent descriptions/trauma described below

Flames were licking the sky, smoke and ash rising into the air. Women were being burned alive all around; the main perspective shifted and looked down at itself, at her own bounded body on the unlit pyre. She watched as a stocky man wearing a Marine hat and cape walked up to her.

‘You know, I don’t enjoy subjecting children or women to such brutal acts; but your kind are too dangerous to be left alive. It’s nothing personal kid, just doing my job’ he reached a hand at her, his hand was made of magma, and he dropped it beneath her feet.

The pyre lit up and she began to scream. Her flesh burned away until there was only blackened bone, her screams becoming garbled whispers as her vocal chords burned away along with her lungs. The sky changed as it became a dull gray, the ground was gray too. A skeletal arm with ribbons of muscle reached out, digging into the ground as she pulled herself from the pit. Every movement was followed by wailing screeches of pain until the movements ceased.

The sky changed again, this time it was less gray. The arm laid out in front of her was no longer skeletal. It was flesh again, but the flesh was marred with burn marks, still healing itself. A noise came from the side, she turned her head but she was blind in one eye. Through a haze, she could vaguely see the face bent down to her.

‘Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re still alive,’ and he called out for someone. She closed her eyes and blackness took over.

She opened her eyes and she was laying belly down on a table, bounded and gagged. She struggled and was met with a hit to the back of the head. She could only see the lit fire in front of her as she started hyperventilating, whimpered shrieks coming from within.

‘Stop moving or we’ll have to mark you elsewhere’ a voice snarled at her. She watched in fear as a hand lifted a poker, a red-hot symbol was on the end of it, and it was lifted behind her. Muffled screaming emitted from her as she whipped her head around, pain engulfing her as her body convulsed on the table and the blackness took her over again.

The scene changed, this time she was standing in front of a window. The framed arches were marble white and she looked at her reflection. Hair pulled back, collar around her neck, the look in Rowena’s eyes were emotionless. Cold. Tired. She looked down, she was high up – if she could maybe just push the window open as she brushed her fingers against the glass – she was yanked backwards and thrown on the floor.

‘Insolent wretch, do your fucking job. Useless gash’ as guards kicked her; she curled into herself, taking the kicks and not making a sound as her body jolted in every direction as they took out their cruelty on her defenseless form.

Sitting in a cage, she watched as the others were dragged to the platform, voice booming as the bidding began. Her hands were trembling. She started muttering in tongues to herself, placing her hand on the ground – black tendrils began to reach from her fingertips, slowly reaching outwards, they were cut short as a boot stomped on her outstretched fingers.

‘Kishishshishi. Well, what do we have here? A rare treasure.’ A large, terrifying face looked down at her.

‘She’s perfect! So cute, I want her,’ a shrill voice yelled, a pink haired girl bounded up to the bars.

‘Then she’s yours, my child,’ the man said.

Smokey whisps revealed a new location, more terrifying than the last. First an asylum with medical instruments, a hook nosed doctor with a steel chin operating on her. A haunted graveyard of zombies chasing her, scratching her, and waving weapons at her as she ran through a field.

She hid behind a tree, catching her breath. She heard a chuckle next to her as she was lifted into the air by her throat and slammed against the tree; the man, no creature materialized out of thin air, his face was mutilated – half human, half lion. It smiled wickedly at her as it began to grope her body as she screamed at him to let go. He slapped her, knocking her head against the tree with a loud thwack.

‘We own you now. I will never stop, and you will never escape from me,’ it licked her face, lapping up her tears. She kicked out, nailing him in between the legs and he dropped her, wheezing to the ground. She began running and running. The sky around her changed from day to night, inside and outside as she kept running.

She was inside now, looking at the armor in front of her. Her arms reached and touched it but there was no reflection in the metal. She turned and helped with the brutal extraction of a green-haired and blonde-haired mans’ shadows from their bodies, forcing them into the crudely stitched zombie corpses. She returned to the halls to restart the hunting process with the spider mice and other zombies.

Having caught the pirate ship’s captain, she waited for the Mysterious Four per the Warlord’s command. She was curious and came face to face with the young man with a straw hat in his golden suit of armor. He was friendly towards her, introducing himself and asking for her help, explaining how of course he had to dress up as a knight at the first opportunity. It confused her, his entire being made her feel conflicted. She made a feeble attempt to break his will and the man got annoyed at her.

‘Hey quit it! I don’t have time for this, I gotta get out of here and find my crew. You look like you could stand to get out of this dump.’

She began to cry, ‘I can’t. They have my shadow. I can never leave.’

‘Like Brook and the others huh?’ Luffy tilted his head at her. He gave her a sad look before he grinned widely, ‘not for long,’ looking defiantly at Moria’s stature. She helped her master sever his shadow as his corporeal body fell to the ground lifeless. Then she was helping her master revive a monstrous giant with straw hat’s shadow.

She was surprised to find the young captain retained his personality even after the contract on his shadow from Moria. She began to listen to him, his spouts of defiance in favor of his friends and adventure. Ruining all of Moria’s preparations, listening to him lose his shit in front of another Warlord of the Sea.

The fighting was brutal and intense, they were losing and Moria made a last-ditch effort for control – he made an offer, defeat him and their shadows would be freed. The young captain accepted the challenge. Then the young Captain stretched out a hand to her, offering her a place on his crew, she was dumbstruck. She was being pulled back but she ripped herself away and grasped onto the hand in front of her.

She and a skeleton man with an afro were now fighting alongside the young man’s crew, her fury directed at those who had tormented her as she slashed down at the commanders. She zeroed in on the lion man and ran after him, she slashed him once as he screamed in fear and turned invisible, escaping her.

“ABSALOM YOU COWARD!!!!” she shrieked, pure loathing in her eyes, chest heaving as an orange-haired woman stood behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder as she too glared in the direction the invisible turning pervert ran.

The scene changed again and now the sky was sunny and clear – it had been so long it hurt her eyes. The blonde chef was serving up lunch and the group laughed amongst each other having a good time. She stayed quiet until the others started engaging with her, pulling back her layers of loneliness and anger. She soon found herself smiling, it hurt her face.

The crew sat around a small fire while Rowena spoke, the group look solemn, somber, sorrowful. When her hand went to her mouth, no longer able to speak, Luffy ran up to her, giant eyes waterfalling tears, gasping and with shaky arms, hugged her. Rubber arms triple wrapping her and she went rigid, not sure what to do. The others slowly followed suit until she was at the center of a group hug. Everyone silent and crying but hugging and showing support. She began to smile as tears began to waterfall from her eyes, chest heaving from laughter and crying.

The scenes rapidly changed to different adventures, different fights, being chased by huge beasts and laughing while running. More scenes came as they focused on the Straw Hat crew faces, as if she was committing them to her memory forever.

They were having a water fight on the ship and she was winning – funneling ocean water directly at her crewmates, laughing in glee. Straw Hat Luffy was grumpy at her, calling her a cheater as he laid on his back, unable to move. The Witch jumped on to the deck next to him only to be drenched in water as the others advanced on her and the Captain with their water guns, they were all laughing together and completely soaked.

-end TW-

The crystal ball began to clear until only the light purple glow remained. Rowena/Hecate was sobbing, gasping loudly. The Kid Pirates were all still staring at the orb, not done processing what they witnessed in front of them. Kid was shaking, looking at the woman next to him.

“So much pain, so much hatred. And she rose above it. And she found friends, I-” the Witch laid her head on the table and she cried. Kid rubbed her back, not sure what else to do. Killer did the same. After a few moments, she sat back up, rubbing her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to see what her life was like after the attack. I never would have thought…” she didn’t finish the sentence. She was offered a flask and she drank from it, draining it in seconds.

She looked to Kid, “Please when I go, please tell me daughter I am so sorry. I failed her, I should have been there to save her from that hell,” tears fell again. Kid nodded. That seemed to calm her down some. “I can’t stay much longer. Before I go, is there anything I can do or any questions you want me to answer?”

Kid gave it a thought. “She said she never knew her father. Do you recall him?” The Witch gasped, nodding.

“Yes. I remember him, he was a powerful yet sweet man. I wanted to tell him so badly but it was against our Coven laws. I almost left so I could stay with him, give him the opportunity to know his daughter – but she was born under special circumstances. The Supreme was never going to allow her off the island. His name is Rayleigh; Silvers Rayleigh.” The crew erupted into gasps and excited chatter. “You know of him?”

Nodding, Kid said “we know him. Rowena knows him too. They are allies but I don’t believe either of them know the truth.”

Rowena/Hecate cried into her hands. “I can’t believe, they found each other. Please tell her, she deserves to know.” Kid nodded again. His expression turned sullen as he mulled his next question over. Fuck it I need to know, he thought.

“Can you tell me why your daughter is so devoted to the man with the Straw Hat? They’re…an unusual crew and I can’t understand the appeal, or why she is dead set on rejoining them.” She eyed him for moment, before turning back to the crystal ball. It began pulsing again, turning a vivid purple, the smoke inside swirled quickly becoming denser. They started seeing movement in the glass.

A young Straw Hat Luffy stood beside Dracule Mihawk, watching his first recruited crewmember Roronoa Zoro who was on his back with bloody gashes across his chest. He began to speak: ‘I have ambition – to be the world’s greatest swordsman. I will not be defeated ever again!’ Luffy grinned at him, Mihawk’s eyes lit up in acceptance. ‘Until the day I defeat him and become a master swordsman…I’ll never be defeated! Got any problems with that, King of the Pirates?!’ Luffy laughed, ‘nope!’

A new scene appeared. ‘Nami,’ Luffy said gently, taking the dagger the orange haired girl was stabbing into her arm. Screaming at him to leave, crying for him to mind his business yet he did not move. ‘Luffy, please help me,’ she gasped, tears slid down her face. He put his straw hat on her head and walked away, stopping to say, ‘of course, that’s what friends do’ before puffing his chest out and screaming into the air, ‘HE’S GONNA PAY.’ Arlong Park was destroyed, Luffy stood in the rubble, ‘Nami! You’ll always be my friend!’ and Nami smiled through her tears, ‘yeah.’

The scene changed, and Luffy was on his new ship with Nami and Zoro taking about their recent win, watching Usopp, the long-nosed pirate standing on the rocks, who for whatever reason had not joined them on the ship yet. He was still with Kaya, the one who gifted them the boat. ‘I am the mighty Captain Usopp, and I will be a great warrior of the sea!’ he declared to her. Luffy laughed and called out, ‘get on already, we’re friends now, aren’t we?’ Zoro smirked. Usopp’s jaw was hanging, before he let out a grin. He ran on board ‘I get to be the Captain right?!’

Luffy was crouching down to a smoking Sanji, aboard a giant restaurant ship. ‘Say, do you know the All Blue? I’ll come along on your journey to become King of the Pirates. We both have foolish dreams. In order to achieve my goal, I’ll be the cook for your ship.’ Luffy grinned at him. Sanji bowed his head and yelled at a large man with a peg leg, ‘CHEF ZEFF. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE DAMN THINGS YOU’VE DONE FOR ME OVER THESE YEARS.’

‘I have no idea who this flag originally belonged to, it doesn’t matter. A pirate’s flag stands for something much greater than what you can ever hope to understand! It won’t break. Ever. The skull on it, is the symbol of faith!’ Luffy declared. ‘Hey reindeer, I’m gonna kick these guys asses for disrespecting your friend’s flag, is that cool?” Luffy grinned maniacally. The small reindeer called out against menacing characters, ‘Even if I don’t have any friends, I can still fight. And as long as the flag flies, so will I!’ the little reindeer shouted. ‘You do have friends!’ called out Luffy, who was swinging himself down from the top of the castle. ‘I am your friend!’ he screamed, blood running down his face – hand gripping a black jolly roger with cherry blossom petals – saving him. They were saying goodbye to an old woman who was chugging a bottle of wine. Chopper looked at the crew around him. ‘I can’t become your friend. But if you wanted to stop by and visit again-’ he cried. Luffy jumped up and yelled, ‘Shut up! Let’s gooooooo!’

‘ROBIN!!!!’ Luffy roared from the top gate of Enies Lobby along with his crew. ‘I CAME TO BRING YOU BACK!!!’ Spandam taunted them, ‘Look at this flag pirate scum – that mark represents the World Government. You are insignificant.’ he leered at the crew. ‘I understand Robin’s enemy very well. Hey SniperKing,’ Luffy spoke to Usopp in a mask. ‘Shoot through that flag.’ It burned away from the explosive as Spandam became a blubbering mess. Luffy’s screaming drowned the enemies. Nico Robin gasped, tears flowing from her eyes. ‘ROBIN! SAY THAT YOU WANT TO LIVE!’ Luffy yelled out. Robin lurched forward, ‘I WANT TO LIIIIIIIIVE!!!! TAKE ME TO THE SEA WITH YOU!’

The Straw Hats were throwing a piece of laundry at each other as a cyborg chased them angrily. ‘If you want these underpants back, you’ll have to join us!’ Luffy laughed. ‘Don’t be so cocky. I feel sorry for the ship when it’s this great but has no real shipwright in the crew.’ His dream of sailing the world with a ship he built revealed, Franky smirked, ‘I can take care of it for you,’ he said. ‘I, Franky, will take on the role of the shipwright of your crew!’ the pirates cheered and welcomed him on board as they tossed his underwear back.

The skeleton pirate watched the trio on his ship, observing Luffy who called out, ‘Join our crew!’ to the shock and terror of his crewmates. ‘Alright then,” he committed immediately. Explaining his predicament and his life, he took to the young pirate crew immediately, helping them defeat the Thriller Bark Pirates. Brook was playing on the piano while everyone was partying around them, Luffy sat on top of the baby grand grinning. ‘I’m so happy to hear that Laboon is well and still waiting. My shadow is back, we’re out of the demonic sea. It was tough every day. Truthfully, I didn’t see even a glimpse of hope. But Luffy – I’M SO HAPPY TO BE ALIVE!’ the skeleton man wept through his empty sockets. ‘Can I still join your crew?’ he asked. Luffy laughed, upside down, ‘Yeah that’s cool.'

‘I gotta find my crew. You should get out of this dump,’ Luffy said. She began to cry, ‘I can’t. They have my shadow. I can never leave.’ ‘Like Brook huh?’ He gave her a sad look, before he grinned widely, ‘not for long.’

The lion man, the doctor and a massive Warlord Gecko Moria stood against Luffy. Rowena was in between the Thriller Bark Pirates, a living corpse among them.

He spoke to her, ‘You look miserable, is this what you want? Join my crew and you’ll never suffer like this. I’m strong and I always protect my friends. If I can’t, I don’t deserve to be King of the Pirates,’ he spoke determined with his hand out, waiting for her.

The enemies laughed at them both, the half man/half lion grabbed Rowena by the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her flesh and her side as he copped a half feel, dragging her backwards towards him. Rowena’s eyes came alive then, she angrily elbowed Absalom in the face, tearing away from his grasp.

‘I WANT TO BE FREEEE!’ she screamed, blood dribbling from her neck. She began to run towards Straw Hat, reaching out her hand. ‘LUFFY, PLEASE SAVE ME!’ He grinned, grabbing her hand and tossing her behind him as he began his duel with Moria.

‘C’mon spill it, what’s your dream?’ Luffy poked her. Looking at the crew as they ate on deck, waiting for her answer. Clearing her throat, ‘the last thing I was told before my coven was massacred was that I would be the one to pave the way to the future. My dream is to become the most powerful Supreme Witch in the world. How can I help you achieve your dreams, Pirate King?’ Luffy gave her a toothy grin, handing her his hunk of meat.

The crystal ball reverted to a low glow; it was pulsing very slowly now. “He’s like the sun,” Rowena/Hecate whispered as she stared at the now empty orb with large eyes.

Kid barely registered the whisper as he took it all in; he could hear some of his men crying and sniffling. His face was stoic, all he felt was bitter sadness and seething anger for the hell Rowena had gone through.

He wanted to set Thriller Bark aflame but Straw Hat already took care of that, he gritted his teeth. He finally understood her loyalty to Luffy. Her desire to be with her crew; they really were her new family. Kid realized he would be the next monster in her life if he tried to keep her from them. He scowled at the table as the realization hit him.

“I have nothing to worry about it seems,” Rowena/Hecate wiped the tears in her eyes before she began whipping her head around the room. The fog that had settled was beginning to rise, moving quickly. “I’ve overstayed my welcome. I must go now. Tell my daughter, I will always love her,” she looked at Kid, who nodded.

She waved her hands over the palo santo cones and they began to burn. She threw them on the ground and the fog began to hiss around them, receding. The Witch grabbed Kid and Killer’s hands as she began chanting. The crystal ball began to glow brightly.

“Wait!” Kid shouted. Rowena/Hecate looked at him, questioningly. “The dragon horn of fire thing – Rowena said the horn is missing. Do you know where it is?”

Leaning her face to him, she whispered “Dressrosa. Be careful, that place is not what it seems, not anymore. So many enemies, even those who were once friends.” She closed her eyes and after a moment, the candles went out. The Kid Pirates all gasped in the darkness – no one moved or made a sound; the only noise came from the storm still raging outside.

One by one each candle flicked back to life, Rowena’s lavender eyes were open and she was staring intensely at the crystal ball in front of her. The pirates screamed as they saw a giant red eyeball staring back out at them. Kid froze, it was the same eye Rowena had been drawing in his room. It looked at each of them before settling its gaze on Rowena, who didn’t say anything.

“Little lady,” a man’s voice tsked at her, “you’re not very good at this kind of thing ya know. You’re lucky the room was cleansed, otherwise you and your friends would have been in very big trouble.”

“Yeah I know, I’m working on it,” she snapped at it.

The eye widened, then closed. “So hostile. You were a lot nicer when you were dying. Speaking of – any progress?”

Rowena pointed to the crystal ball. “That’s my progress. Like I said before, the knowledge is limited. There are only so many sources.”

The eye opened again, sighing. “Very well. You know where to find me. Try to not get possessed again will ya?” The eye disappeared before she could respond. She threw a silk cloak over it. The pirates stared at her. “That’s the guardian I made a contract with. I guess he was lurking.” They kept staring at her. “What?!”

Kid cleared his throat, “Everyone that isn’t Rowena or Killer leave now.” The room cleared out. “Do you remember any of what happened?”

“All of it,” she said curtly.

“…Killer you too, out.” The blonde-haired man left. “Ok what’s going on?”

“I’m angry.”

“I can tell.”

“So now you know it all. Every moment of pain, every violation against my body and autonomy.”

“Yes. But I also saw happy moments too. With the Straw Hats,” he said as softly as he could muster.

Tears pricked her eyes, “I know, they’re my memories that you all saw.”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Because she wasn’t there. When we were being massacred, she was off on one of her fucking expeditions. And she got herself killed elsewhere.”

“Is that all?”

“No!” she slammed her hand on the table. “It was bad enough that she was constantly away for her research. But I was with him, talking to him, my own father and I HAD NO FUCKING CLUE!” she slapped away her tools, they scattered on the floor.

Thunder and lightning cracked outside making the ship quake. Rowena got up leaving her things behind, she walked towards the door. It locked, she turned around seeing Kid’s outreached hand in the air. She reached her hand out too, the door unlocked. Kid growled, locking it again. She unlocked it. Kid stomped up to her with an angry scowl, and she stood in front of him defiantly, as if silently daring him to put his hands on her.

He hesitated before lowering his arms, then tentatively reaching out a hand towards her. She took it, and he pulled her into a bear hug. She began to convulse into his body as she wept.

“Kid,” she cried. He looked down at her. “Everyone saw it. All of it. I feel sick.” He crushed her into him as her body heaved but she eventually pushed off him. “I’m sorry, it’s too much,” she sobbed and turn to run out of the mess hall.

Rowena threw the door open and everyone on the crew was lined up in the hallway, they all gave her a mixture of startled and sad gazes. She began to feel claustrophobic as she felt surrounded, Kid quickly walking up behind her. Before he could touch her, Rowena’s shoulders began heaving as she started to hyperventilate.

“Kid wait-” Killer started as he also walked up to the Witch and began to stretch his hand out to her.

“Leave me alone!” she yelled as she pulled her fists up to either side of her. The hallway became so cold that everyone could see their breaths in front of them. A sheet of frost began to appear on the ceiling as it rapidly crawled down the walls.

“Rowena you have to calm down,” Killer moved towards her again and she turned to run to the deck.

“STOP HER ITS TOO DANGEROUS OUTSIDE!” Kid roared at everyone but it was too late, the Witch threw her hand at the door blowing it open and she sprinted into the storm. Lightning arced in the sky as rocky waves bashed into the ship, jostling the Kid Pirates still in the hallway.

Slipping on the main deck, Rowena kept running as her memories and pain spiraled in her mind. She was numbly aware of the weather around her but she couldn’t stop moving, she felt as if there was dark energy inside her trying to consume her, to eat its way from her belly and lash out. Behind her she heard clamoring and yells as the pirates tried to call her back inside, Kid being the loudest of them. She turned her head and saw they were running out to catch her.

Without thinking she turned to face them and she brought her hands together clapping them, forming a thick wall of ice in front of the entrance to the hallway, trapping them from coming out.

Turning back, she continued running on the deck until she leapt over on to the top of the Dinosaur skull. She watched the sea churn dangerously as a clap of lightning lit up the sky and Rowena threw her head back and screamed with every fiber of her being into the sky. The wind whipped harshly against her as her teeth chattered from the cold. She could hear the sound of Heat using his fire to burn the ice wall down. Rowena stepped towards the edge of the skull, contemplating jumping into the ocean.

How does that help my friends? I just want to run away. Why do I want to run away, what am I running from? My past is over, I have a different life now. Sure things keep going off the rails but I’m free. So why do I feel like I’m already drowning? It’s just trauma right? Maybe it’s just from having been exposed to everyone like that, I shouldn’t feel ashamed, none of those things were my fault. Then why do I feel so worthless and weak? Because…because I’m supposed to be stronger, I was supposed to be the strongest and instead I was captured and broken down. Now I have no guidance and only raw power that will devour me.

The thought of letting the magic consume her gave her pause, almost made her grin wildly. How she would love to just let go of all her inhibitions and see just how far she could go if she gave in to the call of power inside of her, begging to be released.

The dark energy pulsed inside her at the thought, egging her on – you could be so much better if you just let me have control.

She touched her sternum and hummed, trying to connect with the magic inside her that was fighting to be released. Suddenly she remembered her own words to Kid, back when she was first explaining her magic. ‘If a Witch cannot control an element, the element can consume her and use her like a puppet.’

Rowena brought her hand down and frowned, the dark cry inside her pulsed dangerously, incensed. Her breathing was coming back to normal but she stood as still as a statue as the storm carried on, rain and wind slapping her frozen face, she was in a trance.

“ROWENA WATCH OUT!” was all she heard.

Her eyes were closed but she could feel the incoming electricity that was lighting up the sky; every hair on her body rose. Too many branches, and they’re coming straight towards the ship. And I’m wet too, this…this is gonna hurt. Shaking her head, she opened her eyes and twisted her body around to look back at the Kid Pirates. The ice wall was partially melted and she could see Kid’s face breaking through the wall screaming at her.

The sky lit up as several branches of lightning began to strike down, most landing into the ocean. The crew shielded their eyes from the bright flashing as several strikes came down towards the ship, preparing themselves for impact. But it never came.

Kid watched through squinted eyes as Rowena jumped down to the main deck. Using her right hand, she lifted it into the sky and Kid swore he saw a blue glowing emit from her flesh. It attracted the lightning as all the branches that had aimed for the ship were instead pulled into her hand with her magic. With her other hand, she used the tips of her fingers to touch the hand intercepting the lightning, running her fingers down the length of her arm, across her chest, and she swung her left arm out to the opposite side of the sea.

The lightning travelled through her hand into her body and out through the other hand as she guided the dangerous current into the sea. On impact the charge lit up the water as it glowed vividly white then turned yellow as the lightning dissipated into the water.

She gingerly lowered her arms and slowly walked to the ice wall. She put both hands on it and the wall melted at her touch, her body involuntarily jerked. Kid reached out to her but before he could touch her skin, he felt the bite of electricity was still strong in her so he resisted the touch.

Unfortunately for Heat, he did not stop himself from crashing into the Witch to hug her. His arms didn’t even encircle her fully before he was sent flying backwards from a nasty electrical aftershock. His hair was sticking out in all directions, and there was smoke emitting from his scalp.

“Sorry Heat,” she murmured before collapsing face down on the deck.

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