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[thamaris]

Been making Kid Pirate emotes for discord. Kid's is old, but he belongs with his crew. Got a bunch more to do too ( * w * )9

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In the Heart of the Flames Chapter 10 (NSFWish)

Synopsis: Jinjer has a serious talk with Kid, along with some serious flirting. She also shares her backstory.

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, past violence, past child abuse, past domestic violence, murder, fire, mdni, NSFW content is just mentioning a clothed erect penis (tagged it to be safe)

WC: 5900k+ (sorry it's a longer one, couldn't find a good place to break)

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

                         You awoke to the weight shift in the bed and heard voices in the hallway. You rubbed your eyes and saw Killer talking to kid. They were talking softly when they noticed you.

                         “Hey, songbird. Since you’re awake. What’s your name?” Kid asked as he stood next to you.

                         “Hmmm…oh yeah, the concussion questions. My name is Jinjer,” you said sleepily.

                         “Who am I and who’s he?” Kid asked.

                         “You’re Kid and that is Killer,” you answered.

                         “Good girl,” the captain said as he kissed your forehead and headed out of the room.

                         “I’m gonna stay with you for a while. You need to use the bathroom or anything?” Killer said.

                         “Yeah, might as well,” you said as he gently helped you up and walked you to the toilet, left the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

                         He helped you back into bed once done and took Kid’s spot next to you over the covers. You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his side.

                         “We found him, alive. Papas and Quince are working on him now. We’ll let you know when you can see him,” he said as he stroked your head.

                         “Quincy said he would be in bad shape. Be honest…did he try to kill himself?” you asked as you squeezed him tighter.

                         “Hon, none of this was your fault. His injuries were not self inflicted. He was jumped. He fought back though. His fists were pretty banged up and there were two charred bodies around h

im,” Killer explained.

                         “Why were there charred bodies?” you asked.

                         “Heat didn’t explain…it’s not my place to tell you. Let’s say he can manipulate fire,” Killer said.

                         “Oh OK,” you yawned.

                         “Get some sleep hon. I’ll wake you in a few hours to ask you more questions,” he said.

                         “OK, goodnight Kil,” you said. This was the first time you called him Kil. It usually took a year or two for him to be OK with someone calling him that, but with you he couldn’t help but smile under his mask. You fell back asleep not long after.

                         You awoke again a few hours later for another switch. Wire took Killer’s spot. His cloak and bladed necklace off, along with his boots.

                         “Hi sweetheart. What’s my name and what structure are you in?” he asked.

                         “You’re Wire and I’m on the Victoria Punk,” you said as you stretched and you heard the tall man chuckle.

                         ‘What?” you asked.

                         “Kil must really like you.”

                         “What makes you say that?”

                         “He left lipstick on your forehead.”

                         “Huh?” You got up and stumbled to the bathroom, Wire helped to stabilize you.

                         You looked in the mirror and saw a purple lipstick kiss mark on your forehead.

                         “He wears lipstick under the mask?” you asked.

                         “Yes, eyeliner too. Only Kid, Heat, Papas, and I have seen his face.”

                         “Oh, wow,” you replied as you stumbled back to the bed and Wire helped you crawl back in.

                         “Can I get underneath?” he asked as he lifted the blankets on the other side.

                         You nodded, eyes half open and crawled on top of him once he was in.

                         “Make yourself as comfortable as you need,” he chuckled.

                         Your legs straddled his waist while your torso laid across his and your arms wrapped around him. Your head settled in the crook of his neck. He wrapped one arm across your back and stroked your head with the other.

                         “I’m glad you are alright. Heat is too,” you jerked your head up to look at him.

                         “He is sleeping now. He lost a lot of blood but his wounds are surprisingly minimal. He had two stab wounds that caused most of the blood loss. He was calling for you when we found him. He passed out after we told him you were safe,” he explained.

                         “I’m so happy he’s alive,” you said as you began to cry into Wire’s chest.

                         “It’s alright. He’s strong, he’ll recover. Papas found that you were both drugged. You with a custom stimulant that heightened your irritability and put you in almost a rage state, or at least your equivalent of a rage state. Heat was given a large dose of depressants to counteract the anti-depressants Papas has him on and they heightened his depression,” Wire explained.

                         “How?” you asked.

                         “We suspect the bartender. She’s the only one who had access to yours and Heat’s drinks to be able to get the drugs in and make sure it was going in the right drinks. We were on the Punk the rest of the time,” he said.

                         “Why would she do that? I’ve known her for years,” you said.

                         “Oswald. He hired thugs to grab you and we suspect hired more to take out Heat.”

                         “Of course he would,” you said with a sigh.

                         “Get some more rest. I’ll wake you for breakfast.”

                         You dozed off again while you listened to the steady beat of Wire’s heart as he stroked your head.

                         You awoke again another handful of hours later.

                         “Sweetheart, you want some breakfast?” you heard Wire whisper to you.

                         “Hmm…breakfast already?” you asked as you wiped your mouth and then realized you drooled all over Wire’s chest.

                         “It’s alright, Heat drools too. So does Kid. And yes, breakfast is ready. Can you walk to the mess?”

                         “Maybe? I could barely walk to the bathroom earlier. My head is still kinda fuzzy,” you replied.

                         “Not a problem,” he said as he sat up with you and pointed to his back. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso. He gave you a piggy back ride to the mess while he asked you more questions to check you concussion.

                         It was noisy as usual and you heard Kid’s telltale laugh. You focused and saw a blue haired figure at your usual table, an IV stand next to him.

                         “Heat?” you called as Wire reached the table.

                         “Hey, love,” he smiled at you. His face had multiple bruises and a few cuts. His right arm and torso were bandaged from the shoulder down and the the arm was bound snug against his chest. Both of his fists were bandaged too.

                         Your heart raced at seeing him. Tears of happiness flowed down your cheeks as you saw he was alive with your own eyes. His smile was like a cure-all, as long as you got to see that you knew you would be OK.

                         Wire placed you next to Heat and you immediately gave him a needy kiss. He groaned but didn’t pull away. His free hand reached up and caressed your face and wiped a few of the tears.

                         “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean any of those nasty things I said last night! Can you ever forgive me?” you pleaded as you locked eyes with him. He gave you a sweet smile and moved some strands of your hair behind your ear.

                         “Of course I can. I knew it wasn’t like you to act that way, but I was drugged too and couldn’t respond the way I should have,” he replied and then noticed the partially smeared purple lipstick on your forehead. He pointed to it and chuckled as he looked at Killer.

                         “What can I say? She’s adorable when she sleeps,” Killer said.

                         “Yeah, she fuckin drools like you too, Heat,” Kid added.

                         “You too asshole,” Heat jokingly bit back at his captain.

                         Everyone had a good laugh while Papas and Quincy brought food for you and Heat. Breakfast went by like you had gotten used to, almost like nothing happened the night before. You and Heat took your time eating. You found you couldn’t keep your hands off of him, it was like you were subconsciously making sure this was real. Your free hand rested on his leg and drew soothing circles while he would lean over and give you sweet kisses on your temple.

                         Papas and Wire took Heat back to the med bay after breakfast so the doctor could check his vitals and make sure the chemicals were out of his system before he returned to his normal meds.

                         “Kid, can I talk to you before you head out?” You asked him.

                         “Yeah, lets go talk songbird,” he offered his hand and then squatted and carried you like Wire did. Normally you thought this would be embarrassing but right now you enjoyed the close touch of some of your favorite people. He brought you to the lounge and cleared out the few crew members who were hanging out. He sat next to you on the half-moon couch your group usually occupied.

                         “What would I have to do to join your crew?” you asked quickly, you didn’t want to chicken out so you just blurted it out.

                         “You wanna be a pirate?” he replied with a furrowed eyebrow-less brow.

                         “I uh…I want to continue to be with the Kid Pirates. I’ve grown very attached to you all and after last night, I realized…” you found it hard to put your feelings to words. You couldn’t properly convey how being with this crew made you feel.

                         He hooked his finger under your chin to make you look at him.

                         “You’re in love with Heat,” his face was stoic, like he was studying you.

                         “Yes. Along with feeling like you all are supposed to be in my life. I can’t really explain it. I want to spend time sailing, fighting enemies, laughing, and living with you all,” you said, your eyes pleaded with him, you didn’t think your heart could take it if he said no.

                         His thumb gently stroked your chin as his eyes studied you for what you assumed was any deception.

                         “You are positive? You have a family?” he asked, his voice calm.

                         “Yes. I finally realized that they are safer without me. Since Oswald has shown himself, I am a bigger target than I was before. I can’t bring him to their doorstep,” you said, your face serious. He gave you a nod of acceptance of that answer.

                         “I need to know that you will stick by Heat. I don’t think Killer, Wire and I could emotionally or physically deal with the fallout if you decide he was just a fling,” you could hear the pain in his voice as he protected his friend.

                         “I’ve never in my life felt this way. I felt my heart begin to shatter last night at the thought of him being dead. If I wasn’t so disoriented last night, I would have joined you in your cries of pain,” you said as you cupped his cheek.

                         He took a deep breath before he released your chin, removed your hand from his cheek, and held it in his hand.

                         “I need to tell you a few things about Heat before I agree. If you change your mind after I tell you, I will forget we ever had this conversation and we will help you in whatever way we can to deal with Oswald. We’ll stay until he is gone,” he carefully explained.

                         “Understood,” you responded. In the brief moments between your response and him speaking, you brain went into overdrive on what he could possibly tell you. You took a deep breath to calm your thoughts so you could hear the truth of the man you loved.

                         “The Heat you know is pretty laid back and can even be shy sometimes. He’s one of the most loyal people I know and will always have our backs. I already told you about his depression and I think if this works out, you will be the best medicine for him. We all fuckin’ care about him, but we are just not capable of giving him what he really needs, gentle compassion. Though I think we all need that here if I’m to be honest,” he paused and took a deep breath before he continued.

                         “The other thing about Heat is that he is the ships interrogation specialist, along with Wire. Kil and I get our hands dirty too, but Heat and Wire are the experts. He is like a completely different person when he’s working. It’s almost like he’s possessed and relishes in his work. The both of them are alluring to watch if you have the stomach for it, but I realize it can be fuckin’ intense and or disturbing for a lot of people,” he explained while he watched your face for any hint of fear or disgust.

                         You knew the purposes of the types of interrogation Kid was talking about. You knew that becoming a pirate meant a hard and difficult life with blood, violence, and sacrifice. You took a deep breath before you looked Kid straight in his amber eyes and spoke without hesitation or fear.

                         “Any enemy of the Kid Pirates deserves whatever bloody and brutal fate they have coming to them,” you replied, your tone was absolute; your face was firm and determined. He studied you for a moment before his eyes lightened and he mumbled a “fuck” under his breath as he palmed himself.

                         “You have quite the dark side songbird,” his tone was dark and the gravel in it came out as a purr.

                         “You have no idea what I am capable of doing to those who deserve it. I will treat threats to the Kid Pirates the same way as threats to Bea, her kids, and my sisters,” your reply was unforgiving.

                         Kid squeezed your hand and let out a deep growl. You could see the lust building within him, but he was good at keeping it at bay. The smirk on his face reminded you of a demon. Dark eyes filled with lust and a hint of mischievousness.

                         “You save that desire for later, captain. You and Heat still owe me that viewing session but I would also like to fuck Heat’s brains out before we or I involve the rest of you,” you replied with an equally devilish smirk. You slid your hand from his and ran it dangerously close to his cock.

                          You no longer felt you needed to guard your heart from falling in love with Heat or with how much you cared for this crew. They had cracked the hard shell you placed on your heart and there was no turning back. All Kid had to do was say yes.

                         “Oh, Heat and I have been planning, songbird. We now just need to wait for his shoulder to heal up some. Welcome to the Kid Pirates Jinjer,” he smirked as his hand covered yours on his thigh, ready to move it if needed.

                         “I look forward to your show. I can’t wait to see my new captain on full display,” you said as you bit your lip. His hand squeezed yours again and he let out small groan.

                         “You’re gonna be soakin’ your panties, songbird. I can’t wait,” he smirked.

                         “You’ve made an excellent decision captain. I want to tell Heat myself before the whole crew knows. So if you could keep those crimson lips shut for a bit longer I would appreciate it,” you replied. The sweetness had returned to your voice.

                         “Don’t wait too long, I’ll need to get some things prepped,” he smiled.

                         You weren’t sure if he was talking about your lodging or solidify plans with Heat.

                         “I’m gonna go talk to him now. I’ll let you know when I’m done. Thanks Captain,” you said as you leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He jerked for a second due to the surprise, but then cupped your face and leaned into the kiss. You were surprised at the sudden tenderness the loud red-head was capable of.

                         “You can kiss me like that anytime you want songbird,” he smiled.

                         “I’ll keep that in mind. Can you walk me back to Heat’s room?” you asked.

                         “Absolutely.,” he said as he helped you up and pulled your arm into his and escorted you out of the lounge.

                         Heat sat on the stool behind his easel. His free hand touched the canvas in front of him as he smiled at the painting he had been working on for weeks. When he saw you enter with Kid he flipped it around and watched the two of you with a smirk.

                         “Thanks,” you said to Kid and gave him a soft kiss that was too short for the captain and he leaned farther to keep his lips pressed to yours.

                         “Oh, anytime songbird,” he smirked at you then turned to his friend, “She’s all yours Heat. Shit is she feisty,” he chuckled then sucked his breath in as you lightly trailed your fingers along his erection.

                         “See you later Kid,” you winked as he turned and left.

                         You heard him shudder and release a slow “fuck” before he walked out of view. You walked to Heat and nestled yourself in between his legs and wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss. His good arm wrapped around you and you could feel his bound arm struggle to try to get to you.

                         “I see you’ve gotten close with Kid,” he smiled as he kissed your neck.

                         “I was just thanking OUR Captain for the conversation we had,” you said as you ran your fingers through Heat’s hair as he continued to kiss your neck.

                         “What did you talk…wait…OUR?” he pulled away and looked at you confused.

                         “He agreed to let me join the crew,” you said with a huge smile.

                         “What? Are you sure?” he asked shocked.

                         “I am 100% sure. After last night I realized my family is safer without me and I can’t live without you,” you said as you placed your hand over his bound chest where his heart was. He took it and kissed your bruised and cut up knuckles. You put up a hell of a fight before you got knocked out.

                         “Oh, love, that just made me the happiest man in the world,” you had never seen him smile so wide. His eyes began to well with tears.

                         Heat didn’t know what to do. He loved you so completely but he never thought he would get to have you, permanently. He was overwhelmed with happiness.

                         “Oh, baby, don’t cry. I think we’ve done enough of that to last a long while. Kid’s condition of me joining is that I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me and I didn’t give it a second thought,” you smiled and kissed him again.

                         When he pulled away his face was sad and he stroked your cheek.

                         “I want nothing more,” he said as he brought his other hand to cup your other cheek, “but I’m broken. I’m not good. I’ve done, and will continue to do some very bad things,” he confessed. Your hands cupped both sides of his jaw and his hand moved to rest on your hip.

                         “You’re talking about being the ships torture and interrogation expert?” you asked softly. He nodded.

                         “And you think that because you enjoy your duties it makes you a bad person?” you added. Your eyes were kind and you held no judgment in your face.

                         “How do you know about that?” he asked, his voice was quiet.

                         “Kid told me when I asked to join. He said you have a very dark side when it comes to interrogating enemies of the Kid Pirates,” you explained, still no judgment in your tone.

                         “Oh…see I’m not good,” his eyes dropped, but you refused to let him drop his head.

                         “You’re perfect, Heat. I’ll tell you the same thing I told Kid. Any enemy of the Kid Pirates deserves whatever bloody and brutal fate they have coming to them. I know none of the Kid Pirates are Saints. This is a violent world and sometimes we have to do unpleasant things. I judge you based on how you treat me and those we care about. I’m broken too and have some dark things in my past and I assume my future, that will stay with me. If you don’t mind then I think we are good,” you said calmly and looked into his eyes with nothing but love.

                         “I…I don’t know what to say,” he mumbled. His face was filled with a combination of shock and happiness.

                         Your thumbs slid over his Glasgow Smile scars and you leaned down.

                         “Say you’ll let me be yours,” you said as your lips hovered over his.

                         “Yes…of course, yes,” he said enthusiastically and pressed his lips to yours. His kiss was hungry and impatient, never settling in one spot. He just wanted you, any part of you he could touch.

                         “How long until you’re well enough to participate in some vigorous activity?” you asked with a small gasp as his teeth nibbled a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

                         “I can’t use my right arm extensively, but the rest of me works just fine and I’m sure if I had someone helping me then I would feel even better,” he explained as he continued to ravish your neck and lips.

                         “Oh don’t worry baby, I’ll do all the work,” you said as you leaned over and nibbled his ear.

                         “I want nothing more than to devour you but, this is my last bag of fluids. We’ve gotta wait until it’s done. Can you wait an hour or so?” he replied as his breath became ragged.

                         “I’ve been waiting months baby. An hour won’t kill me,” you cooed in his ear.

                         “Fuck,” he whispered and gave a small moan. He ran his free hand down your scarred arm as his lips met yours. He gently pulled away and glanced at the burns.

                         “Love, there is one more thing I need to tell you, or ask you,” he said as he tried to calm his lust.

                         “Anything,” you said as you looked him in the eyes.

                         His free hand glided over your burn scars and then he brought your hand to his lips and kissed your fingers.

                         “I breathe fire. Not like a circus performer, but like I have a flamethrower in my mouth. That is my main form of combat, though I am a swordsman as well. Will that be a problem?” he asked tentatively.

                         “Nothing about you could change my mind. Fire doesn't bother me, but now it makes sense as to why Kil said that there were two charred bodies when they found you,” you said as you smiled at him.

                         “Yeah, they tried to get me from the front,” he said, “those two were done immediately. Another jumped on my back and that’s who stabbed me. He got away but not before I beat the shit outta him. He had two more with him. One was unscathed but I got the other with fire too.”

                         You smiled at him and kissed his forehead before you took a deep breath.

                         “Since we have an hour or so to kill, let me tell you how I got these,” you said as you gently pulled him off the stool.

                         “Love, you don’t have to if you’re not ready,” he said as he released your hand and moved his IV stand over and got onto the bed.

                         “I’m ready, and it’s relevant to what is happening now with Oswald. Can I play with your hair while I tell the story though. I need to keep myself busy while I talk,” you asked.

                         “Anything for you love,” he said as he pulled over one of the chairs and sat it against the bed. He took a seat while you grabbed his brush. You positioned yourself behind him on the bed; your left leg draped over his shoulder. He began to gently stroke your shin and your right leg curled under his right shoulder and the lower part settled on his stomach.

                         “My real name is unimportant now, but my father was a very wealthy merchant who was striving to become a noble. He’s the one who cared about his name and his legacy, not me. I was the first born. He was mad that I wasn’t a boy and punished my mother,” you explained as you slowly brushed the small knots out of his long blue hair.

                         Heat didn’t say a word, he sat and let you tell your story.

                         “I was an infant so of course I had no idea what was going on, but I know how he acted towards my mother and me as I got older. I don’t remember my father ever playing with me, holding me, or even smiling at me. I was punished for being born and my mother was punished for bearing me,” you worked the next set of knots out.

                         “He never sexually assaulted us, just beat us. Below the neck of course so his disgusting friends, which included Oswald’s father, wouldn’t see his beaten women. The only time he stopped beating my mother was when she finally fell pregnant again. He couldn’t hurt his potential son. It took my mother 10 years to conceive again after me. She of course got blamed for that too,” you moved to the next chunk of hair. He continued to idly rub your leg.

                         “When Lyla was born, he was furious again. Since my mother was going to be on bed rest anyway, he beat her pretty bad. Broken cheek bone, dislocated jaw, black eyes on top of the bruises on her torso. I feared what he would do to Lyla so I would hide her while he was awake and I got beat for not telling him where she was. Riley was born 2 years after Lyla and you bet, he was mad again,” you started on the last section of hair to brush.

                         “At only 2 years old, Lyla knew she needed to protect Riley so she helped hide her when my father came looking. With both sisters missing, I took the beating for three, regularly. A little over 2 years after Riley was born my mother fell pregnant again. This time with twins. She got her pregnancy reprieve until she gave birth. Marguerite and Cooper were born. My father was ecstatic to finally get his boy. He cared less that my mother died in childbirth with them. He said, ‘at least the cow gave me my son before her pathetic body gave out,’” Heat gently squeezed your legs like a hug.

                         “We got somewhat of a reprieve for a few years. He had his boy so he mostly ignored the rest of us. Then…the sickness hit. It was fast moving and seemed to spread at random. It took a portion of the people in the city which included Bea’s husband, two of her children, several of our staff members…”

                         “And Cooper,” Heat finally spoke. It was a gravelly whisper.

                         “Yeah,” you sighed and began to braid small sections.

                         “We were getting beaten while we had to mourn the loss of our beloved little brother, Marguerite her twin, along with the staff that us kids considered family. Bea was the one pretty much raising us anyway. During all of this, I had made friends with a boy close to my age. He was what my father would have called a commoner, but I called him my friend. His name was Henry. He was my respite away from my home. He taught me how to use a sword and some basic combat moves. He was the son of a town guard and had plans to be one too. When we were old enough, we became friends with benefits and were each others firsts. He’ll be relevant shortly,” you sighed again and laid a gentle kiss to the top of Heat’s head.

                         “Two years after Cooper died I took a chance on a Marine Captain that had come to town and told him of the abuse. He followed me home with feigned concern and was easily bribed by my father and went on like nothing happened. That was the first time my father ever beat me above the neck. He just told his friends that I was clumsy and got kicked in the face by a horse,” Heat squeezed your legs again.

                         “When I was 18 my father entered me into an arranged marriage with Oswald. His family were lower nobles and my father was a successful merchant. Oswald's family would gain contacts, assets, merchandise, etc. My father would finally get the status he oh so coveted, along with a replacement son in Oswald,” you said as you tried to keep your braiding loose to not accidentally pull out Heat’s hair.

                         “Oswald was just as bad as my father. He thought of me as nothing more than a thing to provide him heirs and a pretty toy. He beat me like my father did when I was too opinionated. Luckily since we weren’t married I continued to stay at home, where I could protect my sisters. On nights where I was ordered to stay the night at Oswald’s family estate, Bea would whisk the girls away, using the excuse that she needed the young hands to help her,” you took a deep breath.

                         “Finally I had enough when I was 20. I began to slowly store expensive items from around the house in a few storage areas around town. My father never noticed. Within 6 months I had sold or stashed most of the valuable items I had taken and replaced them with cheap knockoffs. The last things were from his office and I’d get them soon. Henry secretly got Bea, her kids, and my sisters out of the house and snuck in 6 cadavers. One Bea sized and the rest the size of the kids. I confronted my father. Told him what a pathetic excuse for a man he was and only weak sad little men would think beating children and an already beaten wife was acceptable. We fought, physically and his old, fat, pampered body was no match for my young and practiced one,” you took another deep breath as you continued to braid. Your voice was flat and almost cold.

                         “I stabbed him in his chest and he watched as I repeatedly stabbed and beat the shit out of him. When his breathing stopped finally, I continued to beat him. 20 years of rage came out of me and I did some very brutal things to his body. I looted his office and then set fire to the house. That’s how I got these,” you pointed to the burn scars.

                         “I fell on my way out and managed to get myself up and out. Henry found me and brought me to safety where Bea nursed me back. I wasn’t a suspect initially, but when they realized there was a Jinjer sized body missing, they made me the number one suspect. I planned it that way. My father was so obsessed with his name and legacy, that I needed to ruin it, forever. He wasn’t going to go down like a martyr for his scummy friends. He will always be known as the man who had the crazy daughter who killed her family and then burned down the their home. A daughter he refused to send to a sanitarium. Our family name will be used with ridicule and as a cautionary tale, until the name fades into obscurity,” you took a huge sigh and finished the braid you were working on.

                         “If your family name is trashed, how come Oswald is still after you?” he asked quietly and kissed your shin.

                         “Oswald is deranged. If he can’t have his toy, no one can. He’d use his contacts to change my name and just use me to produce his children. He would make up some story about how his poor wife is sickly and he would never want to cause her harm, or some bullshit like that. I know he’s not done looking for me. He will try again and I’m afraid for Bea and the kids,” you said as you laid a kiss to the top of his head.

                         “We’ll make sure he doesn’t touch them,” he said with a crack to his voice.

                         Heat reached behind him and pulled you off the bed and signaled to sit on his good thigh. His eyes were welled up and he had tear streaks down his face. You had long processed your trauma, mostly. Retelling the story of your past didn’t upset you anymore, but seeing him cry for you made your eyes well up too.

                         He pulled you into his chest and held you tight and ignored the pain his wounds caused him.

                         “I am so sorry that happened to you. You have endured so much. I am so proud of how strong you are,” he whispered.

                         “Thank you. My family is finally safe from the abuse of my father and I’m finally happy. That’s what matters, right?” you added.

                         “Right,” he agreed and kissed your cheek.

                         He got up and moved the chair back and laid down in bed. You cuddled up to him the best you could. You pointed to the ceiling.

                         “What are those for? Wire has similar ones in his room,” you asked as you pointed out the reinforced beams and hooks and pulleys.

                         He gave you a devilish grin, “You’ll see what those are for when Kid and I give you our show.”

                         “Oh, so they’re a sex thing?” you asked.

                         “They can be, not always though.”

                         “Well, I look forward to it then.”

                         The two of you rested for a little while. You took in his campfire scent and let it relax you. His deep steady breaths helped to regulate your own. He made you feel safe, always.

                         Kid stopped by and you told him that it was alright to tell the crew now. He said something about a party and that he’d talk to you about it later.

                         A while later Papas came in and removed the IV from Heat and gave both of you a check up. You vaguely asked about strenuous activity, but he knew exactly what you were asking about. He sighed and said it was OK as long as you both knew your mobility and physical limits at the current time. He left and came back a few minutes later with a pocketful of condoms and said he’d talk to you about birth control for you later. He had it on the ship for the other menstruating crew members if they wanted it. You agreed and would find him that afternoon.

                         “Let me know when you are done so I can make sure you didn’t pop any stitches, Heat” he sighed as he undid the bandages that held his arm in place and covered his torso.

                         Heat had gauze that covered the top part of his right pectoral muscle, just below his collarbone. Papas removed most of the bandages over his chest since they were just to contain his arm. He wrapped the top of Heat’s chest along his collarbone to firmly hold the gauze in place. He reiterated to take it easy and to not push through pain. Heat smiled at having movement in his right arm again even if it was limited as he could already feel the tug of pain as he tried to move it a few different ways. You could still work with that.

[evichuart]

a hard day of work at the baratie 💪🏻✨

[cwispihae]

Franky won the Twitter poll to be Usopp's new dad and he's ✨SUPER✨ stoked about it

[pestocavatappi]

me when i lie. alternatively, Dan when he is psychic

[m4golor]

I hate this guy I hope he dies in pizzeria dx

[snofles]

Some Papa Ace doodle from mine and @aloeanemonabee27 au

(Angst and lore will come I promise)

[sundaywarning]

saw this text post edit and couldnt help but draw it

[mo-the-gremlin-dandelion]

Happy Coradrag AU

Last Coradrag post: HERE

Using the fanfic "I can't be with you (I want to be with you)" by Torens on AO3 as a reference. Dragon is the one giving birth here, so trans!Dragon.

Also, I read Dragon’s wiki article and did my best to work around the timeline there. So things are a little different than in the canon timeline. Here Dragon is still working for the marines until the Revolutionary Army is stable enough to leave.

This is a long post folks.

Canon Post Time Skip Ages:

Dragon - 55 (Birthdate: October 5 / 256cm = over 8ft)

Corazon - 39 (Birthdate: July 15 /9'7½ft ) 

(Corazon was 26 when he died - Google said Law was 13 at the time so:

26 - 13 = 13

26 + 13 = 39

Thus he would be around 39 if he was still alive in canon.)

Law - 26 (Birthdate: October 6)

Ace - 22 (Birthdate: January 1)

Sabo - 22 (Birthdate: March 20)

Luffy - 19 (Birthdate: May 5)

Bepo - 22 (Birthdate: November 20)

Shachi -  27 (Birthdate: April 7)

Penguin - 28 (Birthdate: April 25)

So in this AU, Corazon and Dragon have heard of each other before from their dads but never actually met each other in person. Corazon had probably heard Dragon’s name before from Sengoku or just through other marines. Dragon has probably never heard Corazon’s name before because Garp probably just calls him “Sengoku’s boy/brat” or something. So Dragon knows of him, just not his name.

Roger dies and then Ohara happens, so Dragon decides to start the Revolutionary Army. But while he is setting it up he stays with the marines until he can “safely” leave/the Revolutionary Army is stable enough for him to leave. Wiki says that Dragon formed the Revolutionary Army between Roger being executed (24 years before time skip) and Luffy (19) being born. It says that he became disillusioned with the marines after Ohara (it happened 22 years ago so he would have been 33).

Corazon’s birthday is July 15, so maybe they meet right after his 20th birthday and before Dragon’s 36th (his birthday is October 5th).

They meet in person for the first time and it’s just like:

“Oh! You're Dragon! I’ve heard of you!” - Corazon is excited to finally meet Dragon.

“Oh, Your [insert Garp’s nickname for Corazon here].” - Dragon, socially awkward and he doesn’t know who Corazon is due to Garp never saying his real name. Dragon is thinking: “Who the hell is this?”

They get to know each other. Maybe they talk about Roger dying, Ohara, Doflamingo, the marines, or whatever else. They become friends, but they don’t get any further than that. Dragon because he knows he’ll be leaving in a couple months and Corazon because… I don’t really know or have a solid reason. Maybe Dragon is just the one that's holding back. Maybe he thinks Corazon is kind and pretty, but Dragon thinks he is too old for him and he is leaving the marines soon anyway.

Oh wait, Corazon was a Celestial Dragon! Maybe that's his reason for being all nervous! He thinks Dragon won’t like him if he finds out!

Anyways, something happens and they conceive Luffy in a coat closet or something. A near death experience is always a good option or a drunken incident perhaps? Maybe this happens a couple times and Luffy isn’t conceived the first time in the coat closet. Anyways, they get a couple of months to do this before Dragon leaves the marines to run the Revolutionary Army full time.

Luffy is born on May 5th the year after they meet, so he would have to have been conceived sometime in like August or September. Or if he was born premature, anytime in November to December at the latest. (This being based on pregnancy lasting 9 months and that babies can survive being born safely, at the absolute earliest, at 6 months of pregnancy. Sorry if I did the math wrong, I just counted backwards from May.)

Luffy being born premature could explain why he is so small compared to Dragon (256cm = over 8ft) and Corazon (9'7½ft ). Or he could’ve gotten the average height gene from Dragon’s nonexistent mother.

Maybe Garp is trans too? Roger could be Dragon’s other dad if you want to make the plot even more convoluted. 🤷

Luffy being tiny could be why Dragon didn’t know he was pregnant. Due to his size and Luffy’s size in comparison, he probably didn’t show at all. He most likely just wrote off any sickness he felt to be a cold/flu, stress, or guilt of leaving the marines/family/friends behind. Basically, he doesn’t find out until either he gives birth or if/when he asks Ivankov to fully transition him.

Anyways, Dragon leaves and they're both sad. Maybe Corazon doesn’t know why Dragon left until he sees Dragon’s wanted poster. Maybe Dragon hinted about why he was leaving or left a note behind. He probably left a note for Garp. Which Garp would probably rant about to Sengoku, who would then rant about it to Corazon or Corazon overheard a conversation about it.

So Dragon gives birth to Luffy and he contacts Garp. Maybe Garp is hanging out with Sengoku and Corazon is within hearing range. Garp, Sengoku, and Corazon go to meet up with Dragon. Garp and Sengoku know that Dragon and Corazon were at least friends before he left, but they don’t know how close. So they think he’s just coming to see his friend that he misses. Maybe they find out on the way there. Conversation between Sengoku and Corazon on the way could be:

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep with the head of the Revolutionary Army!?” - Sengoku, exasperated. 

“He wasn’t the head of the Revolutionary Army when we were together. At least not to my knowledge.” - Corazon

So they all meet up, it’s emotional, everybody finds out about Luffy. Maybe Dragon and Corazon talk about their feelings (or not yet - depends on if you like slow burn or not - I think they would at least have to have a conversation about everything/take things slow).

Anyways, they come to some sort of agreement where Luffy stays on Dawn Island because it’s a safe spot Dragon can raise Luffy. Sometimes he has to leave for revolutionary business and Luffy gets babysat by Dadan or Makino if Corazon is not there.

->->

Side Note:

Maybe Garp gave Ace to Dragon (Ace could go by Monkey D. in this AU for safety) instead of Dadan because Garp was pushy about the marines, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he was also pushy about Dragon giving him grandkids.

Garp is like: “Here’s a newborn for you to raise son because it’s not like you're making any! You're already 33, you’re gonna die alone before you get married and have any kids yourself! >:D”

So Ace is already there on Dawn Island in the Monkey D. house being raised by Dragon for like the past 3 years or so. Maybe Ace traveled with Dragon when he was still with the marines and it was safe to do so. This would also put off suspicion of who Ace’s parents are because, again, Dragon is just over 8ft and could easily hide a pregnancy.

Also, there's probably not many people that are close enough to him to know if he is trans (depending on when he started transitioning) or knew if he had a wife. They could easily just say that he did, but she passed away and that’s why he has Ace.

Or maybe Garp was telling Dragon about his plans for Ace and Dragon stepped in offering to raise Ace due to having Garp as a parent. Dragon is just thinking about the many different ways that Garp could kill that kid with his questionable “parenting” methods.

This could also maybe be what brought Corazon and Dragon closer in the first place. Like Dragon might seem a little scary and unapproachable, but then Ace is there being held by him and Corazon is just like: “Ooh, hot single dil- I mean dad!”

Corazon could have watched Ace for Dragon if he was busy with marine business and that’s how they got close.

<-<-

So let’s say that is the case. That Dragon has already been raising Ace and Dadan is like the cool aunt that babysits when Dragon has to be away/Dragon can’t bring Ace with him.

So Corazon and Dragon are raising Luffy and Ace together. Maybe they are officially together or for the people who like slow burn again, they are getting there, slowly but surely.

Meanwhile, Sengoku is going gray fast because not only is Corazon involved with a criminal, it’s GARP’s son. Like he thought Rosinante had better taste, why couldn’t he have been with a nice marine? It could have been Bellemere or Smoker or hell he’d even take Kuzon if Corazon really is into older men! But no, he picked Garp’s CRIMINAL son! Now not only does Sengoku have to see Garp at work, they are in-laws now and he has to have family dinners with him! No offense to Dragon, Sengoku agrees that the marines have done terrible things, but he would’ve taken literally anyone else OTHER than Garp to have as an in-law. (Sengoku this could be worse, I could’ve made this Katacora and then you’d have Big Mom as an in-law, quit complaining. Just send Garp to the other side of the world for a little while.)

But hey, at least Sengoku has Ace and Luffy to spoil. So he does soften up a little because yay grandkids!

Eventually, Corazon goes on the mission to infiltrate Doflamingo’s group, he is 26 now. Maybe this is the time where Luffy meets Shanks. So it would be like a year earlier than canon but whatever. This would be perfect because both parents are away so it’s Ace and him being babysat by Makino or Dadan. So Luffy still stabs himself in the face, gets his devil fruit, and Shanks’ hat. Meanwhile Garp is at Marineford or somewhere else like: “‘My family wants to be pirates’ sense is tingling!” Sengoku is just looking at him thinking: “Is that Garp’s normal weird or something else?”

Maybe Garp won’t be as mad about Shanks because Corazon is a marine. So in his mind maybe Ace and Luffy will want to become marines too. (Sorry Garp, they ALL become pirates.😂)

Anyways, Corazon meets Law, decides to save him, gets Law his devil fruit, gets beat up by Vergo, and still gets shot by his brother but not enough to die. Like maybe Doflamingo is a bad shot and he was just able to shoot their dad accurately because he was right behind him. He still shot Corazon, but not in spots that would immediately kill him. Just slightly grazed him a bit and Corazon’s coat took most of the damage.

Dragon can be the one who comes and picks them up. Maybe Corazon called ahead of time to let him know what was going on and maybe he had a suspicion that Doflamingo had a spy in the marines so he called Dragon who could be in the area just in case things went bad.

Well, things went bad needless to say. So Corazon and Law get picked up by Dragon.

->->

Side Note:

Maybe they stop at Swallow Island for supplies or something and Law meets Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo. He could also meet them later on too. Like he asks to be dropped off in the North Blue at 17 to start his pirate journey and meets them. I just think the idea of Corazon and Dragon having to raise 6 feral kids and Bepo is really funny. So I am going to say they do pick them up too.

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Sabo meets Ace like in canon while the adults are away and everything with him happens just like in canon. Except, while Sabo is still very badly injured, he does not lose his memories. Like Dragon picks him up on his way back from rescuing Corazon and the kids. (We’ll say Corazon was gone for like a year: 6 months with Doflamingo - 6 months with Law. That gives plenty of time for the canon events to be squished into a timeline.)

Maybe Sengoku and Corazon decide to make it seem like Corazon did die so Doflamingo doesn’t come after him or Law. So Corazon either retires from the marines or he could just do paperwork from home or he could find something else to do. He also could be too injured to go back to active duty. I mean he did get beat up and shot multiple times. Either way, now he gets to stay with the kids full time or just doesn’t have to travel as much. Dadan and Makino still babysit from time to time. Dragon still visits as much as he can afford to without putting them in danger. Maybe after all the kids leave home, Corazon can join the Revolutionary Army.

Also, they do tell Ace about Roger and Rouge, but in a way that makes him not hate himself. Maybe he still feels a negative way about Roger, but not in a way that makes him think he isn’t loved or wanted. Maybe this is where he chooses to go by Monkey D. Ace or, continue to if he was already going by Monkey D. Ace since Dragon started raising him. That way he can distance himself from Roger and be slightly safer from the marines. Or he could decide to go by Portgas D. Ace when they tell him or when he sets out to sea.

So Law (+ Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo) go to the North Blue to start off their pirate journey when Law is 17. The Heart Pirates still meet Wolf, help him out, and get the Polar Tang. He still wants to take down Doflamingo but does it in a less self destructive way. Corazon and Dragon find out about his plans eventually and are worried, but they also trust Law to know what he can/can’t handle. Maybe Corazon goes to Dressrosa with Sabo to help.

Ace leaves when he turns 17 as well. Like in canon he forms the Spade Pirates and later joins up with Whitebeard.

Sabo joins the Revolutionary Army when he turns 17.

Luffy sets out at 17 and everything in canon happens until the Straw Hats meet Law + the Heart Pirates:

“Hey! It’s my brother Torao! :D” - Luffy all excited to see Law again after who knows how long. “Another one! How many brothers do you have!?” - Nami & Usopp probably. “Oh! Six! :D” - Luffy doesn’t elaborate further because it’s Luffy.

Then when Luffy sees Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo he is like: “My other brothers!”

Everybody’s probably really confused at this point. Like, the Straw Hats could see the resemblance with Ace in Alabasta, but these guys? Who are Luffy’s parents!?

Although having four brothers on one ship is pretty convenient for the Straw Hats because now the only sibling left to meet is Sabo.

Everything in canon from then on still happens, the Straw Hats all get sent away. [This also makes Robin the Straw Hat who knows all (I’m sure Sengoku calls/sends letters) of Luffy’s family members.]

Ace still gets captured and the higher ups still want him dead, but maybe Garp and Sengoku are trying to figure out how to stop it. If he is going by Monkey D. Ace the marines could just want him for being Dragon’s son or Blackbeard might have found out who Ace’s birth parents were and told the marines. Either way it’s a bad situation.

Marineford happens, but Ace lives. (This is a HAPPY AU! I don’t care how it happens, he just does!)

Maybe Garp was actually a decent Grandpa and was like: “He’s not Roger’s son! He’s my grandson, Dragon’s kid! Monkey D. Ace! Roger never had any kids, it was all just a rumor!” Akainu is just like: “Your son is the most wanted criminal in the world. We’re still gonna kill Ace.” Whitebeard could kill Akainu before he succumbed to his injuries or someone else could kill Akainu. I don’t know how, but I say Akainu dies in this AU. Then Ace, while still very much injured, was saved by Law along with Luffy and Jimbe.

Sabo can eat Akainu’s devil fruit in Dressrosa, that way he can still get fire powers. Or lava I should say. (Akainu’s ghost is shaking in hell watching his devil fruit being eaten and used by a revolutionary. 😂)

->->

Side Note:

Speaking of Dressrosa, that arc is even funnier due to: 1) Doflamingo is being kicked around by his nephews not only because of his war crimes, but he also almost killed their dad that one time. 2) The Straw Hats (minus Robin) reaction to finding out Luffy’s other grandpa is Sengoku.

<-<-

Maybe after this, Ace could join the Straw Hats or join the Revolutionary Army or stay with Marco (he would probably keep in touch with Marco regardless of where he goes).

I would say that Ace goes with Luffy, at least for a little while. Mostly due to the fact that Luffy goes to Wano and Ace told Yamato that he would come back. Maybe he could stay on Wano after that and help rebuild or something. Have his own kind of thing again/continue his own dream you know? He and Yamato could go on adventures together or something after Wano is stable.

This is all I have for now! If you want to write (or draw) something using anything from here, go right ahead. I would, but I am both busy and I can’t seem to write anything other than headcanons or AU ideas. Maybe I’ll actually write something in the future, but no promises.

[copia]

Cool Cat 🔞 — 3.5k, copia/aurora, temperature play, blowjobs, copia's eternally overheating balls — more tags on ao3

She’d made her excuses to the concerned Ghouls—some of whom knew the plan, all of whom would hear the full tale later that night—and left to fetch the last few ice cubes the building had to offer. The rest, of course, had gone down her Papa’s pants.  Copia pulls his signature move. Aurora decides she can do one better.

for ghostober by @kroas-adtam — day 3: temperature play

[kacievvbbbb]

Doffy says mother and father in Japanese the same way Anya says it. So I'm guessing if I where to go by Spy x Family's translation that he is actually saying Papa and Mama. Which is adorable but gets significantly less cuter when the sentence is; "I killed my papa when I was 10"

But hey, we all have our battles

[the-ace-with-spades]

This is actually a bit of a spoiler for like a monkey pilot but I just really find the idea cute so I'm sharing it now to bust my mood...

When Jake and Bradley were together the first time, Jake called Bradley baby or, if teasing, sweetheart and Bradley called Jake honey.

After they meet again at Top Gun, Jake quickly realizes that Maverick calls Bradley baby, too, because he's always going to be Mav's baby boy. Which is cute but also makes Jake feel really weird about calling Bradley baby again.

And he's thinking what he can call Bradley while they're lying in bed and Bradley is like a giant teddy bear, with very huggable arms and cuddling anything within his reach in his sleep. Hence Bradley Bear.

And he swears he didn't do it on purpose but the squad does tease them about them being the 'bear and his honey'.

[tzimiscequeen-blog]

New Chapter is out for my Heat x Reader fic. You can check it out on AO3 as well! Hope you all enjoy!

In the Heart of the Flames Chapter 11 (NSFW)

Synopsis: Heat and Jinjer finally get to go to the next step. Plus a flirty Papas.

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, mdni, sex...there's sex

WC: 2200+

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

Papas left and closed the door behind him.

You promptly removed your clothes with a smirk from Heat.

“You’re in that much of a rush?” he leaned in to kiss you.

“I don’t want to fumble with them later since we’re both injured. We can worry about seduction and romance another time. I just want to feel you, all of you,” you said as you completed the distance to the kiss. Your lips moved at a frantic hurried pace. You were desperate for his touch, his taste, all of him.

He matched your fervor as a growl erupted in his chest as he deepened this kiss while he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your bare chest against his and his hand grabbed your ass firmly.

“I gotta get a few orgasms from you so I don’t hurt you,” he said as he stood and swiftly plopped you on the bed. You legs hung off and he knelt before you. His arms wrapped under your thighs as he began to kiss from your knee up. Your hand found purchase in his hair.

You pulled a few pillows over to prop yourself up enough to watch him without straining your back and neck. His crisp eyes looked back as you watched him lap at your cunt.

He slowly licked you from anus to clit as you squirmed in pleasure under his arms. His eyes ever watching you revel in his touch. It didn’t take long for your first orgasm to fall from your lips. He hadn’t even inserted anything yet, just the weight of not having to be separated being released and the anticipation of feeling him inside you was a big enough turn on to get you so close to begin with.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you love,” he hummed from between your legs with a moan.

“Well, good ‘cause I’ll never tire of you pulling these screams from me,” you smiled before he inserted a thick finger making your back arch off the bed.

A second finger went in then began to twist and scissor them to help stretch you. His mouth focused on your throbbing clit while his free left hand moved to toy with your nipples.

“Give me another one Jinjer,” he moaned into you as he inserted a third finger.

“Pinch harder,” you whined as you squeezed his fingers that were teasing your nipple. As he pinched harder you took your neglected nipple and tried to match his pressure.

“Fuck, baby…” you cried as he twisted and moved his fingers inside you. They were long enough to hit your g-spot and had you yearning for more. Your hips rolled as he coaxed your next orgasm out. His already soaked fingers and chin welcomed more as you tightened around his fingers.

When your body began to relax he removed his fingers licked them as clean as he could, then grabbed one of the condoms Papas had left. You gave him a drunken smile and licked your lips at the thought of him finally being inside you and feeling what those piercings felt like, even with a condom.

Heat’s arms pulled you closer, your ass practically hung off the bed. His eyes were blown with lust and his breathing was already ragged.

“I’m gonna go slow, but I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he confessed as he pressed his tip to your entrance.

“I want to feel you inside me, I don’t care how long you last. Fuck!” you said as he inserted

just his tip, “holy shit, hgmmm…so good. I…don’t think…I’ll last long…either,” you moaned before he slowly pushed further into you. A growl built up in his chest.

“Love, you feel so fucking good. Mmmnnnn…so tight. It’s like you’re pulling me in,” he groaned as you began to move your hips to get him in further.

“More…more!” you yelled as he pulled back out and thrust himself further in, not too hard but firmer than he had before. Your legs wrapped behind him as they tried to help get him further in. A few more pushes got him in and you had never felt so full. He held still to let your body adjust a few seconds before his eyes met yours and he held your gaze as he twitched his hips playfully. You sucked in a gulp of air as he pulled back and began to thrust his thick cock in and mostly out of you.

His breaths were short and he was having an issue keeping eye contact with you.

“Jinjer, cum on my cock,” he moaned as he leaned forward and supported his weight on his left arm while his right guided your hips.

“Yes, fuck you fill me so good! Yes…yes!” you called as his thrusts went deeper, “Heat, yes! Fuck me!” you screamed as you felt the coil in your abdomen snap and your walls clenched his cock as you came.

“Fuck! I’m cum…” he bellowed before he slammed into you as his release came. You could feel his cock pulse inside you as he filled the condom and you squirmed at the feeling. Already overly sensitive you gave a little pleasured whine at the feeling.

When he was able to move again he leaned over and laid a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I can’t wait to do that again…and again,” he smiled.

“Me neither, you feel so good,” you cooed.

“So do you,” he nipped your lip before he pulled back and slowly pulled himself out.

He tossed the condom, headed to the bathroom, dampened a washcloth and began to clean your sensitive cunt. You giggled and twitched at his light movements but didn’t stop him.

“You ok?” he asked.

“I’m in heaven right now, you?” you smiled.

“Right there with you,” he replied as he gave you another kiss before you stopped him from going back into the bathroom.

“Sit,” you pointed to the bed.

He smirked and dutifully sat. You guessed it wasn’t the first time a partner had ordered him to sit.

You took the washcloth from his hand, rinsed it out, deposited it in the towel hamper and dampened a new one. You gently wiped him down, just as he had done for you. You noticed a sweet smile on his face as he let you clean him.

When you were done, he grabbed the cloth from you, tossed it into the bathroom and pulled you into him. He winced at his sudden movement but held you to him and nuzzled into your chest. He was like a big dog trying to snuggle up to you and you smiled at the endearing gesture. Your fingers ran through sections of his hair as the two of you held each other in silence for a few moments.

“Heat…you ok?” you asked as he just held you tight.

He looked lovingly to you, “You’re staying, this isn’t some dream right?” he whispered.

“Oh, baby, this isn’t a dream. I’m right here with you, until our last days. I’m not going anywhere without you by my side,” you said as you gently cupped his cheek and he nuzzled into it.

“God, I love you,” he said and then his eyes went wide and you could see the panic on his face.

You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, “I love you too Heat.” The panic washed away to joy and he held you close as he littered your face with kisses.

A short time later there was a knock at the door, “It’s quiet, you two done?” Papas said.

“Come in Doc,” you said as you realized you were both still naked, just holding each other.

He walked in and immediately closed the door behind him when he noticed you were still nude.

“I don’t remember how many times I’ve seen you naked Heat, but you coulda warned me you were naked too Jinjer,” he sighed as he pulled his hood down.

“Since when have you been bothered by the nudity around here Papas?” Heat chuckled.

“Since our really hot new crew member stood naked in front of me and I gotta concentrate on making sure I do my job without hurting you…asshole,” Papas retorted as he put his bag on the bed then washed his hands in the bathroom.

You felt your cheeks blush at the doctor’s compliment.

“You think I’m hot Doc?” you teased.

“Umm…yeah. We all do,” he replied then winked at you as he looked over his sunglasses before chancing a glance up and down your body and shifting in place.

“You can touch me Papas,” you offered.

He took a deep breath before he spoke, “My duty as doctor outweighs my lust, but let me know if the offer is still open after I look at our fire-breather.”

“Sounds good to me,” you winked.

You moved behind him and began to remove the braids you put in earlier. Papas put a pair of gloves on then removed the bandages and then the gauze. You glanced over Heat’s shoulder and saw the two stitched stab wounds, one right below the other. He inspected them closely and was happy with what he saw. New gauze replaced the old and he taped it in place. He tossed the gloves in the trash then gathered his things into his bag.

“Offer is still open Doc,” you said as you stood.

He moved his sunglasses to the top of his head and leaned towards you.

“Just a small taste. I can wait my turn,” he whispered before he grabbed your hip and pulled you into him. His lips pressed to yours in a firm but quick kiss. Your exposed core pressed into his undeniable erection as he grabbed a handful of your ass then gave it swift smack before he released you and put his sunglasses back on.

“You too take it easy. Nothing too rough, a little patience would do you good Heat,” he said.

“I know how to take it easy. I’m not Kid, Papas,” Heat replied.

The Doc smirked, “I know you’re not, but I know how much you love your ropes. Keep them simple or ask for help if you need it. No suspension ties until I tell you otherwise.”

Your curiosity was peaked. The time you had been on the ship, Heat didn’t really do much with the ropes on deck so you wondered what Papas was talking about. You found yourself glancing at the ceiling and it hit you.

“You suspend people on these don’t you?” You asked. It came out more excited than you intended.

Both men began to laugh.

“You didn’t explain those?” Papas asked Heat.

“I was gonna show her with Kid instead of explain,” Heat shrugged his shoulders.

You pouted. You thought they were making fun of you.

Papas put his hand on your arm, a gentle soft touch.

“We’re not laughing at you Jinjer, you just said it with such excited wonder it was cute,” the doctor said with a slight blush.

“I may have worked in a brothel, but my clients were all pretty simple. I’m not well versed in the kinky stuff,” you confessed.

“Oh don’t worry my love. You’re a Kid Pirate, we’ll be happy to educate you,” Heat pulled you to him, settled you in his lap and kissed you.

“We’ve got most kinks covered on this crew and a chunk of the crew are open to trying anything at least once,” Papas added.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds. Remember, take it easy,” the doctor said as he grabbed his things and left.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing. You wrote a letter to Bea letting her know you joined the Kid Pirates and you would find a way to say goodbye in person when you left. You asked her if she had made contact with Henry. Finally you told her the crew would bring your things to the ship over the next three weeks.

“Normally we would throw a party to celebrate you joining, but due to that fuckin noble prick it might be too risky while we are still on the island. You cool to postpone it until we hit the seas?” Kid asked between shoveling food in his mouth at dinner.

“That’s fine with me,” you took a bite and then remembered something very important, “So, do you have a lot of room for treasure in your hold?”

“We’ve got enough. The harbor master says its a few weeks to the next island that we’d be able to restock at, so we need some of that for supplies. Why?” Killer asked.

“Well…I have a large stash of valuable goods that we can’t sell here now that Oswald has shown himself. It’s worth a lot of berri so I think it would be of great use to the crew,” you said.

“What do you consider a large stash?” Wire asked.

“Well…if I were to guess…a small fortune’s worth.”

“Excuse me?” Kid asked as he choked on his food.

You proceeded to tell them your story. Each person at the table gave you no judgment, but visibly angered at what your father and Oswald had done.

“There is some I want to leave with Bea and Henry, but the rest can come with us,” you said.

“We’ll work up a plan tomorrow on when to grab the goods and sort anything we can get away with selling here and what we can take with,” Wire suggested.

“Thanks Wire,” you smiled and he gave you a nod.

[meatloafzzz]

Roule expression practice 🗺️🧡

[wordy-little-witch]

Okay, just read about Atlas and how it'd be healing for Buggy....

Bruh I can't stop hearing this dialog for them.

It probably makes more sense of Atlas to be basically like a angry kitten, lashing out for his own safety... but I definitely can see Atlas having a moment of pause and see someone with the same nose as him.

Like the second he saw Buggy, all the air in lungs disappeared. In a good way.

Buggy, knowing what a kid version of himself would probably be think of. Knelt down and let the kid reach out for his nose.

"Looks like I'm not alone, huh?" Buggy said gently but got choked up in the end.

Atlas eyes started to well up, but he moved his head away. He didn't want to look weak because, for once, he didn't feel like the odd ball out.

He wasn't alone.

"You're probably hungry. Come on, " Buggy gently picked up his hand as Birdie and Angle flanked their sides, walking alongside. "It's almost lunchtime. "

(I undress it doesn't fit the mold, but dammit I love this)

Awwwwww my heeeaaaarrrrttttttt I love this

Honestly I can kinda see smth like this happening maybe. Like. Atlas on a mini war path or trying to sneak along to get to his target(s). Birdie and Angel may well find him and make a ruckus bc 1) HEY IT'S BOMB OMG HIIII and 2) WHY ARE YOU HERE BUT ALSO HIIIII

Maybe the noisr draws The Parents, and when Buggy bursts in like "what's going on-!" he just... freezes.

And Atlas just goes flipping rigid, wide eyed. There's a tense silence for just a moment, then Buggy kneels down and the rest is history.

((And maybe Birdie and Angel are So Excited to tell their friend/tiny-fellow all about the family. And maybe Atlas, putting on a brave face, looks across the room at Buggy smiling and flushed with Mihawk as they cook. Maybe Birdie asks what he thinks.

And maybe Stlas shakily signs looks like me... but pretty.

And Angel looks at the littlest Seraphim for a moment, then turns and goes "mama, papa, daddy? Can we keep him??"

And they all smile. "If he wants to, he's welcome to stay," Buggy offers with a smile that looks... odd. It's warm and soft and fragile and somehow really hard and cold at the same time, turning to let his hands sign along with his words. "He deserves the opportunity and chance to make his own choices, okay? We don't force people to do things here."

"Yes, mama!"

Atlas for his part is uncertain, is emotional for reasons he doesn't even understand, and- he wants.

He wants so badly.

And Buggy, understanding and grown and empathetic, is damn sure going to deliver

[thedogslegart]

"Wouldn't wanna disappointed the fans..."