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somanyratsinthewalls · 10 months ago

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Heyy! I’m new here and I absolutely love your writings wksiwksjwjshe is your 300 event still open?

if yes I would love to req a cinnamon + poplar ! hehe thank you! (If it’s already closed then don’t mind me)

*HI sorry this took forever! But I hope you love it ;) Ace is such a filthy boy in this one, EYE certainly enjoyed it*

Pairing: Ace x Fem Reader

WC: 2200

Prompt: “Shh I know baby, I know it’s good. You’re doing so good for me…”

TW: SEX, shameless flirting in public, Ace being kind of a pervert, reader is a bit older than young buck Ace, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't) creampie (also don't) fingering, teasing, pet names, filthy language. the usual?

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You sat at your desk in the medical ward of the ship, up to your ears in paperwork. Blood test results to log, supply order forms to go over, you had so much on your plate and it was eating away at you. The rest of the crew was in the galley drinking but you were stuck working.

Suddenly the door to the med bay swings open and in waltzes the crew’s head doctor.

“Ok little chicken, that’s enough work for tonight.” Marco smiles warmly at you as he approaches your desk.

“Please stop calling me that." You sigh and rub your eyes. "And I still have more releases to sign off on, and the IV tubing we use for Dad is on backorder, so I have to decide if we go up a size or down a size and did you know-“ You ramble on and on while Marco rolls his eyes.

“I’ll handle it. Go out and have a drink.” Marco eyes your tired face. “Gods know you need it, kiddo.”

You sigh. You feign a smile as you rise from your desk chair, the joints in your back and knees popping from how long you had been sitting.

“Was… was that your back?” Marco asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. Shut up.” You say as you push your way out of the med bay. You follow the sounds of music and riotous laughter towards the galley and enter quietly. You slunk between the groups of pirates towards the center of the room and grab a beer from the barrel full of ice. You pull your cigarette lighter out of your pocket and use it to pop the cap off your beer. You stow the lighter back into your pocket.

“Hey, y/n! Over here!”

You turn around and see a somewhat intoxicated Ace waving you over to his table. He had that stupid, goofy grin on his face. You smiled back and headed in his direction. He was standing around a wooden table with Thatch, Izou and a few other Whitebeard pirates and nurses.

“Jeez y/n you look like you’ve been up for a week.” Ace teases you.

“I think I have, now that you mention it…” You say and take a sip of your beer.

“Man I haven’t seen you this down before, y/n. What the hell is going on with you?” Izou asks.

“Well, since you’ve asked! I’m exhausted. I’m bored. I’m stressed. I can’t tell if I want 5 more beers or to fall asleep on the floor! I am wildly overworked and under-fucked.” You finish your rant and slam your beer.

“Anyone else need another one?” You ask to the now silent group of people that surrounded you at the table. You were met with mostly blank stares, shocked at your sudden outburst. You turn and head to grab a new beer.

“I’ll come with you!” Ace is quick to join with a mischievous smirk on his lips.

He follows you like a puppy as you head towards the beer.

“You know I can help you with that, right?” Ace grabs your arm and pulls you to face him.

You laugh.

“I don’t really think Marco would trust you enough to run my blood tests for me, but thanks.”

“No no, the other part. The being under-fucked part.” Ace smirks down at you. Again, you laugh.

“Haha, oh yeah? What are you, like 23? Like you’d know what to do with it if you had a chance.” You smile playfully and wiggle out of his grip, finally retrieving another beer. Ace does the same and sidles close behind you on your way back to the table. Suddenly Ace’s breath is hot in your ear as he leans in to whisper something to you.

“Well I’ve got an 8 inch cock that might change your mind on that…” You stop dead in your tracks and your eyes widen.

“Wha-?”

Ace passes by you and goes to join the table again. “Only if you want, though! Come on, let’s have another drink!” Ace beckons you over like he hadn’t just whispered the most crude, filthy thing in your ear 30 seconds ago.

Convincing yourself you had imagined it, you snap out of your trance and return to the table to drink.

You enjoy a few more rounds of drinks and you notice with each beer, Ace slides his body closer and closer to yours. You could attribute this to the size of your party shrinking as people headed off to bed, but at this point he was basically pressing his side into yours, occasionally grazing his warm hand over your hip.

His touch was fleeting, but hot… it made you crave more. You found yourself leaning into him and he pulled you closer in return. He felt you shudder.

“Oh man, y/n, you must really be tired. Do you need help getting back to your room okay?” Ace looks down at you with a devious smirk. You knew what he was really asking.. and you were far too quick to respond.

“Yes, I think I’d like that, Ace.” You smile and he wraps his arm around your hip and pulls you away from the table.

Ace is all but giggling as he brings you back to your room, pinching and squeezing your skin anywhere he could tease it. He stops at your door and looks at you expectantly.

You laugh.

“Would you like to come inside, Ace?”

“Hell yeah!” Ace practically jumps into your room behind you and slams the door shut.

From the instant the door is closed, Ace’s lips are on yours. You barely had time to react to the kiss before he started tugging at your clothes. You laugh and pull back from the kiss.

“Haha slow down! We have all night Ace… I’m not going anywhere.” You purr at him and stroke his cheek. What a sweet, eager little thing he was.

Ace nuzzles himself into your neck and plants a wet kiss.

“‘M’sorry, just hate seeing you like this…” Ace continued licking and biting at your neck. You whimper. “Gonna fix it… gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

Your cunt clenched in anticipated of what he was about to do to your body. Ace pulls your dress over your head and tosses it to the floor. He distracts you with more kisses as he unclasps your bra and pulls it off of you. Ace kisses down to your stomach and gently pulls your panties down. You step out of them and realize you’re completely bare in front of your friend.

You covered your breasts instinctively. Those doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who was coming up to meet your eye again. He pulls your arm gently away from your chest and smiles.

“Aww are you shy, baby?” Ace coos at you. You blush so hard you think your face might be on fire. Why was he having this affect on you? He was a young blowhard at least 5 years your junior, and yet he ended up with all of the control in this situation…

“That’s ok, come here…” Ace gets on your bed and sits up with his back against the pillows and headboard. “Let me show you why you don’t need to be shy.” He smirks and holds out his arms to you.

You lick your lips and climb into Ace’s waiting lap. He positions you with your back again his chest, sitting between his legs. This position reminded you how Ace was still fully clothed and you were completely naked. Something about being so vulnerable in front of him was intoxicating…

“Spread your legs, sugar. Show me that cute pussy.” Ace whispers in your ear as he pulls your legs over his own, spreading them as far as they could go comfortably.

“Ace…” You whimper quietly, trying to turn your head away. You were embarrassed at how aroused he had made you, all while barely touching you… but not nearly embarrassed enough to ask him to stop.

Ace wastes no time before his hands are on your dripping sex.

“Holy shit…” Ace glides a finger up and down your slit. “Look at how wet you are, pretty.” His one finger turns to two fingers as he collects more of your slick from your hole and brings it up to rub firm circles onto your clit.

“Ace! Fuck!” You throw your head back, body feeling like it was filled with static electricity. He had you so worked up that every little touch felt like it was amplified by 100.

“You’re so wet that I bet I could just slip my fingers in..” Ace smirks and swiftly plunges the two digits into your hole. You moan. “And I bet that if I do this…” Ace begins to firmly pull and tap his fingers into that delicious spot inside of your cunt. “… you’ll cum.”

“Shit, fuck, Ace! O-oh my- Ah! ACE!” You cry out and explode all over Ace’s arm and the bed in front of you.

“Looks like I was right, huh baby? That’s a good girl, give it all to me.” Ace playfully reacts as he rubs at your clit to prolong your orgasm.

“Fuck… Ace…” You lay heaving on your bed in Ace’s arms, the spasms from your climax finally ceasing.

You feel Ace smiling into your neck as he peppers it with sweet kisses.

“I wouldn’t know what to do with it, huh???” He chuckles into your damp skin.

“Shut up and fuck me already.” You roll your eyes.

Ace gently moves you out from between his legs and he rises from the bed to remove his vest and shorts. You audibly gasp at the sight of his huge member springing free from its confines.

“Jeez you weren’t kidding…” You say softly, eyes not leaving Ace’s cock in front of you.

“I’m a pirate, baby, not a liar.” He flashes you that stupid grin again. “Now face down, ass up, sugar.”

You quickly oblige, grabbing a pillow to cushion your face that was now stained with mascara. The first thing you feel is a warm hand sliding up your spine and massaging your skin, then you feel the prodding of Ace’s thick cock at your sopping wet entrance, the heavy mushroom tip barely breaching your hole. Ace dipped his tip teasingly in and out…

“Ace…. please…” You whine as you push your hips back to entice him to fully enter you.

“Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you, you don’t ever need to beg for me, pretty.” Ace plants both hands on your hips and pulls your ass flush against his pelvis, sinking his cock as deep as it will go into you.

Strangled moans leave the both of you as he bottoms out. Ace pulls out slowly, looking down to admire the wet mess you’ve already left on his cock. He pushes back in and you moan again, squeezing him involuntarily.

“Gods you were right… this tight little pussy is under-fucked.” Ace speeds up his thrusts and you gasp, the wind nearly knocked out of you. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make sure that never happens to you again… gonna fuck you every day… make you feel so fucking good…”

Ace was slamming into you at an animalistic pace and you felt a second orgasm creeping up on you. You could feel the droplets of sweat from Ace’s face splatter on your back, as well as the crazed, possessive grip on your hips almost certainly leaving bruises. You couldn’t form words, only broken sobs and shrieks as your lover drilled into you, dead set on making you cum again.

Tears fell from your eyes against the pillow and you whined, so close to reaching your peak again.

“Shh I know baby, I know it’s good. You’re doing so good for me…” Ace coos at you. “Cum on my cock and I’ll fill you up, ‘kay sugar?” Ace leans forward and presses his chest to you as he continues his brutal assault on your pussy. He reaches one hand from your hip down and around to rub at your clit. The stimulation sends you over the edge and your orgasm rips through your whole body. “Ace!” You scream out and lurch forward, no longer able to hold your torso up with your arms anymore.

“Good fucking girl! Now I’m gonna make you mine…” Ace praises you.

You try to mumble out “please” but you truly have no idea if you were saying anything coherent.

“Haaa, fuck!” Ace cries out and spills his load impossibly deep into your warm hole. You whimper as you feel rope after rope of Ace’s hot seed filling you. Ace rubs firm circles into your hips as he calms down from his release.

Suddenly, Ace pulls out of you and flops back into your bed and pulls you to his chest. You nuzzle into his sweaty pecs as you throw a leg over his hips. Ace pulls the blanket over the two of you, briefly leaning upwards to make sure your whole body was covered and comfortable before settling back on the pillows.

“So you were serious?” You ask quietly.

“About what, baby?” Ace answers as he strokes your hair.

“About fucking me every day?” You chuckle.

“Mmhmm…” Ace kisses the top of your head. “Tomorrow. And the next day.. and the next day… and the next day… and the next… and…”

You hear Ace start snoring and smile.

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anystalker707 · 1 year ago

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"Show me how to kiss?"

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Summary: Two imagines one in which you ask Sanji to show you what it is like to kiss and another one in which he's the one to ask. Tags: Gentleman Sanji !! / Also babygirl Sanji, ofc / Very sweet, y'kno / Sanji can't help himself / You can't either, but it's nice seeing him caving in / Very romantic Check out (Roronoa Zoro's version)

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If you’re the one to ask him...

All of that kind of got you frustrated. Robin had recommended you a book, a book that was too immersive for its own good. Since living as a pirate took most of your time, you’d never really thought about it until you started reading that; the book stuck in your mind a little too long, hence it wasn’t difficult hearing the others once in a while telling you to come back to earth.

It was difficult not thinking about the book the entire time. The way the couple kissed... What did it feel like? Having the lips of someone you like pressed against yours, their tongue running against your lip...

“I told you to pull the halyard, (y/n)! Are you listening?” Nami’s voice cut through your thoughts. Fuck, you spaced out again.

“Sorry, Nami-san!” You shout in return, finally doing as said. Damn it. That book really caught you, leaving you wondering whether you liked the story itself or if all those descriptions just caught your attention. A sigh escaped your lips as you finished pulling the sail and, along with Nami and Zoro, you finished preparing the ship for the night.

With dinner already being served, it didn’t take long until everyone was going back to their quarters—or just falling asleep wherever, in Luffy’s case. All the lights were off, only with a dim beam coming from the window on the door of the galley. Today’s night watch was Sanji’s. You sort of had been waiting for that.

Sanji had always been there for you, really—aside from all the flirting, he did take his time to check up on you and hang out, sometimes inviting you to help him finish decorating whatever dessert he was preparing for the crew just so you two could talk. It was something else, so you couldn’t really help looking at Sanji with a different tone after you started reading that damn book Robin recommended to you. His lips seemed extra attractive as he talked to you yesterday when you made him company while he prepared lunch, shaping nicely around every word he spoke. Sometimes you asked him to repeat himself; he probably thought you were dumb, damn.

Only the soft sound of the waves filled the ambient aside from the occasional creaking of wood under your feet as you started heading upstairs to reach the galley. You stood there for a long moment before you finally knocked on the door, sighing, and walked in.

“Sanji?” You closed the door behind yourself; Sanji was by the sink and looked back at you over his shoulder with a smile.

“(Y/n)-chan! What brings you here?” He grinned. “It’s already late, y’know? Why haven’t you gone to sleep already? Such a pretty warrior like you needs a good night of sleep, my dear.” And even if he just had his back to you at the moment, you could still picture how he would’ve winked otherwise. Why did Sanji have to be so charming? He kinda reminded you of the guy in the book you were reading, all romantic, with those kisses... But better, of course.

Okay, whatever, that’s not the point.

You clear your throat, shaking your head as you lean forward with your forearms on the cold surface of the counter. “Right. I want a favor.”

“A favor?” Sanji turned off the sink and turned to you, wiping his hands dry on his apron. He had no blazer or tie this time, with the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Your eyes quickly met his again and you nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yeah. Something simple, but... Like, you can refuse it.”

Sanji furrowed his eyebrows. “Right, but what’s it?”

Fuck. That was going to be harder than you thought. Your eyes averted away. “Yeah. You’re, like, the only person I trust and also the one who’s probably the best for this,” you mumbled, but immediately paused again—rambling wasn’t a good idea—, “like... Could you show me how to kiss? As I said, it’s fine if you don’t accept it, but it would be really nice if you—”

“...You’ve never kissed anyone before?” Sanji blinked a couple of times.

“Don’t tease me, Sanji,” you sighed, standing up properly and scratching the back of your neck. “I never really had the time, never really thought about it, y’know, but...”

“No, no,” Sanji sighed as he stepped closer. “That’s not what I mean, darling. The thing is, are you sure you’re going to give your first kiss to me? It’s something special, after all. You must think really well about it.”

Why did Sanji have to complicate things? It felt like you’d just explode at some point because of the whole tension, even more with how he acted. You just wanted to vanish or something, pretend that never happened.

“Sanji... You’re, like, special enough.” You shrugged, but then the way he started to blush made you rethink your words. Could that just get worse? “Ah, c’mon, I just...”

“Right, right.” Sanji quickly nodded—maybe he knew what you thought, since he was good at reading you and catching onto clues in general. “I’m honestly honored. You’re very sweet, my dear. I’m going to make it simple, okay?” He grinned wide as he usually did and walked around the counter to come closer, standing right in front of you after you turned around, leaning back against the counter and holding onto the edges.

You nodded, your eyes catching onto every little movement, from the way he adjusted his clothes out of instinct to the way there was a nervous trembling tugging onto the corner of his lips.

Sanji’s tongue poked out, running between his lips as he leaned in, a hand gripping onto the edge counter by each of your sides. His breath fanned over your face, and the smell of his cologne with a hint of tobacco filled your lungs. “Just try to go along with what I do, okay?” He whispered, waiting for you to nod before he finally closed the distance between you two.

Sanji’s lips pressed to yours softly, warm and gentle, as if he was afraid to do something wrong. His mouth broke the contact only for a second as, instead of having your bottom lip between his, he had your upper lip now; you tried to follow his gentle motions, your lips clumsily moving against his. Sanji still remained calm, keeping the same slow pace of the kiss until you could finally kiss back properly.

It was a hard task, actually. How could you keep yourself calm while you finally kissed someone? And, hold on, it wasn’t anyone. It was Sanji.

“Good?” Sanji whispered, his eyes looking into yours so intently you could feel your heart beating more while your face felt so hot; still, you nodded. He smiled in response. “Can I do it again, my dear?”

How were you even supposed to handle that? “Yes, yes,” you whispered, maybe a little more excited than you intended, but it didn’t matter.

Sanji soon pressed his lips against yours again, and things were smoother this time. The kiss felt different, even if it all was essentially the same thing as before. Your heart fluttered in your chest, your fingers tightening a little around the marble as you tried to focus more on how his lips felt against yours; from the way your lips slid together to how his breath fanned against the space between your upper lip and your nose— And oh, also how his mustache would tickle whenever it grazed your skin, the same way it would tickle when his goatee brushed your chin. It was fucking better than anything you could ever have imagined. Better than what the books could have described.

You sighed softly, about to move your hand to his shoulder when Sanji pulled away a little, but he quickly kissed you again, making you gasp when his tongue ran against your bottom lip. It made a shiver run down your spine, having something stirring in your chest as your lips parted slightly.

The kiss finally broke, and your lips still felt tingly even so. You caught your breath, blinking before you finally looked at Sanji, your heart still beating fast and face still warm.

“Sanji—”

“Was that good, my dear?” There was something different in his voice.

“Of course.” Admitting it out loud made you want to disappear again.

Sanji smiled, exhaling in relief. “That’s great.”

“What’s wrong?” You furrowed your eyebrows; your hand met Sanji’s so easily, just with a light shift as you just wanted to adjust your hand against the counter. You keep it there, though, on top of his.

Sanji’s eyes averted away, a sigh escaping his lips. “It was wrong of me.”

“...Hm?”

“Wrong to enjoy it while I was just doing you a favor. I’m so sorry, my dear,” he whispered.

“What do you mean?” You glanced away. “I... Sanji, that was so... Like, you made my heart skip beats, that...”

A red tone took over Sanji’s cheeks and his eyes widened before he looked at you. “Really?”

You nodded, chuckling. “Really.”

“Would you mind if I did it again?” He grinned again, wagging his eyebrows a little.

Your eyes averted away and you tried to bite back a smile. “...Of course not.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

If he asks you...

Sanji didn’t fucking know what he was going to do. The crew had been staying on an island for a while, partying away and relaxing after they saved yet other people from someone who threatened their peace. Unexpectedly, it earned him a date with one of the girls in the city that he met in a local bar through his characteristic flirting. So far so good, right? Actually, no. That was the first person who actually got that far with him, so he didn’t even know how to kiss—the only experience he had was pecking lips with whoever he got closer with, never actually kissing.

Maybe someone would help him with it? Because Sanji sure as hell didn’t want to lose that opportunity. It really was the first time he had gotten that far. He could ask Nami, right? Only if he was ready to hear her teasing at him the whole time and still dare ask him an immeasurable amount of berries for the ‘favor’. Robin would be nice, but it still wasn’t a great choice—she would be a tease in her own, harsh way, and Sanji didn’t want to lose the bit of respect he had with her. The men—out of question. No.

Then... There was you.

It didn’t seem like you would refuse his request, and Sanji was—almost—sure you knew how to kiss. Not to mention that you had such pretty lips that he couldn’t help imagining how they would feel against his and— Okay, that’s not the focus. He just had to get ready for a date, that, shamefully, wasn’t with you.

Sanji stood there in the kitchen, polishing glasses as he observed you finish eating breakfast while the rest of the crew already started to leave the galley; Zoro had chased Usopp and Luffy out of the kitchen most of the others was already off to their duties, only leaving you talking with Robin about a book she had in hand. Robin would lift her book or open at specific pages to show you something while you sipped on your juice until she eventually stood up with a sigh and left, waving at you.

Now was his chance.

“(Y/n)-swan...” Sanji’s voice cut through the galley in its mellow tone, almost as if it were a plea already, making you raise an eyebrow at him from your place at the table. “I may need your help with something, my dear.” He was thankful he was behind the counter so you wouldn’t have a full look on how weak you made you.

“What’s it?” You sipped on your juice as you looked at him. It was normal seeing Sanji blushing and fawning over people, but it wasn’t exactly your case; he used to be shy around you, though not really as squirmy as he was at the moment.

Sanji took a deep breath in a fruitless attempt of easing the fluster. “You know how to kiss, right?” He remembered you would talk with some people whenever the crew would party on islands, which was enough to make him jealous and worsen his nervousness in a way his flirting just stopped working with everyone else. Until now, it seemed.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Why was that even important? “...Yeah, I do.” The way Sanji looked at you made you rethink the events of the last week to check if you’d done anything wrong. Had you? Maybe last night when you—

“I...” Sanji sighed. “Can you come here?”

With a quick look around—was it a prank?—, you downed your juice before standing up. “What’s it?” You stood across from him, on the other side of the counter, resting your forearms over the cold marble.

Sanji took a deep breath. “I would like you to show me how to kiss.”

You blinked. Show him how to kiss. Him being Sanji. Sanji and you with your lips pressed to each other. Kissing. “What?”

“I got a date, but I... I don’t know how to kiss. I would only trust such a sweet person like you with teaching me how to do such an important thing, you know? I really hope you can help me....” His rant faded away into the back of your mind as you could feel your cheeks start to heat up while you digested everything that he said.

A string of curses escaped your lips as you let your head hang, staring at the marble in an attempt to ground yourself to reality. Like, Sanji was cute, of course, with that characteristic grace that laced his movements whenever he cooked and the cute way he smiled at you while saying something reassuring. Still, he never really paid attention to you like he did to the others, but he was there asking you such a favor. It was just a simple favor. Nothing more. Nothing deeper. Nonetheless, the fact he had a date still made your heart sink a little.

You exhaled slowly, nodding as you brought your head up again. Sanji was still speaking. That stupid fuck.

“Sanji,” you cut him off, watching him gulp, his cheeks red. “I can help you. Chill. I’ll help you.” You cleaned your throat because. After all, it was just a little favor, right? Right?

Sanji looked at you with wide eyes, incredulous that you’d actually accepted. He was very convinced that you’d accept it, of course, but not really. Like, maybe you would, but also— Okay, okay, focus. Sanji took a deep breath again and nodded, pressing his lips together. He quickly put the glass and the cloth away. What if he took too long and you changed your mind? He couldn’t risk that.

With quick steps, Sanji walked around the counter and stood in front of you. “Right... What do I need to...?” Despite how serious he tried to seem, he still held onto his apron tightly and his cheeks had that red tone while he looked at you.

It made your heart flutter a little, even if that wouldn’t matter a lot to him. Breathe deeply, (y/n), don’t make it a big deal.

“Relax, okay?” You cut off your own thoughts, cupping Sanji’s face gently. He bit on his lip, and the general way he acted almost made your heart ache. “No, don’t bite your lip.” You chuckled, running your thumb across his cheek in an attempt to help him calm down, but the way he reacted, damn... “Okay, better. Can I?”

Sanji blinked and quickly nodded. “Yes.”

Spending a little while longer looking at Sanji was a strong temptation, but it wasn’t like you were kissing a partner or something like that; there was no need to admire him and take in each detail of how pretty he was before you kissed him. You swallowed dryly and nodded, closing the distance between the two of you. Sanji gasped once your lips met, but you still held the kiss for a little before pulling away, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Is there something wrong?”

Sanji blinked a couple of times. “I—I was a little out of it. Can you do it again?”

Out of it? Or maybe he disliked it? You slowly nodded and kissed Sanji again and, this time, he tried to kiss back, though it was a little messy since he tried to rush things—you pulled away with a chuckle.

“Easy! You need to follow the pace or at least slowly establish one. Also, don’t try to use tongue out of sudden— No, you didn’t do that, but that’s just a tip.” You explained, furrowing your eyebrows a little at how his face fell a little. “Just simple kisses, okay? I kiss your upper lip while you kiss my bottom one and vice versa. No rushing.”

Sanji’s gaze averted away and he sighed, pressing his lips together, but he still nodded. This time, there was no warning before you pressed your lips to his, and he seemed to hold onto what you said, moving his lips—or at least trying to—in the same rhythm as yours, which was quite slow. His lips were warm and smooth against yours, and there was the sweet taste of whatever fruit he had eaten for breakfast earlier along with tobacco, of course. It wasn’t the best mix ever, but there was something about it that had you needing more.

You pulled away, your breath picking up a little; Sanji’s breath fanned over your face, also somewhat uneven. “Was that okay?”

“...Yeah,” he whispered.

“I will try something else,” you added. Why were you still so close while talking like that? Why were you still cupping his face? “Try to copy.”

All Sanji did was to nod this time, already closing his eyes.

It was a little better this time, smoother, since Sanji already started to get used to it, but he still faltered when your tongue slid against his bottom lip. Sanji gasped softly but accepted it, letting you trace his lip with your tongue until you went back to kissing him like before. His hands suddenly wrapped around your shoulders, squeezing them a little with the firm grip he used while trying to run his tongue against your lip as naturally as you had done to him.

If you had opened your eyes, you would see Sanji furrowing his eyebrows gently, focused as he tried his best. He wondered if you could hear how loud his heart was beating because, fuck, that was finally happening. He was finally kissing you.

Sanji’s breath was shaky when the kiss ended again and he could feel his heart fluttering with how your thumb ran across his cheek gently before your hand dropped to cup the side of his neck. His eyes met yours and he gulped.

“Ag—”

“Want one more thing?” You suggested and he couldn’t help but nod, biting his lip, and he was the one to lean in this time.

Something was different about this one kiss, and Sanji couldn’t really find out what it was—he just hummed softly, trying to follow your pace and letting your tongue run against your lip until you managed to slip your tongue into his mouth. Fuck, his brain just went blank when your tongue pressed against his, gliding against it and deepening the kiss. He was still trying to process it when you pulled away, hence he couldn’t even take in whatever you said, just able to mumble “again.”

Who were you to deny the request? Your free hand rested on Sanji’s waist and his hands adjusted their grip around your shoulders as your lips met once more. More confidence laced Sanji’s actions this moment, his tongue running against your lip as he kissed you, but you couldn’t help yourself, just pulling him a little closer and nibbling gently on his bottom lip, enough to snatch a quiet sound from him.

Both of you breathed a little heavier, holding onto each other even after the kiss was over.

��Y’know?” Sanji said, making you hum in response. “I don’t think I want to go out with that girl anymore...”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

#one piece #sanji vinsmoke #sanji #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #gender neutral #fan fic #fan fiction #imagine #one shot #sanji x reader #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #usopp #nami #nico robin #tony tony chopper

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salty-says · 1 month ago

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Could you write a short where ZoSan start to progressively add more and more "insults" in Japanese/french into their arguments but these all are just some nice things that they don't want to admit that they think and feel about eachother until someone enlightens one of them that a love confession from other day didn't mean wishing him death?

Absolutely love this request!! Sorry it took so long to get to it, eek! PSA - I do not know these languages and got these words by searching up “words of affection” so do not come at me please 🤞🙏

Sanji was meal prepping for dinner when Zoro walked into the kitchen. He knew that dinner would have to be extra special and filling after the marine attack they encountered.

“Sake.”

Sanji scoffed and looked up from his chopping to stare at Zoro, “Excuse me? You don’t just get to demand me for alcohol. Wait till dinner or something you drunkard.”

Zoro grumbled to himself before heading to the cabinets to search for it, limping.

Sanji turned to him astonished at his audacity to rummage through his kitchen, “Oi! What do you think you’re doing?! And why are you up?! Chopper said you need to rest after the shit you pulled.”

Zoro started placing the items that were in said cabinets on the floor as he continued his search, paying no mind for Sanji’s disgruntlement.

Slamming down the knife back on the cutting board, Sanji marched up to Zoro to kick him away from the cabinet and reorganize the supplies.

Zoro slid all the way backwards until he hit the wall with a thud. Hey?! What was that for?!” Zoro huffed as he began to get up from the floor, wobbling slightly.

“You have no right to get your gross and grimy hands all over my stuff. Now get out before I kick you out. You need to be resting.” Sanji grunted as he restocked the cans and boxes.

Zoro folded his arms, “I’m not leaving here without my booze.”

Turning with his mouth agape Sanji said, “You’re booze?! It’s the crews. But you are too much of a needy bastard who needs a drink to pretend to not be injured.”

Zoro’s eyes narrowed and his jaw set, “What did you say?”

Sanji stood up and readied his stance before sighing and putting his hands in his pockets and lighting a cigarette. “Forget it. Have your damn booze.” He walked to the other side of the galley and reached into a small cabinet before pulling out the bottle and handing it to him.

Zoro stared at the bottle in his hands with confusion all over his face.

“What you don’t want it now?” Sanji noticed Zoro’s hesitation to take it.

“Just wondering why you didn’t fight me for it, ‘course I want it.” Zoro responded as he took the cork off.

Sanji took a drag out of his cigarette, “It’s been a long day and I want nothing more than to rejuvenate by cooking a good meal. And you got hurt real bad today protecting Chopper the way you did, almost thought you were gone for a split second.”

Zoro raised his eyebrow and narrowed his eyes, “Really? I think you’re just too scared that you’re gonna get your ass beat even when I’m injured.” Zoro smirked as he watched Sanji’s face form into anger.

“Hah?! You think I can’t beat you when you’re injured? I’ll show you what I can do Marimo,” Sanji exclaimed as he raised his leg.

Zoro smirked before placing the bottle on the counter and reaching for Wado, “You’re on!”

Sanji flew at him with a simple strike and Zoro easily deflected it with the hilt of his sword. The two exchanged blows until Zoro’s injured leg made him falter for a second.

“See you idiot bijou (treasure)?! You’re only gonna make it worse for yourself!” Sanji scolded him after kicking him lightly. But right after noticing the little slip up of a pet name Sanji’s face went pale.

Zoro’s eyebrows furrowed and with Sanji’s distracted State he grabbed his arm and yanked him to the floor to hold his sword up to his neck, “So now the name calling is going cross-language?”

Sanji flushed at this not knowing if Zoro understood the real meaning of that word. Then he shot his left leg up to uppercut his chin knocking Zoro onto his side.

Grimacing Zoro wiped at his mouth to see the blood that had started to come out, “I can do you one better you…you..” Zoro started to go through the Japanese words he remembered. He searched his brain for insults but could only come up with pet names. Sanji wouldn’t know the difference, right?

“You koibito (lover)”

Sanji’s face turned back into anger and he stood back up over Zoro who was trying to stand up as well. Sanji was about to land another kick at him in this state until they heard a crack coming from Zoro’s already injured leg.

Zoro winced in pain before he fell back down. Sanji lowered his leg and knelt down in front of Zoro. “chou stupide (stupid cabbage). I’m going to go get Chopper, we’re going to finish this later.”

“No! I’m still able to fight, I’m not losing to you meiwakuna ikemen (annoying handsome man)” Zoro forced out through gritted teeth as he held his leg.

This language thing seemed to really push each others buttons, yet neither of them knew what the other was saying. They were both getting away with their endearments by playing them off as insults. Sanji liked this as endearments were mainly why he uses French and he can easily slip into it. With Zoro these endearments are the short sum his mind could recall.

Once Chopper had seen to Zoro’s now broken leg, Zoro sat at the table moping to himself. Occasionally he would annoy Sanji by saying things like, “Anata ga kawaii no ga kiradesu (I hate that you are so pretty)” and “Anata no chūmoku ga sukidesu (I want more of your attention).”

Every time Zoro would grumble one of these lines Sanji would respond. “Bel mousse (handsome moss)” and “je ne peux pas te perdre (I can’t lose you).”

Eventually some of the crew meandered in early for dinner. Robin sat down next to Zoro and opened her book to continue reading. Usopp sat down as well and tinkered with his new ammo.

Sanji perked up as Robin came in. “Mon amour how lucky am to have my eyes blessed with your presence!”

Zoro rolled his eyes, “Kimi no orokana hyōjō ni kisushitai (i want to kiss that dumb look off your face).”

Sanji instantly stopped his fawning and clenched his fists. Robin though, stared at Zoro in disbelief and smiled. Zoro eyes her weirdly before Sanji retorted on his own, “mon chou ne sera jamais aussi joli que Robin! (my cabbage will never be as pretty as Robin!)”

Robin giggled at that and held a hand up to her mouth. Before any of them could confront her on her reaction Luffy busted in through the door, “Food! Sanji I want food!”

Sanji sighed, “Sit down you fool! I will be serving it once my beautiful Nami gets here and the rest of the crew.”

“Please Sanji, I need food noooooww. I’m gonna die of starvation if you don’t feed me,” Luffy complained.

Dinner went by as chaotically as normal. Sanji got up to do the dishes and Robin volunteered to help him out. Sanji of course denied at first but she insisted especially with the help of her devil fruit.

As they began to clean the conversation was easy and casual. Then as they began to dry Robin smiled, “So are you and our swordsman a thing?”

Sanji dropped the plate in his hands, back into the water. He stared in horror at Robin, “What?! What are you talking about ma cheri? Where would you ever come up with such a heinous thing?”

Robin chuckled at his reaction, “My apologies. It’s just that before dinner you guys were saying what sounded like romantic things to each other in your respective languages.”

Sanji’s face heated up, “Wh-what do you mean.” He swallowed harshly.

“Well you two would make intense eye contact a lot and then Zoro said something like ‘I want to kiss you.’ To which you responded ‘my cabbage won’t be as pretty as me.’ Which did kind of confuse me.”

Sanji stared at her wide eyed, “Y-you can understand us?”

“Mhm!” Robin smiles brightly.

“A-and he said he wanted to kiss me?” Sanji stammered.

“If I remember correctly, yes that is what he said.”

“..huh. That’s very embarrassing..” Sanji scratched the back of his head.

“Maybe you two should talk about this in a language you both understand,” Robin smiled and put a comforting hand on his shoulder before drying the last dish and leaving.

Sanji stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to think. Why were they both so stupid?! Running his hands over his face Sanji decided he should go talk to him.

He washed his hands and grabbed the bottle of sake Zoro left on the counter. He left the galley in search for the green haired man. To no one’s surprise Zoro was perched up against the mast asleep.

Sanji slid on next to him and the second the cork came off the bottle, Zoro’s eye peeked open.

“You left something in there earlier,” Sanji said holding the bottle out to Zoro.

Zoro raised his brow in disbelief before grabbing it and taking a swig. “Ah, this is the good stuff too.”

Sanji pursed his lips and nodded. Zoro went back in for a second swig.

“Soo..you really want to kiss me?” Sanji asked out of nowhere.

The sake in Zoro’s throat was caught and he started coughing harshly. He put down the bottle and coughed some more until relief came. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb. Robin told me she understood what we were saying. She told me that you said you wanted to kiss me.” Sanji folded his arms.

“She must have misinterpreted because I said no such thing.” Zoro scoffed.

“Don’t lie. Robin is too smart and I know she wouldn’t lie about this.”

Zoro sighed deeply, “Ok maybe I did say stupid shit like that. But I blame the drugs Chopper gave me. I can’t seem to remember my Japanese quite well and could only come up with those sentences.”

“Oh,” Sanji sounded disappointed.

Zoro looked at him confused, “Oh?”

“S’nothing don’t worry,” Sanji said before reaching for the bottle to take a swig himself.

“Okay now I’m curious, what were you saying?” Zoro asked him.

Sanji shrugged, “Just called you a cabbage and told you, you were dumb.”

Zoro’s eyes narrowed, “Okay but you also did call me ‘bijou’. I didn’t realize it at the time but you always call Nami and Robin that so it must mean something endearing.”

“Ugh, the one time you’re brain cells work and it’s to embarrass me,” Sanji rolled his eyes.

“If you want to feel less embarrassed I do actually want to kiss you.” Zoro said nonchalantly.

Sanji whipped his head to stare him in the eyes, “What?!”

Zoro took a swig and wiped his mouth, “You heard me.”

“Y-you actually want to kiss me?”

“Can I kiss you yes or no?” Zoro was starting to sound annoyed.

Sanji looked around him to see if any of the other crew mates were near them or could see them, “I mean…I- I’m not..”

“Yes or no, cook?”

Sanji took a deep breath, “embrasse-moi s'il te plaît (kiss me please)”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Zoro said before leaning in and connecting their lips.

Sanji gasped as he felt Zoro’s lips on his. Never did he think they would end up here. The kiss itself was soft and slow. They seemed to have all the time in the world.

Zoro pulled away first to stare at Sanji through lidded eyes, “Arigatto.”

#one piece #zosan #roronoa zoro #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanzo #one piece zosan #Sanji #zoro #sanji vinsmoke #zoro roronoa #pirate hunter zoro #straw hat pirates #mlm

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silentsamlikesham · 10 months ago

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Go To Bed

Request from @luffys-little-sister-lyloa ! I'm so sorry this took so long and I kind of...ran a bit wild with it! Apologies if you wanted this pre-established I just started writing it and I ended up with angry confused boys...Hope you enjoy <3 Wordcount: 4,845 -------------------------------------------

The crew is a mess. After the last island, most of them are confined to their beds. Their injuries range from painful breaks to almost fatal wounds. Sanji had spent the last two days being one of the four crewmates able to do anything. Chopper, Brook and Zoro being the other three.

They'd gotten separated on the last island and hadn't faced as much as the others. Sanji had been thrown from a cliff, unconscious while most of his crew was being beaten to an inch of their lives.

He lets out a yelp as the spoon in his soapy hand bends, and then snaps in two. He drops it on the counter, carefully examining his hand to see if he'd bruised or nicked himself.

Fuck.

This is not the time to hurt himself, to draw any attention to himself. He needs to get these dishes clean. He needs to start on dinner. He needs to make snacks to help with recovery. He needs to clean the galley- no, the ship. The whole ship is a mess. He can't have his crew recover in this filthy environment. He needs to do a stock check. Do they have enough of everything? Is there enough food? When can they even risk docking again?

The hot water sears his skin as he dips plate after plate in, scrubbing them until his fingers feel only smooth porcelain, until the dried lumps of food are washed away entirely. He cleans one after another, the pile diminishing slowly as he moves to dry and place them away at the same time.

His legs ache from running, his whole body is bruised from his fall, a headache buzzes just behind his eyes, but he can't stop. He doesn't need to rest; the others need to rest. He needs to be useful, to fucking do something.

He didn't do anything on the last island.

The last dish lands in the cabinet with an echoing clank. Sanji doesn't even pause as he moves for a cloth, washing down the counters of the kitchen. His elbow complains, his shoulder cries in pain as it stretches and the inside of Sanji's cheek bleeds as he gnaws away at it.

The sharp pain is enough to distract him. He just needs to focus.

He brings damp cloths down to the infirmary next, wiping the sweat from his crewmates that have passed out. He stays with Robin who has woken up for a bit. He reads some of her book to her, barely keeping his eyes open as he speaks as clearly and quietly as he can.

She nods off to sleep moments before Sanji is coming close to joining her. He rubs at his eyes, pressing his palms harshly against them. The light from the hall shows dark stars dancing around Sanji. The veil of sleep creeping into his vision.

He ignores the call. There’s still so much to do.

He finds himself standing in the pantry, wondering how he got here. He must have walked. Why doesn't he remember walking?

He stares at the boxes and finds there's a notebook in his hand. Right. He'd grabbed it from his locker.

He pockets it, grabbing the first box of fresh food. He needed to deal with these first, check for mold, plan the next meals around them. He drops them on the kitchen table and jumps as the table rocks against him.

Why did that surprise him?

He opens the lid, ignoring how clunky and strange his hands feel. The lid slides off the bench beside him and onto the ground. Sanji goes bright red from how harshly he jumps at the noise.

He feels drunk. Is this some belated effects of his head injury?

He shakes his head, feeling no shots of pain. He must be fine. He's just tired. His body is tired after two days, that's all. But that's fine, fine, fine, fine. His mind is sharp. He can still help. He can still work. He can't sleep anyways. Not with so much to do.

He just needs to count, to write figures down, some basic maths and move around some heavy boxes. That's nothing. It's nothing compared to what he did in the Baratie. Heck, he usually has to do this work fighting off a hungry Luffy.

This is easy.

Zoro wanders into the galley. He'd been asleep on the deck for most of the day, having taken watch during the night. He'd been vaguely aware of what the crew had been up to, had heard Sanji moving between the galley and the crew, had heard Brook playing his violin from the crow’s nest and had been annoyed several times by Chopper to have his bandages changed.

He assumed Sanji and Chopper had headed to bed. He's meant to take over Brook's watch soon. It's best that the doctor and their second-best fighter, currently upright, are free during the day.

Keeping that in mind, Zoro finds himself blinking slowly in the doorway of the galley. His plan was to grab something strong and head to the crow's nest. He's not expecting Sanji to have forgotten to blow out the lanterns, to have left so much out on the table. He's not expecting Sanji to be standing hunched over a notebook, his visible eye flicking between several open crates and his hand moving aggressively across the open page.

Usually, Sanji would notice Zoro right away. The cook had a sixth sense for people trying to enter his space and he was usually greeted by an insult by now, or a yell to get the fuck out. But the Cook hasn’t noticed him. He seems engrossed in his task.

Zoro watches him from the doorway. The lanterns cast a sharp shadow across the blonde’s face and it’s easy to see the dark circles under his eyes, the fresh litter of bruises that colour his forearms visible from where he’s rolled up his sleeves. He’s sitting hunched for once, always one to keep a good posture, no matter how sore or tired he seems. His hair is greasy, almost sticking to the side of his face where it usually rests, rather than hanging there.

All of these are signs that something is wrong, but what really makes Zoro worry is when he takes a few more loud steps into the room. The Cook jumps, caught off guard, and his eyes flick groggily to Zoro.

“What do you want?” Sanji’s tone is flat, he doesn’t use a nickname or an insult. His cheeks flush pink, like he’s flustered, like he knows he’s been caught out.

“A drink.” A quiet pause stretches, and Zoro feels a twist in his stomach. The request usually brings out a raging fire in the form of the other’s temper. But Sanji just waves a hand towards the liquor trolley, his eyes flicking back to his work.

“What are you doing?” Zoro ignores the invitation to take what he wants and instead wanders over to the table. He receives a half-hearted glare for it but takes it as a win when Sanji just sighs and tosses some fruit back into a box.

“Stock check.”

“Oh. Is it...okay?” Zoro knows nothing about keeping track of food, beyond knowing what goes off quick on a pirate ship. He couldn’t fathom how Sanji keeps it all in check. He tries to glance at the ledger the cook is scribbling in, but the writing is swirly and looped tightly together and Zoro can’t make any of it out in the dim light.

“We’re fine.” Sanji flinches when Zoro looks sharply at him, the swordsman catching the wobble in his voice, the dread that seeps in because Sanji isn’t certain himself. They have enough food for a while, for at least a couple of weeks. But there’s a hunger gnawing at Sanji, a tension in his clenched fists that says otherwise. He just can’t convince himself that he hasn’t screwed this up. That he won’t wake up tomorrow and find half of their rations gone.

“Good.” Zoro doesn’t argue, doesn’t ask why Sanji seems to be trembling, his leg tapping furiously off the ground. “Then you should go to bed, I can put these away.”

Zoro waves a hand at the few crates still left sitting on the table. Sanji looks at them like he’s seeing them for the first time before his expression hardens again, a scowl directed at Zoro.

“No, you’ll put them back wrong. It’s fine, I’ve some other stuff to do anyways.”

Zoro’s tilts his head and looks at Sanji like he’s lost it. Sanji drags his chair back, standing up and glaring at Zoro.

“What? Go on your watch, Marimo. You’re pissing me off.”

“No.”

“No?” Sanji squints at Zoro in the low light, staring at him like he’s grown a second head.

“You haven’t slept, have you?” Zoro folds his arm. He reminds Sanji of some disapproving parent.

“What the fuck is it to you, shithead?” Sanji does not have the mental capacity for an argument right now. He needs to get the crates away and then...then he’ll tidy...he’ll clean something.

“You look like shit.”

“Wow, thanks.” Sanji scoffs, ignoring the idiot to pick up the first crate.

Zoro doesn’t let it go. Not when he notices how slow Sanji is moving, how sluggish he is as he tries to find a grip on the box. Without hesitation Zoro slams a hand on the crate, banging it back onto the table

“What the fuck, Marimo?”

“I said, you’re going to bed.”

“Fuck off.”

“I mean it.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” Sanji scoffs, dropping the box to grab the opening of Zoro’s green jacket and tug him close enough that Zoro can feel spit hit his chin.

“Captains out cold.” Zoro growls, grabbing Sanji’s wrists, their gazes locking into their usual heated glare. “That means I’m in charge.”

“Bullshit.” Sanji scoffs. Since when has Zoro ever taken charge?

“Mutiny, Cook?” Zoro grins, knowing the best way to handle this is to get the blonde riled up enough to comply.

“You can’t just order me to go to sleep.” Sanji narrows his eye and attempts to pull back, but Zoro keeps him close refusing to drop his wrists.

“I just did, Ero-Cook.”

Sanji let out a long breath through his nose, his frustration building.

“Let go.”

“Go to bed.”

“Why do you fucking care?” Sanji snaps, his composure in tatters as he realises he’s shaking. Like he can feel his whole body shaking. It’s the kind of embarrassing energy that makes Sanji want to lash out or cry. He’s not about to cry in front of Zoro of all people.

His leg is swinging before he can think to aim or put any real power behind it. He can’t twist his hips much while being held in place, so he ends up with a weak swipe at Zoro’s shoulder.

The swordsman drops one of Sanji’s wrists to block the kick. Instead of knocking it away, he loops his arm under Sanji’s knee and holds tight.

“Bed.”

“Die.”

“Why are you so stubborn!” Zoro groans, dropping Sanji’s leg so he can grab the man by the shoulders and gently shake him.

“Why are you acting like my sleep schedule is any of your business.”

“Because it is!”

“As if, Marimo. Since when do we care about each other?”

“I’m the first mate, it’s my job to look after the crew.”

“Well, I’m perfectly fine so why don’t you worry about the ones actually injured?”

“You’re shaking, dart brows.”

“It’s cold in here!” Sanji cringes at his own retort, knowing it’s bullshit. The galley is always the warmest room on the ship and tonight was humid, the air stale outside.

“Liar.”

“Fuck off!”

“You seriously have the energy for this right now?” Zoro groans, letting go of Sanji’s shoulders to wave his hand angrily in front of his face. “What is so goddamn important it can’t wait until tomorrow? Do you not get we’re the only two that can properly protect the ship right now? I don’t need to be worrying about you too. So, stop acting like a selfish brat.”

The words stung. They cut deeper into Sanji’s soul than anything else the pair have ever thrown at each other. Of course, he understood what was happening. He was ready to beat the crap out of anyone that came near the ship right now. Selfish? Was it selfish to want everything perfect for the crew? Was it selfish to want to make up for how useless he was before, to make it up to his crewmates who couldn’t even lift their heads right now? Did Zoro not get this is all his fault? That he’s meant to be like this now, suffering.

For a haunting moment, Sanji is certain he’s going to burst into tears. His eyes are burning, he can feel a lump in his throat, knows if he speaks again his voice will crack and break. He’s so tired, so fed up with the way his mind is spinning the same thoughts around again and again. He can’t break, not now.

So, Sanji does the only other thing he knows how to do when he’s feeling this much emotion. He lunges at Zoro, swinging his legs in a frenzied rage.

“I’m not asking you to fucking worry about me!” Sanji roars, his shoe smacking satisfyingly into the side of Zoro’s head.

“You Shitty-Cook.” Zoro hisses in pain, his eyes narrowing to angry slits as the pain blossoms across his skull, rattling his teeth. What is wrong with this guy?

“If I have to kick your ass to get you to sleep, I will.” It’s the only warning Zoro gives before he unsheathes his swords.

He lunges low and uses the end of one of his hilts to drive a punch into Sanji’s gut. The Cook wheezes, coughing as he brings his knee up high to deflect the rest of the impact. Zoro manages to lift his head in time to avoid it, his chin just barely brushing off the fabric of Sanji’s pants.

Zoro’s second sword cuts through the air, the blunt side aiming for Sanji’s temple, but the Cook is quicker again. He ducks and uses the momentum to place a hand on the ground and swing his hips fully around, launching both his legs in a hurricane kick at Zoro.

The Swordsman jumps back just in time before both of them rush forward, two swords clashing with a now flaming shin. Zoro is barely breathing, his focus completely on the fight. That’s when he realises just how out of it Sanji is. Operating on pure adrenaline, Sanji's breaths are already labored, and his anchored leg trembles under the strain of supporting his full weight.

“As if you could.” Sanji taunts, trying to keep a veil of confidence between them. His stomach is aching from where Zoro just left a fresh bruise. Usually, the pain would be a comfort, would be something to focus on while fighting but now it felt more like the beginning of the end for Sanji. The room is spinning, he has cotton mouth, his eyes are struggling to focus and keep up with the glint of Zoro’s swords.

“Why-” Zoro pulls his swords out of the ‘X’ position they’re in, drawing them outwards and letting Sanji stumble forward, the Cook losing the place he’d been leaning all his weight on.

“-are you pulling this shit right now?”

Zoro leans forward as Sanji stumbles, making sure the other hits face first into his chest. Sanji tries to push off him but for once his feet aren’t co-operating with him. His shin extinguishes as he embarrassingly trips over his own feet.

Zoro uses the misstep to wrap his arms tightly around Sanji, pinning him to his chest while his swords hang in the air either side of Sanji’s head. Sanji tries weakly to break his hold by pushing his back into Zoro’s arms but they’re like two flexible metal rods twisting around him. The position is awkward for his legs too, it’s impossible for Sanji to find enough leverage to get into any of his usual stances.

“Answer me, Cook.” Zoro growls, starting to get genuinely pissed off. He needs to go on his watch, and he needs to know that when his watch is over, Sanji can take over. That someone capable is on standby when Zoro gets his own rest, takes his own breaks. Their crew needs them right now and Zoro has no idea why Sanji is choosing now to be so insufferable. He might just kill the guy if this ends up being about Nami asking him to do her chores or something.

“I’m not-” Sanji struggles in Zoro’s hold as he grits out a response. “-pulling anything, shitty Swordsman. You’re the one being a dick- Fucking, let me go.”

With his strength dwindling Sanji goes for a dirty move, he pushes his knee forward, trying to get Zoro in the groin but he misses, kneeing him hard in the hollow of his hip instead.

“Bastard.” Zoro flinches, his body jerking for a moment as if the Cook had just hit his mark. Zoro drops his swords and uses his hands to twist Sanji around, pulling his back against Zoro’s chest and wrapping his arms around him again, pinning Sanji’s upper body in place and making sure he can’t knee him again.

“See how weak you are right now? You can’t even match me, Ero-Cook. How do you think you’re going to hold up against an actual enemy? Are you really this stupid?”

“Shut up!” Sanji yelps, doing his best to struggle against the wall of muscle behind him. He tries to dig his heels into the ground to get some kind of momentum to push off, but all his limbs are starting to feel like they’re submerged in water. It’s like he’s coordinating himself in slow motion.

“Let me go you fucking brute.” Sanji slams his head back against Zoro’s shoulder, his frustration boiling over.

“Did you hit your head when you fell from that cliff? I think it’s given you brain damage.” Zoro growls in his ear, tightening his grip enough that Sanji is gasping for his next breath, his ribs pushing against his lungs.

Sanji flinches at the comment. He barely remembers the fall. One moment he was rushing towards the crew as a devil fruit user pounded into Chopper and Robin and the next moment he was being pushed by a force he couldn’t even see. He’d grappled with the rock the whole way down, desperate to stop his fall but then there was a sharp pain cutting into the back of his head and the next thing he knew he was waking up back on top of the cliff, lying on the ground beside his other injured crewmates.

He failed them.

He was useless.

Zoro is still talking in his ear, but Sanji can’t discern his words anymore. The world around him begins to blur, and the once distinct lanterns in the galley transform into mere shards of light, losing their clear definition. Their white haze fogs Sanji’s view, making everything look strange and further away as the world seems to break into colourful blobs of nothing.

“Are- are you crying?” Zoro splutters, staring over Sanji’s shoulder in disbelief.

Sanji should be embarrassed. His rival, Zoro, is seeing him like this. But now that the dam is broken Sanji doesn’t have the energy to feel humiliated. He can’t stop seeing the blood on the side of Nami’s head, the harboured breathing from Usopp, Chopper clutching his arm as he tried to treat everyone...how much of that could he have prevented?

“Are you more injured than you’re letting on?” Zoro accuses, moving to push Sanji away as the blonde had stopped fighting him, but when Sanji’s knees buckle, he grabs him by the waist again.

“I’m fine.” Sanji insists, only to sob loudly as he tries to take in a deep breath.

“You’re losing it.” Zoro decides, having no idea how to handle Sanji when the other isn’t trying to kill him.

“You’re getting some sleep, Cook. End of story.” Zoro doesn’t leave any room for discussion as he starts marching to the door of the galley. He half-lifts Sanji in front of him, carrying him like a barrel out of the room.

“Stop treating me like a child.” Sanji yelps, feeling winded by the forearms digging into his stomach as he desperately rubs at his eyes.

Zoro must hear the choking in his speech because Sanji feels him moving his arms. A part of him is relieved at the idea of Zoro getting the fuck away from him while he’s having a complete mental breakdown, the other part feels a pang of disappointment.

An embarrassing squeal stops Sanji’s train of thought, sadly coming form his own mouth, as one of Zoro’s arms slips lower. Suddenly, Sanji feels the back of his knees being knocked out as Zoro scoops him into his arms bridal style.

“What are you doing?” Sanji snivels, wanting to yell and kick the other in the face, but instead his words are starting to slur. Now that he’s horizontal, he can’t fight his body relaxing, his eye lids drooping as his head hits off Zoro’s chest, his crewmate's heartbeat thumping rhythmically against his ear.

Zoro looks down at Sanji with a raised brow, but Sanji isn’t glaring at him. He’s nestled his face against Zoro’s pec, his breathing evening out as he drifts off to sleep.

Zoro stands there stupidly for a moment. The cook weighs nothing to him but his presence is heavy. His hair is tickling Zoro’s neck and chin, his breaths are hot against Zoro’s skin and Zoro has made the mistake of resting one of his hands on one of Sanji’s bulging thighs. Zoro can feel the back of his neck heat up as his thoughts betray him.

“I have no idea.” Zoro whispers his response to Sanji’s last question, heading towards the Sunny’s crow's nest.

“This isn’t the boy’s room.” Sanji slurs when Zoro knocks the door closed with his foot.

“No shit, dumbass.” Zoro grunts without any real heat behind the words. Sanji seems to pull enough strength together to lift his head because Zoro now has a piercing blue eye glaring at him.

“Wha-whatda I doing ‘ere?” Zoro can’t help but snigger at how incoherent Sanji is becoming. The rumbling of his chest makes the Cook sigh, slouching his head back again.

Zoro does not trust Sanji to stay in bed right now. He is also becoming increasingly concerned that the other has internal bleeding in his brain or something from how he’s acting.

“I’m making sure you sleep so I get to nap after.” Zoro grumbles, moving to drop Sanji on the bench that curves the length of the crew’s nest.

“Prick.” Sanji snorts, making Zoro roll his eyes. He suddenly feels a whole lot better about dumping the Cook on the hard wood planks.

“What the fuck?” Sanji puts a hand up to the back of his head, rubbing at the spot where it connected with the wood while he tries to sit back up.

“Sleep.” Zoro pushes down on one of Sanji’s shoulders and watches with amusement as Sanji’s elbow slips out from under him and he ends up banging his head again.

“Ow, stop doing that.” Sanji waves his hand blindly trying to slap at Zoro but only ends up brushing Zoro’s forearm with the strength of a fatigued kitten.

“And I can’t just sleep on hard wood like you, you neanderthal.”

“What you want a pillow, princess?” Zoro snorts, crossing his arms.

“Yes.” Sanji mumbles, trying to cushion his head on his arms.

Zoro is prepared to turn to the metal bar in the crow’s nest to start his pull-ups but then his eyes catch the glint of still drying tear streaks on Sanji’s cheeks and suddenly he’s feeling the rare emotion of guilt. He had to go and fucking cry, didn’t he?

Zoro channels his frustration into grabbing Sanji by the hair and yanking his head up. The blonde lets out a yelp, trying to grab Zoro’s hand as he thrashes on the bench.

“Calm down, Shit-Cook.” Zoro sits down on the bench, pulling Sanji’s head back down onto his thigh.

Despite how groggy his movements are, it’s obvious how quickly Sanji tenses up.

“What are you doing?” He tries to sit up, but Zoro still has a handful of blonde locks and with a hiss of pain he puts his head back down.

“Sleep.” Zoro snarls.

“You’re bossy.”

“And you sound like an idiot right now.”

They’re silent for the next minute. Zoro twists his head to look out the window, keeping an eye on the empty sea around them. He’s convinced Sanji has nodded off but then-

“You can let go of my hair now.” Sanji mumbles, his words vibrating off Zoro’s thigh.

Zoro jumps, glaring down at his traitorous hand that’s still gripping Sanji’s hair like a dumbbell.

“Shit, sorry.” He drops the hair, brushing the strands down.

Sanji lets out a low hum at the gesture, surprising them both. Zoro notes how his shoulders drop, his hands unfurl from fists and instead are brought to curl under his chin, as though he’s trying to get comfortable.

So, Zoro doesn’t stop. He pointedly looks back to the window, his cheeks dusted with a light pink that Sanji would have a field day over if he was to look up right now. His fingers card through the long strands, startled to find shorter spikier parts down the Cook’s neck. His nails scratch across skin and Zoro is sure Sanji is going to find some second wind and break his hand with a kick, but it never comes.

He knows the Cook hasn’t fallen asleep. He can tell by the irregularities in his breathing, the way he keeps shifting his weight, the tension that Zoro could cut with one of his swords if he was to try. Zoro has no idea what’s going on in the other’s mind, but he can feel it humming with words, like a frenzied beehive. Just as Zoro is about to lose his patience and threaten to knock Sanji out to get him to sleep, the curly browed idiot breaks the silence.

“Thanks, Zoro.”

What the hell does that mean?

“Whatever.”

Eventually Sanji does pass out. Zoro lets out a long breath he’d been holding back, desperate for a drink but realising he’s not going to be able to get up for anything for the next few hours. He’s still brushing through Sanji’s hair, stupidly mesmerized by how soft it is, how it falls like silk through his fingertips. It’s too intimate for them, Zoro knows this, but he thinks of how stressed Sanji had looked earlier when he was alone in the galley, how small he’d seemed in his arms. A shadow of the man Zoro fought side by side with.

Zoro isn’t someone that’s good at comforting people. He’d never liked being comforted; he’d loathed anyone who had tried to pity him after Kuina, or treated him differently for months because of it. He was always at a loss when someone cried in front of him, glad that in recent times the crew were always there to react instead of him.

But this is Sanji.

Zoro doesn’t know what that excuse means. Why his mind fills in the answer to what the fuck am I doing with it’s Sanji, but it does.

So, Zoro plays with his hair. He swallows hard when a hand snakes its way under his thigh like it’s a damn pillow and he doesn’t move it. He even closes the one open window he was enjoying the breeze from just because the idiot shivers once.

Zoro doesn’t even know why Sanji is upset.

It doesn’t matter.

No ships attack in the night.

Most of the crew sleep soundly, recovering in their beds. Tomorrow, Sanji and Zoro won’t bring any of this up. They’ll argue and fight as normal and no one will know what transpired.

But Zoro will know how soft Sanji’s hair is. He’ll know the Cook likes it being played with. He’ll remember the weight of Sanji’s head on his lap and the weight in his chest that lifted just watching Sanji drift off.

Sanji will be rested. He’ll forgive himself, and he’ll get back to his usual routine. He’ll panic about what happened for weeks after, burning with shame and tip toeing around Zoro until the Swordsman pisses him off enough that the awkwardness disappears completely, and he’ll remember to.

He’ll remember what it was like to be forcefully cared for. To have someone argue through his self-sacrificing bullshit and demand he do what’s best for him. To have someone watch over him when all he wanted was to be left alone.

Next time, they’ll both remember.

#sanji #zosan #roronoa zoro #one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan fanfic #fanfic #one piece #zoro #vinsmoke sanji #fluff #zosan fluff #light angst #Sanji blaming himself #zoro is gay #Zoro is worried #Sick crew

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inoreuct · 1 year ago

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I've been lurking in the Zosan tag and I'm super in love with the snippets you've been posting! For a prompt, I really enjoy them being soft and taking care of each other after fights? Also love outsider POV if that seems fun to you.

wahshdhdhhs THANK YOU 😭 i’m having so much fun writing them and i had fun writing THIS :)) made it short and sweet and mostly from nami’s pov; soft but also they bicker because. when do they not. enjoy!

Nami huffed as she made her way to the galley, peckish after the battle. Sanji was probably there, but loathe as she was to admit it she’d feel a little bad to ask him to make something; that fight had taken a lot out of all of them, and she’d gotten off easy— The last she’d seen him he’d been wrapping his forearms with his shirt and trying to staunch the bleeding from several wicked slashes.

The door was cracked open when she got there. Strange. Sanji was meticulous about keeping it shut to keep Luffy out, but she supposed if he was to be lax at any time, it would be when he was injured.

That was, until she heard the voices.

“Stop moving, shithead!”

“I’m not moving! The fuck are you—”

She peeked through into the kitchen and almost stopped breathing, hunger forgotten, fatigue banished, grin growing by the second.

“If you don’t stop fucking fidgeting it’s gonna leave a scar,” Zoro warned, tugging Sanji’s hand forward again and rolling his eyes at the cook’s dramatic sigh.

Sanji was perched on the dining table, one arm outstretched as Zoro shoved a needle threaded with fishing line through his skin. He tried to hide his wince at a particularly tender spot, shoulders jumping before they settled at Zoro’s soft sound of apology. Nami took a note at the back of her mind to get Luffy to befriend more doctors.

Still, looking at the arm that Zoro had already finished, the stitches were neater than Zoro would have done on himself; she’d seen the scars that he’d gotten from sewing himself up. They didn’t look like they’d had half this much care put into them.

“You’re lucky they aren’t that deep. The hell’d you go and do this for, shitty cook? You need your hands,” the swordsman mumbled, brows furrowing and actually sounding a little confused, and Nami simultaneously felt sorry for him and like she wanted to clobber the big idiot upside the head.

“Ah, you know me,” Sanji sighed, slouching to the side dramatically but keeping his arm still. “Always the martyr—” Zoro levelled him with an unimpressed stare, cutting a stitch with a dry snip, and he faltered. “Well, I— I don’t know, marimo.” He shrugged, swallowing. His eyes were staring at something on the table. “I saw you there and just moved.”

Nami gathered her context clues and had to stop herself from pumping her fists. It was finally happening. The two idiots had been dancing around each other for ages; She and Usopp had a running bet on who would get their shit together first, but hell, at this point she didn’t even care who won.

Zoro sighed heavily, short and sharp, pushing Sanji’s skin together to finish off the last stitch. “Just— Don’t do it again.”

“The hell do you mean don’t do it again, you ingrate?!” Sanji squawked, outraged and hissing through his teeth when the fishing line was tightened. “I saved your life!”

“I would’ve been fine!”

“You would’ve been hurt—”

Zoro tossed the scissors and needle aside, brandishing a roll of gauze in Sanji’s face. “And what if you couldn’t cook anymore?!”

“Well maybe, just maybe—” The cook snatched the gauze, gripping it in his fist with his eyes ablaze, “Really think about this, now— I care more about you than that, you moss-brained oaf.” He took a measured inhale, jaw working as he looked away. Nami was about to do a victory lap around the deck. “Good God, how long is it gonna take to get it through your thick skull…”

“Curly-brow.”

Sanji remained resolute, face turned to the side even as Zoro stepped closer.

“Oi, cook.”

He wound the gauze between his fingers, looking down.

“Sanji,” Zoro murmured. “Baby. Come here.”

Nami clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide as coins. This was a thing. They were already a thing. Oh, Usopp was absolutely going to lose his shit.

Sanji swallowed, unable to escape when Zoro had callused hands on his knees and was dipping down to nose at his cheek. “First you want me to stop moving, now you want me to—” He cut off when Zoro kissed him, simple and sweet, thumb rubbing circles over his kneecap. “…Mm. Right, yes, I suppose that’s… a valid reason.”

“Thank you.” Zoro set his jaw, looking up at Sanji earnestly. “I mean it, curls. I know how much cooking means to you. And you said...”

Nami watched as Sanji’s face softened, his hand coming up to cup the side of Zoro’s face. “Of course, mon chou.”

The swordsman chuckled low in his chest. “Did you just call me a cabbage?”

“Wh— No.”

“Yes, you did.”

“How the hell do you know?”

“Our navigator doesn’t just have maps. Found a French dictionary lying around.”

Shit, she’d been wondering where that had gone. Green-haired bastard.

“Said navigator’s been here since five minutes ago.”

Double shit.

Sanji whipped around with a scandalised noise as she gave up the act and stood in the doorway properly. “Nami!”

“I didn’t see anything!” she cackled, just barely sheepish, hands up in a gesture of peace as she turned and hightailed it out of there. The smart thing to do would be to blackmail the shit out of Zoro—

But she thought of how gently they’d treated each other, the looks in their eyes, and sighed. She’d let them have this.

(But getting her to admit that they were good for each other or that she was happy for them would be harder than pulling teeth, she’d make sure of that.) *

“Go get me a wet cloth, darling, there’s blood in your hair.”

“You think she’ll snitch?” Zoro asked, running the tap over a clean dishcloth and wringing it out before walking back.

Sanji hummed, non-committal and slightly amused. “Would you mind if she did?” he asked lightly, seemingly unbothered as he wiped at the red drying tacky in Zoro’s hairline from where he’d been whacked over the head.

The swordsman laughed under his breath. He could feel the tension in Sanji from the way he was sitting, spine too straight as he wrapped his arms around the cook’s waist, hipbones pressed into the table’s edge between his thighs. “…Not really, no.”

“Nothing to worry about, then,” Sanji said, cool and composed, but this time he didn’t bother hiding the relief in his smile. “Now.” He pursed his lips, scrubbing the rest of the blood out of Zoro’s eyebrow. “To the showers with you, and then bed.”

Zoro held up the gauze. “Still gotta wrap your stitches.”

Sanji rolled his eyes again, the corners crinkling as he smiled. “Fine. Wrap, shower, bed.”

“Mm,” Zoro hummed, pulling him close and leaning up for one last kiss. “Perfect.”

fin.

#zosan #zosan fanfic #one piece zosan #zoro x sanji #THEY’RE RIDICULOUSLY IN LOVE #chopper and the others aren’t here yet so. zoro’s playing doctor #they drive me inSANE #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #one piece #op zosan #ask box #ino’s ask box

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dfortrafalgar · 6 months ago

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Envious

Law x OC

Law is caught red-handed being jealous over someone who isn't even his... yet.

A/N- i wrote this a few months ago specifically for my own OC! I attached a cringe reference pic of her at the bottom of this fic, and me being my own worst critic, i really need to redraw her better at some point LOL. crazy how much you can change after only a few months, but i digress. I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to work on requests, so in the meantime I'm going to go back to posting some things that have been sitting in my google docs not yet published to here. thank you all for your patience!!!

Law was a calm man. He was a level-headed man. He thought before he spoke, meticulously planning every moment of his life down to the most minute details. He was stone-faced, unmoving, unwavering.

And yet, he sat at the table in the Polar Tang’s galley, a coffee mug gripped so hard in his hands his knuckles were white, as his sharp, golden eyes stared across the room from him. His jaw was clenched as tight as a vice.

“Captain, what in the world is your problem?” Across the table with a newspaper in his hands, was Penguin, who had finally taken notice of Law’s threatening aura in front of him. Law didn’t respond to the question, instead continuing to stare daggers at whatever was in his direct line of sight. Penguin placed the paper down, turning his head over his shoulder to follow Law’s vision.

In the common area directly across from the galley sat Bepo on the floor, rolled onto his side, mouth wide open as snores exited his nostrils at a rhythmic pace. Nuzzled up impossibly close to the large polar bear was Ruža, boiler suit zipped down to her waist, sleeves tied around her hips as she instead used Bepo’s ample amount of fur as a space warmer. Her long hair was tied into a tight bun. She was sprawled out along Bepo’s belly, head resting under the bear’s chin, a content smile on her face as she dozed off within her crewmate’s comfortable heat.

Penguin turned back around to face Law, a devilish smirk crawling across his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous. And of Bepo out of everyone!”

“Will you keep your voice down?” Law quipped back, voice hushed, yet harsh.

His mate laughed at his captain’s behavior. “Never took you for the possessive type.”

“I’m not possessive,” Law grumbled, finally releasing the death grip he had on his mug and instead using his hand to pull the brim of his hat downward, covering his eyes.

A hard thump resounded next to him as the bench of the table rattled. “You sleep on Bepo all the time, and so does the rest of the crew. Why is it a problem when Ruža does it?” The new voice, Shachi, followed his statement by taking a generous bite out of the bread he had retrieved from the kitchen.

Penguin responded for Law. “He wants to be the one on top of Ru–”

Law’s motions were quicker than lightning, reaching across the table, grabbing the discarded newspaper in his fist, and whacking Penguin over the head with it to shut him up. The two men burst into a cacophony of laughter. They both knew better than anyone that Law meant absolutely no harm with his actions, he just had difficulty expressing his emotions. Extreme difficulty, at that. The laughter from Shachi and Penguin was enough to wake the mink across the room and the girl sleeping against his fluffy chest. Bepo yawned, forgetting about Ruža draped underneath him and sat up, causing her to startle awake.

“What’s all the noise for? I was having a good dream,” Bepo uttered, sleep still heavy on his tongue.

Beside him, Ruža sat up, stifling her own massive yawn. She awkwardly got to her feet, unwrapping her sleeves from around her hips and re-buttoning her boiler suit. She turned to face the three in the galley across the room from them, smiling at the sight of Shachi and Penguin covering their mouths in vain attempts to smother their laughter as Law sat hunched over, both hands now gripping his fluffy hat, pushing it so far down his face that the entire upper half was obscured, leaving just his clenched lips visible.

The woman turned to Bepo, helping the animal off the floor. “Thank you for the wonderful nap, Bepo!” She turned on her heel to exit the galley, refreshed and ready to continue her tasks for the day.

Bepo finally approached the table, plopping himself down next to Penguin who was wiping tears from his obscured eyes. “Seriously, why are you guys laughing?”

“Captain was jealous of you,” Shachi said, his mouth curled into a wide grin. “Because Ruža was napping with you.”

“Aw, Captain, you should just tell her you want to nap with her! I’m sure she’d say yes, she just likes to nap on me because I’m so fluffy and you’re so boney,” Bepo casually spurted, innocent beady eyes matching well with the wide, toothy smile on his muzzle. Penguin almost spit his coffee out at the backhanded comment.

Law groaned, his head dropping into his arms, hat being shoved off his head. “Thanks for the encouragement, Bepo.”

Shachi nonchalantly rubbed his captain’s back. “There, there, big guy, it’s alright.”

“Uhm…”

A new voice alerted the four friends toward the opposite doorway to the galley. The masked helmsman, Hakugan, awkwardly stood in the entranceway, using his upper body to hold the heavy steel door open. “Captain, you’re needed in the bridge for a quick maintenance check. Sorry if I’m… interrupting something.”

Law was on his feet, hat situated back on his head faster than the speed of light. His hand grabbed his sword that was left leaning against the wall, leaving his half-empty coffee mug completely abandoned as he followed Hakugan out of the galley.

His three friends watched him go, knowing smiles on their faces.

“He’s totally in love with her,” Penguin sighed, dreamily.

“Why won’t he say anything, though?” Bepo’s question was innocuous enough.

“You know how bad he is with feelings. He’d rather die than be vulnerable with anyone,” Shachi responded, dropping his chin into his hand.

The conversation quickly dissipated, and the three finished their drinks and food before scattering for their own afternoon work.

—

A few days had passed since Law got called possessive. Jealous.

The raven-haired man was staring at himself in the mirror of the crew washroom, hands clutching the sides of the metal sink as he gazed into his own face. He wasn’t jealous. How could he be jealous of his best friend? Everyone loved cuddling with Bepo, how couldn’t you? Law wasn’t jealous. He didn’t own Ruža, no one did, and he’d rather swallow hot coals than ever make her feel like she was stuck in that situation again. He wasn��t jealous. He wasn’t–

“Captain?”

Law jolted. In the mirror’s reflection, the person he wanted to see the least was behind him, leaning against the open door. Ruža’s eyebrows were furrowed with concern, blue eyes shooting daggers into his back.

“Ruža, sorry, I’ll get out of your way.” Law quickly grabbed his hat from the countertop beside him, turning around to attempt to get out of the room as quickly as he possibly could, sans using his devil fruit (he didn’t want to look that pathetic).

“Are you alright, Law?” Ruža gently grabbed at the sleeve of his coat as he passed her. “You look feverish.”

Law couldn’t bear to bring his eyes to meet her bright ones. His heart was hammering so wildly behind his ribcage that he was scared it might give out.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he muttered blankly, staring off into nothing. He bit down the disappointment that he felt as Ruža’s hand fell from its grip on his clothing.

“Okay…” she replied, though clearly unconvinced. “Let us know if you need any help with anything.” She finally entered the washroom after him, going straight to the medicine cabinet to grab her toothbrush.

With her back to him, Law silently turned his head toward her. His eyes landed on the tattoo still imprinted at the base of her neck, exposed by her tied-up hair, his saliva catching in his throat. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel trapped in this steel submarine she now called home, trapped with him. She needed to be free.

But the smell of her shampoo lingering in the air after she passed him was making it very difficult for him to come to his senses, as not only himself, but as a captain. Ducking his head, he finally took long strides away from the washroom.

—

“Ikkaku, have you noticed something wrong with Law lately?” Ruža was hanging up her boiler suit on a hook on the wall, shedding her clothes from the day for something much more comfortable.

Behind her, Ikkaku was changing into her own loungewear, tight, curly hair tied into two buns. The two being the only women on the crew meant that they had the privilege of their own bunkroom, away from the 20-something other men that they lived with. Ruža joining the crew made Ikkaku elated, excited to have not only a roommate, but a new girlfriend at that. And the two of them sharing the privacy of their own room meant their more personal discussions stayed far away from the prying eyes of their crass male crewmates.

“Now that you mention it, he’s seemed pretty uptight lately,” Ikkaku murmured, wiping her face down with a damp cloth.

“I feel like I did something to make him upset, earlier I saw him in the washroom and he wouldn’t even look at me.” Ruža’s voice was laced with discomfort, clearly sullen about the events from earlier in the day.

“What could you even have done?” Ikkaku asked, finally turning to face her friend. The curly-haired woman already knew about the deep crush Ruža had on their stone-faced captain, being her only confidant in her emotional turmoil. “You’ve never said or done anything bad to him before.”

“That’s what I’m wondering about!” Ruža responded with an exasperated huff. “He’s impossible to read, and he never tells anyone what he’s thinking, so if I did do something to upset him he won’t tell me no matter how hard I pry.”

Ikkaku flopped face first into her mattress, rolling onto her side and watching as Ruža pulled a baggy shirt over her head. “When did he start acting so off?”

“Uhm… a few days ago I think.” The redhead sat on her own bed, falling onto her back and gazing dimly at the metallic ceiling above her.

“Did anything happen then?”

It took the blue-eyed woman a few minutes to think about the previous day’s events. “I took a nap with Bepo in the common room a few days ago, and Shachi, Penguin, and Law were having a conversation that woke us up, and that’s when he started acting weird, I think.”

Ikkaku pondered intensely over her friend’s words. Shachi and Penguin having a laugh at Law’s expense was nothing short of common on the Polar Tang, the two of them being Law’s closest friends but also his greatest annoyance.

Ruža’s voice piped up again. “Maybe it was because I was napping during the day?”

“No, that can’t be it, Law naps on Bepo all the time so he’d be a hypocrite for getting mad at you over that,” Ikkaku responded.

“Maybe he wanted to nap with Bepo and I was in the way,” offered the red-head.

A light bulb suddenly flicked on within Ikkaku’s skull. She sat up on her bed with a start, making Ruža jump in surprise. Wide, brown eyes trained on startled blue ones.

“Maybe he was jealous that you were resting with Bepo and not him.”

It took Ruža a few moments to process her crewmate’s words. “No, that can’t be it.”

“Why not?”

“Because he doesn’t like me that way! I’m a crew member, a subordinate. I’m nowhere close to his rank, and even then that’d be pushing his duty as a captain.” Ruža was immediately on the defensive with a tight frown. “As much as I want that to be the case, there’s no way that can be it.”

Ikkaku grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Who says? Law’s not the kind of guy to keep himself above everyone, we’re all equal in this tin can. Penguin and Shachi make out in the supply closet all the time and no one bats an eye.”

“Penguin and Shachi have been making out in supply closets since they were teenagers. Their scenario is different.” Ruža sat herself up now, leaning back on her hands. After a few tense moments, she released a pent-up exhale. “I really want Law to like me the way I like him, but it’s wishful thinking. He’s not that kind of guy, and he definitely doesn’t seem like the kind of person to get jealous.”

Ikkaku hummed. “I don’t know, I have an inkling. But, I don’t know him as well as Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin do, so I feel like if you really want an answer, you’ll have to go through them. Even if it’s not some cute lovey-dovey romance situation, they might at least be able to help you figure out what you did wrong, if anything.”

Ruža glanced off to the side. “You’re right, probably.”

“Probably?!” Ikkaku gasped, feigning offense. “I’m always right!”

This got Ruža to finally crack a tired smile, a breathy laugh leaving her lungs. “Okay, yeah, you’re always right.”

Their conversations continued until the lights went out. Instead of sleeping, however, Ruža was laid on her back, staring blankly at the dark ceiling above her head. Her lips quivered nervously.

—

“Shachi,” a hushed whisper alerted the ginger man’s attention from his porthole washing. He turned his head left, then right, searching for the source of the noise. “Behind you, dummy,” the voice came again, from behind him. He finally turned around, spotting the nervous expression of Ruža peeking from around the corridor.

“Why are you acting like you’re spying? Just get over here!” Shachi beckoned her over, and she complied without a word, slowly ambling her way over to where her older crewmate was working. “Is everything alright? Your eye bags look like they’re about to go on a longhaul trip.”

“I wanted to ask you something,” she replied, voice small. She knew her eye bags were atrocious, she didn’t get a lick of sleep the night previous.

Shachi nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“Did I do something to upset Law?”

“Huh?”

Ruža paused, staring at the tinted shades that constantly covered the man’s eyes. “What do you mean ‘huh’? He hasn’t wanted to make eye contact with me in like a week now. I want to know what I did wrong and figured you might know… you or Penguin.”

Shachi pinched the bridge of his crooked nose in between his fingers. “Law is such an idiot, I swear.” He dropped his hand, planting it firmly on his crewmate’s stiff shoulder. “He’s not mad at you, I promise.”

“Then why is he acting like this?”

“Because he’s stupid and doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings. He was jealous that you were napping with Bepo last week.”

Shachi’s words made the neurons in Ruža’s brain brown out. Her jaw was slack, staring blankly at the man in front of her. Ikkaku was right on the money. She was always right.

“If you’re gonna get anything out of him, you have to corner him like a cat and force him to talk. How else do you think he managed that alliance with Straw Hat? That kid forced Law around against his will and in the end everything worked out.” Shachi smirked.

“I’m not gonna drag him around like a dog,” Ruža muttered, hiding her flushed face in her hands. “But… I want to try to talk to him. I got no sleep last night because of this. Clearly.”

Shachi patted the woman’s shoulder a few extra times before finally releasing his supporting grip on her. “Let me know if you need anything else, alright? You got this.” He flashed her a toothy grin.

Finally having a few answers, Ruža felt her shoulders relax, a relieved smile on her face. “Thank you, Shachi, you’re the best.”

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The day dragged on slower than a ship on the Calm Belt, and no one had seen Law for the entire duration. Not at breakfast, snack time, or dinner. Someone claimed they saw the man make a mad dash from his office to the galley for food, but no one could back up that claim. He was like a cryptid among his own crew.

Regardless, that evening, Ruža stood face-to-face with the hand-painted plastic sign that he kept hung up on the heavy metal door to his office.

DO NOT ENTER. I AM WORKING.

‘Obviously,’ thought the woman with a frown.

With a trembling hand, she reached up and knocked three times on the door, cringing at the way the heavy sound screeched through the desolate hallway of the submarine. She waited a few moments in deafening silence. No answer. Her hand faltered, but she knocked again, louder this time.

“Read the sign,” yelled a clearly agitated voice from within the closed off room.

“I can read just fine, Captain,” Ruža responded, surprising herself with the sass on her tongue.

More uncomfortable silence followed, before the sound of a screeching chair could be heard. Slow footsteps approached the steel door, and Ruža backed up apprehensively, heart beating wildly as she anticipated the door opening. It did, a tiny crack, allowing the glaring light from the hallway to shine off of Law’s weary face. His eye bags were worse than her’s, and his hair clearly hadn’t been washed in some time.

He stared at the woman outside of his door for a few agonizing moments before simply saying, “Yeah?”

Ruža pursed her lips. “I wanted to talk to you. It’s imperative.” Law didn’t need to know that she had been practicing that last word in the mirror for the better part of 20 minutes. Instead, she kept her shoulders back, chin held high, attempting to assert herself in front of her brooding captain who she was madly, desperately, incredibly in love with. She was failing miserably.

Law looked past the way her lips quivered and her arms trembled at her sides, as well as her own sleepless appearance. He silently opened the door to his office a bit wider, inviting her inside. Her apprehensive steps followed him, and she closed the door behind her, standing against it as she watched her captain meander back to his desk, plopping himself in his chair before leaning forward to rest his head in his hands.

“I want to hear from you why you’ve been ignoring me.” Ruža tried to suppress the way her voice trembled on its journey into the air. “I have my suspicions, but I want to hear it from you.”

Law bowed his head, the shadow from his bangs concealing his eyes from her vision. “What are your suspicions?”

Ruža was very quickly growing impatient, not helped by her lack of proper sleep. “That you were jealous that I was napping with Bepo. Shachi told me, but if that’s the case, I want to hear the truth from you, no one else.”

Law was worried that the sound of his hammering heart beat would be audible from across his office. His own fingers were trembling with nerves, he never in a million years thought he would ever be in a situation like this one. He did everything possible in his attempts to close himself out from intimate, personal connections, losing one too many people for his liking. And yet, a woman stood before him (well, behind him), who held his weary heart in a grip so warm and caring that he almost didn’t want it back.

The red-haired woman waited patiently for her captain to respond.

“Yeah,” was all he was able to breathlessly mutter.

Ruža waited for him to continue.

“I was jealous. But I shouldn’t have been.”

“And why were you jealous?” she demanded. “The entire crew loves napping with Bepo. Tell me why it’s different when I do it.”

Now it was Law’s turn to grow progressively more agitated. His teeth clenched within his closed mouth. “Do I really have to say it?”

“If it’s really this hard for you, then you don’t have to bother. I’m just tired of you acting like I don’t even exist. We’re in a damn submarine, it’s a bit hard not to feel ignored.” Ruža’s voice had softened only slightly. She was aware of her captain’s emotional issues, she knew bits and pieces of why he held everyone at three arms lengths away from him. She knew that the tattoo she had forcibly inked on the back of her neck was a disturbing sight for him, just as it was a painful scar for her.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Law finally leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes, tossing his head back, breathing shallowly through his nose. “I know it was immature of me to treat you like that, Ruža, I’m sorry.” He rotated his head only slightly to glance towards the woman at his door, gazing at her with golden eyes that were filled with an unspoken agony.

“It’s okay,” was all she said back.

An idea popped into Law’s anxiety-ridden mind. He slowly pulled open one of the messy drawers of his desk, procuring a wrinkled blank piece of paper. Pulling a pen from a cup on his desk, he pulled the cap off and started scribbling frantically onto the paper. In his head, the vision of Corazon writing on slips of paper to communicate while he was pretending to be mute flashed through his vision. If Law couldn’t muster up the courage to vocalize the three little words bouncing aimlessly through his skull, then he’d just write them down.

The scratching of pen against paper finally ceased, and Law stood, keeping his head low as he passed the paper underside-up toward Ruža, who carefully took it from his hand. Flipping it around, she began to scan the words sloppily written on the front.

Ruža clenched the paper within her shaky fingers. The words she herself had been afraid to say were written at the top. I love you.

The silence was palpable, so thick you couldn’t even slice a sword through it. Shockingly, however, a light, airly laugh infiltrated the space. Ruža’s face was flushed a bright, rosy red, and her mouth was twisted into a nervous, childlike grin as she tried with all her might to keep down the nervous laughs that were forming in her chest. She couldn’t help it, small giggles escaping her lips as her shoulders shuddered with the effort of keeping them in. Law picked his head up, staring with a mixture of shock and bewilderment. He poured his heart out onto a piece of paper, and she was laughing at him.

“I’m not laughing at you, Law,” she finally managed to say. “I love you.”

The formidable captain of the Heart Pirates, one of the most wanted men in the world, nervously swallowed the glob of spit that had formed in the back of his throat. “You… you do?”

“Yeah.” Her response mirrored his curt words from the short minutes prior. “I was so scared that I did something to upset you.”

“God, no, you could never,” Law replied, breathlessly. He felt 100 pounds lighter, like he could float away on the slightest breeze. The three words that had cursed him for almost 20 years of his life now held a new weight to them. A new, liberated weight.

The woman in front of him, with a nervous, giddy smile dancing across her lips, eyes closed tightly with the force of her infectious smile, held his heart so tightly in her grasp and she didn’t even know it. Not yet, at least. That would come with time.

Ruža broke the silence. “Can I please hug you?”

Law felt the corners of his own mouth twitch upwards. “Of course.”

The red-head closed the distance within a few short steps, hiding her face within Law’s chest, still giggling like a child over the sudden revelation. She kept the paper held firmly in her hand as she wrapped her arms around his torso. Law’s scruffy chin found its perch on the crown of her head, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils and clouding his mind with a bliss he had never experienced before. He couldn’t fight his smile any more, letting it consume him, the same way he accepted the way his heart beat uncontrollably within Ruža’s presence.

“I’m sorry I’m laughing, I can’t help it,” she mumbled, the sound muffled by her face squished in the fabric of his sweatshirt.

His hands found their place around her shoulders, his left hand involuntarily coming up to rest on the back of her neck, covering her tattoo with his own inked hand. “It’s okay,” he responded, his words quiet and soft. “This is all new to me.”

“It’s new to me, too.”

The two stood in the same position for what felt like hours before Ruža finally (though regrettably) backed away slightly. Law’s hands slipped off her shoulders, but his fingers gingerly brushed along her tattoo.

“We don’t have to do anything about this if you don’t want to. I know with you being the captain and everything makes this kind of weird.” Ruža’s eyebrows angled in a way that made her appear almost sad at a reality that hadn’t even happened yet.

It took Law a few moments to really form his response. “No, I… I think I want to try. I don’t know what to do, though.”

“Me neither.”

Now it was Law’s turn to laugh. “We’re fucking hopeless.”

“Tell me about it.”

Ruža gazed longingly at the paper she still held in her hands, eyes repeatedly glossing over the three words at the top. Law could get used to the way her bright eyes softened, as if not believing that what she was reading was the truth. In the back of her mind, the reason she had even shown up to his office in the first place pushed itself back to the forefront.

“So about you being jealous…”

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straw-hat-nakama-22 · 1 month ago

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Snipits from fics I'll never finish. Part 2!

“Cook. Would you join me?” Robin invited him to sit across from her in the galley.

Sanji was caught between tripping over himself to get to the bench, and wondering if this was some kind of trap. Which was ridiculous because this was Robin not Reiju and she wouldn’t hurt him but he felt like she should because he deserved it-

He sat cautiously and Robin’s pleasant expression, carefully arranged as it always was, became a little tighter at the edges.

“Is there anything I can get for you? I can warm up some hot chocolate in no time at all? Or if you’re craving something savory-”

“Sanji.” Sanji’s jaw snapped shut and his head ducked. He’d flinched involuntarily. “Would you look at me please?” She tilted her head to try and catch his eye. He peaked up at her and Robin frowned at the dark circle under his eye. “You’re not sleeping.”

Sanji's shoulders dropped slightly, like he was relieved.

“I’m getting as much as I need. Thank you for your concern, but it’s not something you need to worry about.”

“You mean that you’re not worth worrying about.”

Sanji looked stunned.

“What?”

“That is what you mean, isn’t it? That you’re not worthy of my concern or attention or care.”

“As far as I’ve noticed this is the first time I’ve been offered any of that since I got back.” He snapped. Then, immediately dropped his head into one hand. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You did say it and I’m glad. You’re right. None of us, myself included, have been treating you as we did before. We don’t understand. I was, hurt, when you left.”

Sanji’s head shot up.

“Robin...”

“I wondered, rather self-centeredly, if I had done something to drive you away. You fought the world government to get me back once, and half a dozen times since to keep me. And then you were gone. No real explanation, just the promise to come back after you’d taken care of whatever was more important than us. It sounds rather petty to say out loud, but I believe everyone on the crew, sans Luffy and Jimbe feel the same way. After some time and thought, Usopp has decided that the woman you ran off with was secretly a Marine spy who then tried to capture you. Zoro just thinks she was already married. Franky is of the opinion that her father was a warlord of the sea, or someone equally as powerful. I have a different theory.”

Sanji leaned back on the bench. If Robin had taken time to think this through, she was going to be right. There was no fighting it, no hiding it, no point in denying it. There was only waiting to be put out of your misery. She knew he’d been a coward and a weakling and always had been.

Robin stood from her side of the bench and sat next to him. Softly, eyes never moving from the aquarium across from them both.

“When you faced CP9, it was the second most terrifying time of my life. Even just the words, buster call... I didn’t want them anywhere near you. Everytime I considered leaving, letting you save me, I saw you all burning. The words, the words wouldn’t even come to my lips. Instead, I’d spew whatever lie I thought would force you to leave me alone. A lie you’d believe. So I wondered, what lie you might tell and why. After careful consideration of your character I came to my conclusion.” Robin looked at him and slipped her hand over his own clenched, trembling fist. She whispered, brows pinched, “You must have been so afraid. I’m so sorry, for not noticing sooner.”

Sanji bit his lip to fight back tears. He’d cried enough. He’d cried too much. He didn’t want to cry in front of Robin. He felt like he needed to say something, but he didn’t know what would come out if he opened his mouth right now. Instead he took Robin’s hand and several long, deep breaths. Once his lungs stopped burning he chanced to mutter.

“I can’t sleep. Not yet.”

Robin nodded in understanding.

“Alright. Can you eat?”

Sanji looked at her with shock, horror, confusion, and guilt all at the same time. It would be amusing in another situation. Not this one.

“I, I eat.”

“A full portion, with us, at the table.”

“They don’t, they don’t want me there, Robin.”

“Even if that’s true, I seem to remember you telling me that the Captain has final say on matters regarding the crew.” She said it with a little smile in her voice. Maybe that’s why Sanji agreed to give it a go.

“I’ll try.” Robin gave his hand a tight squeeze.

“Thank you.”

Sanji slid out from the bench and started on prep work for the next day. He needed to get pie dough in the fridge chilling if he was going to make Franky’s favorite cherry turnovers for a snack tomorrow afternoon. Plus he’d save time to prep dinner then if he pitted the cherries now. He set about pulling out bowls and ingredients.

He was just about to start the actual work when he realized that Robin had settled into the bench with a thick book in hand and three more on the table. A blanket was draped over her lap.

“Robin?”

“Don’t mind me. It’s a lovely night for reading.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I am.”

“Don’t you want to sleep?”

“Not yet.” She smiled at him softly and Sanji understood. Skipping two nights of sleep was easy for Robin. She would stay up with him for this one. Sanji had been found by a wonderful crew. He didn’t deserve them.

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demonpiratehuntress · 11 months ago

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birthday girl

Kaku x F!Reader

summary - Kaku always frees up his day on your birthday, because he loves to spoil you and treat you

warnings - none, but in this fic Kaku and the others are just shipwrights at Galley-La and Khalifa is just Iceberg's secretary.

a/n - my birthday is tomorrow so this is purely self-indulgent, i'm sorry <3

Kaku was a workaholic. He enjoyed what he did, so it wasn't often that he took off work for a day. But today was different, because for him today was special.

It was your birthday.

You woke up to a smell that was heaven on earth, and immediately your stomach grumbled. You blushed in embarrassment, even though there was no one in the room to be embarrassed in front of, and quickly got out of bed because you knew that smell could only mean one thing.

Kaku was home.

"Hi, handsome," you greeted with a warm smile as you wrapped your arms around his bare torso. "I see you dressed to impress."

He laughed, clad in only a pair of sweatpants, no shirt, "I know how much you love it when I cook like this, my love. Besides, this was the first surprise of the day for my sweet birthday girl."

"You took off work to stay home with me?" You smiled even more. Kaku was incredibly sweet. You kissed his cheek as he hummed.

"Mhm, but Paulie and Lucci want us to swing by Dock 1 later on so they can wish you," he turned to give you one of his sweet, gentle smiles before pecking your lips.

"That's sweet of them. But you don't plan on staying home all day, do you?" You laughed, guessing he must have planned everything out already.

"Nope," he grinned at you, before turning the stove off. "I have lots of special things planned for my special girlfriend."

You smiled even more as the two of you sat down to eat, blushing as always when you saw that he had made your favourite. You kissed him deeply before he could start eating, showing your appreciation for this gesture and for him because words were failing you.

"I love you," you pulled back and murmured breathlessly.

"I love you too," he didn't hesitate, his eyes bright as they settled on you.

Kaku did indeed have several things planned for you both to do. He knew you liked long, romantic rides on the yagaras around Water 7, so he had found the longest, most scenic route and taken you along it. Then he took you to several shops and purchased anything you so much as looked at, because he wanted to spoil you today. You ended up with an entire new outfit, complete with shoes and accessories.

"You didn't have to buy so much," you giggled as you came out of the last store. "I would have been happy with just the skirt."

"I know," he smiled innocently, "I wanted to get you all of this."

He didn't let you protest, because he swept you away to Dock 1 so that the others could bombard you with wishes and greetings and in Paulie's case, a bone-crushing hug. Kaku had to peel him off you, and you laughed as you said Khalifa's signature phrase, "Sexual harassment," and watched the colour drain from his face.

Then Kaku took you somewhere nice to eat, and the whole time just gazed at you lovingly as you thanked him for such a great day and described how much you love him.

"You're so beautiful," Kaku interrupted your little speech, his eyes twinkling with admiration, awe and love. "You're so beautiful."

Your cheeks burned, "You say that all the time."

"Because it's true."

He took your hands in his and kissed them, not taking his eyes off you, "You're the most beautiful, incredible woman on this planet and I feel very fortunate to be your boyfriend. I just hope one day you'll let me be your husband." He handed you small, handcrafted wooden ship.

Your eyes widened at his words, before settling on the ship, "What's this?"

"Another gift," he smiled, that silly little smile you loved so much.

"Kaku, you already-"

"Stop protesting," he chuckled, "Just open it."

"How?"

"That's for you to find out, my love."

You studied the ship, looking for a hidden compartment. If the cute little ship wasn't the gift, then what was? You found out soon enough, when your thumb brushed against a spot that seemed a bit loose. When you pressed it, a small drawer opened and revealed a beautiful silver ring with intricate carvings of your favourite flower.

"Kaku-" You felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs.

"It's not a proposal yet," he blushed, "Because I know you're not ready, so it's a promise ring. As soon as you're ready, I'm going to marry you."

You teared up, "It's so beautiful."

It was such a thoughtful thing to give and his words were even sweeter, making your heartbeat speed up. You were at a loss for words, this was the most amazing gift you had ever gotten, and him saying he planned to marry you when you were ready made you fall in love with him all over again.

"Then you're perfectly matched," he slid the promise ring onto your finger, then brought your hand up to his mouth so he could kiss it.

That evening as you lay in bed, you couldn't help but wonder how you'd gotten so lucky. Then Kaku walked in to join you, but he was holding a small cake with a single candle on it, and you laughed.

"Well, isn't that cute?"

He smirked, "Can't have a birthday without cake."

He settled on the bed next to you, smiling gently as you sat up to face him. He held the cake up gingerly between you two, so he could sing to you softly and you could blow them out afterwards, after making a wish. It was the most intimate, romantic moment of your birthday so far, and you smiled at him lovingly.

"Thank you so much for today, love," you spoke between eating the cut cake. "It meant so much to me, you have no idea."

He just smiled and looked up at you with an icing-covered nose, and you giggled as you wiped it off and watched him eat messily, adoring your goofball boyfriend. He was the cutest when he ate, and in that moment you silently thanked God for giving you such a treasure.

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a/n - not my best work, but here it is. Hopefully my fellow Kaku girls out there still enjoy it :)

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sinsinsininning · 10 months ago

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A little bit softer

Chapter 5

Eustass Kid x crewmate!fem!Reader

TW: some street harassment from an unnamed man, cursing, allusion to prev smut, very brief descriptions of sexual harassment, drinking

A/N: this one was loooooooong, sorry I’ve been struggling with work and I can’t work on this as much as I’d like too

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It was nothing. You thought the moment you woke up.

It was nothing. Over and over in your mind as you rolled out of bed.

It only happened because you were tired. You almost said it out loud while getting dressed, your mumbling earned you a look from House.

Because you couldn’t think of anyone else. You felt like a zombie trudging to the galley for coffee and your daily assignments.

And you couldn’t think of anyone else, because you were tired.

You rubbed your eyes and tried to not think, as Killer greeted you, the coffee still brewing.

The rest of the morning crew were giggling and chatting away, you kinda wanted to shoot one of them out of jealousy. Instead you tucked into the plate of eggs and fruit Killer placed in front of you.

He paused at your tired expression, but went back to cooking. Today would be long, you decided.

It’s my punishment for last night. You shook your head quickly to clear your mind. A few crew mates nudged each other, grinning.

“Hey sunshine,” Hop called out. “You look a little rough, long night?” Quincy giggled, you sent them both a withering glare.

“Maybe if you hadn’t chipped your sword in 5 different spots I wouldn’t have been up all night.” You grouched, she blushed and clammed up. You turned to Quincy. “Stop giggling, how the fuck did you manage to break the bolt on your gun?”

“Hee~ it’s a mystery.” She winked.

“You’re a menace.” You said, stuffing more eggs in your mouth. Killer places a mug of coffee in front of you and clears his throat, gaining everyone’s attention.

“We won’t be docking until a little past noon, if everyone gets their tasks done before that then you can do whatever you want on shore,” He paused for the usual cheers, being morning crew on shore days was the best. Afternoon crew had to do supply runs and maintenance, but at least they got to sleep in. “Now finish eating and I’ll give you an assignment.”

You don’t take your time, hoping to rush through whatever cleaning you have to do and get a nap in before docking. After rinsing your dish and chugging your coffee, you wait in front of Killer.

“You only got two chores today, mopping the hallways and helping Wire with some charting.” Killer pauses for a moment. “After that try to get some close range target practice in before going on shore. Captain wants everyone in top shape.”

You almost groan, charting maps with Wire and sharp shooting practice would easily take the full morning, if not the whole day. Maybe you can get Wire to have mercy on you, doubtful though, he’s way too passionate about maps. Killer dismisses you and you refill your mug before heading out to mop.

The hallways weren’t difficult to mop per se, but they were long and winding, plus there was frequent foot traffic to account for. Too many people walking around leads to slipping, so it was best to mop a section then go back with a towel to dry it then rinse and repeat. Your caffeine buzz gave you a burst of energy and it only took you an hour to get it done.

Now you just had to help Wire and you could nap, though you weren’t sure how you could help with charting it wasn’t your area of expertise.

Still, it was an order from Killer so you met with your tallest crew mate on the deck. There were several crew mates milling about, either working on chores or sparring. Wire was already sitting, pencil moving briskly with a smile on his face.

“You’re literally the cutest,” You said as you sat down. “Seriously I could eat you up.” He looked up at you with his heavy eyes and smiled again.

“Oh sweetie I doubt you have the appetite.” He said demurely, before the both of you burst out with laughter. Wire was easily the biggest flirt on the crew, besides you of course. He took a moment to observe you as you sat, noticing your eye bags and red sclera. “You look like you had a long night. You got a special someone I don’t know about?”

“Ha! Yeah right,” You snort, taking a sip of your now cold coffee. “You’d be the first to know if I had a new beau.”

“Oh I better be.” Part of you worried he’d start making assumptions again, but he spared you instead rifling through some papers.

“So what do you need me for? I’m not exactly a navigator.” You ask, he smiles again.

“True, but charting isn’t just marking a path on a map, it also involves some local intel.”

“Oh? How can I help then?”

“Well you know how Captain has changed course to go to the West Blue yes?”

“Uh- yeah I guess.” You feel an anxious pit in your stomach.

“Well we’re going after a specific crew, have you heard of a Captain Badger?” He asked, pulling out an old faded bounty, the picture was grainy but you’d recognize that face anywhere.

“Ummm.” You grabbed the paper, playing up your pause. “Yeah I think I have.” Wire seemed excited.

“Wonderful! Do you know where he operates out of? Or what his crew name and size is?”

You knew, but getting the words out was difficult. You didn’t think Kid had been serious about going and killer you former captain. Now you’d have to explain you past to everyone, who knows how they’d react. They’d think you were a coward. Or worse they’d pity you.

“Pretty sure he’s got a smaller crew, like less than 20 people. And I uh- I don’t remember his crew name, it was something like Wave or Tide Pirates.” You offer with a sheepish grin and a shrug, Wire tilted his head then started writing again. “Did the Captain say why he was go after him?”

“He said he wants him dead and that’d I’d know more when I need to know more.” Wire grinned. “Which is what he usually says so chances are this guy insulted him once like a year ago and now we’re gonna kill him.” He chuckled, you tried to join in but it sounded watery.

“We-Well if you don’t need anything else-”

“Oh, yes do you know where he operates out of? Does he have a base camp or anything?” Wired asked.

He wishes, you thought wryly.

“Hmmm, I think he stays around Toroa. That’s all I can remember.” You laugh shakily again and dismiss yourself. Wire frowns, he’d rather have you here while he finished the map to answer any other questions. But you seemed so unlike yourself today, he hoped you went and rested a bit.

Part of you wanted to scream, Kid was seriously delaying their journey just to go kill some guy he’s never even met. You laid back down on your bunk, Hip was getting dressed while Emma brushed her hair.

“Morning, Doll.” Emma smiled at you, you grunted out a greeting and pulled the blanket over your head. “Oooff you alright?”

“She got in late last night,” Hip answered for you, fixing her lipstick. “Let her get some sleep before we dock.” She flicked the lights off.

“Hip I could kiss you right now.” You groaned out, grateful to your friend. The two opened the door to leave, Hip poked her head back in.

“You’d ruin my lipstick~” She purred dramatically.

“Tragic, how will I ever recover?” You chuckled dryly, taking the time now to remove your outer clothes before your nap. You ended up in your underwear and a baggy top.

“Have sweet dreams love!” Hip called out, Emma slammed the door shut probably sick of your jokes.

You didn’t sleep deeply, constantly tossing and turning, you tried not to think about Kid or why he was doing all of this. It was so out of nowhere, a month ago you barely even spoke.

Eventually you settle enough to dream of nothing, of course that didn’t last long and soon enough someone was pounding on your bunk door. You jolted awake, worried there was a fight or something, and grabbed one of the many knives off the wall before yanking the door open.

Kid seemed surprised to be on the business end of your knife, you stared at each other for a bit before he started laughing. You flushed and lowered the blade with a muttered apology.

“Shit you’re a fucking sight!” He cackled, leaning against the doorway. His eyes drag up and down your form and you feel like bursting into flame when he gives a low whistle. “What’s with the get up? You trying a new look?”

You slam the door shut and go to put some clothes on, you wouldn’t bother to put clothes on if the ship was under attack. But you didn’t really feel like talking to your captain in your undergarments. At least you’d worn boxers so there was a little bit of coverage.

Kid shoved the door open as you picked up some clothes.

“Oi could’ve broken my nose!”

“Why were you pounding on my door like that?” You asked trying to yank your pants on. “Thought we were under siege or there was a fire!” He laughs again.

“Well nice to know you’re always ready for a fight!” He’s grinning and if you weren’t so embarrassed you’d have found the situation funny too. “Anyways we just docked and you weren’t on deck so I came to grab ya.”

“Thanks, Boss.” She buckle your belt, making sure it sat well on your hips before pulling your tank top on. His eyes were still watching you, you felt warm again. “Sorry, I was sleeping, didn’t hear the call on the comms.” He grinned again.

“Yeah? You were up late last night.” He didn’t say it like a question, but you still answered like it was.

“Yup weapon repair took longer than expected. Didn’t finish until late.” You yank on your boots now, he’s back to leaning on the doorframe.

“I know.” His smile was wide and at that moment you felt exposed again.

“Huh?”

“I was up and saw your dinner still in the fridge.” He shrugged. “Figured you weren’t done yet.” He didn’t reveal more, just in case you suspected it was him outside the showers last night. You feel a little bit better now.

“Yup, like I said. Took a while, I ate eventually before bed.” You kept it short, hopefully you seemed relaxed. Probably not. “You need anything else?”

He frowned at the dismissive tone, but didn’t comment just walked out towards the deck, leaving the door wide open. You sighed, glad he was gone. That conversation could’ve been much worse, you count it as a victory.

Heat popped his head in as you finished getting ready, eyes suspicious.

“You alright? Just saw Kid walk out of here like he was pissed.”

“I’m good, he woke me up from my nap and I kinda held a knife at him.” You tie your hair back away from you face with a grin.

“Woah why’d you threaten him?” He looked impressed.

“He scared me! I thought we were under attack so I was just prepared for an enemy to be at my door!” You laughed while trying to defend yourself. “I’m sure he’s pretty pissed about it. Surprised he didn’t revoke my shore leave.”

“Nah there’s no way he’d be mad at you.” Heat walked with you to the deck. “He’s probably into that typa shit.” You make a face and cover your ears as he opens the door for you, cackling at your blush.

“I don’t need to know your theories, thank you!” The deck is mostly empty, just a few people who are on duty milling about. Killer and Kid are next to the exit, talking together with Wire.

Heat walks with you to the exit, you have no plans at shore but it’s mid afternoon so there’s plenty to do. You pass by Kid without looking at him, hoping to escape without an incident. Wire waves you over and you feel like crying.

“I’ll catch up with you,” You let Heat go on without you. “Let’s meet for drinks in an hour. Same spot as last time, yeah?” He gives you a thumbs up and climbs down. You walk over to the group and nod your greeting, eyes on Wire.

“I was just letting Captain and Killer know, I’ve finished charting our course!” Wire was lit up, lidded eyes shut as he smiled and swayed. “Thank you for the help, by the way.” Kid looked bored and Killer looked….well like Killer.

“Of course, not a problem.” You desperately want to leave right now, but with 3 high ranking crew mates you knew better than to go without being properly dismissed.

“If you remember anything else, let me know! I’m hoping to figure out his crew’s name.” Wire hummed distractedly. “Maybe I can find a more recent bounty with it.”

Killer cocks his head to the side, an exaggerated confusion, while Kid just flat out gapes at you. Your smile is wobbly and you hope they don’t ask you about it. You just didn’t want more people knowing about your old captain, it’d be too much of a hassle.

“I think it may be a good idea for you and Wire to have a session together.” Killer said slowly, Kid opened his mouth but a nudge from his first mate kept him quiet. “You’ve been here for months, it’d be good for you to have a check up.”

“Oh?” Wire perked up, he knelt down so he was a little closer to your height, something he did when a sensitive moment popped up. “You know, I didn’t realize it, but we never had an official talk before have we?”

“I guess not,” You cringed, the idea of having a sorta-kinda therapy session didn’t interest you at all. “I don’t think it’s necessary.” Wire waves at you are with a smile.

“Nonsense! It’s part of my duties, plus it couldn’t hurt.” Wire patted you gently.

“So it’s decided,” Killer said. “You two make a plan for it, if there’s a problem, let me know.” He said that last part to you, you could feel it.

“Wonderful!” Wire smiled and you tried to mimic him, but it definitely looked like a scowl. Kid was frowning now as you were finally dismissed and practically ran off the boat.

“I’m getting a drink.” Kid announced, feeling pissy as he followed slowly after you. He pretended he didn’t hear Wire’s little chuckles.

You had a sizable lead on him by the time he actually dismounted, but he kept a close eye on you as you darted from stall to stall in the marketplace. It was a rare luxury to be able to choose from such a variety of stores, he found himself taking his time at certain spots. His bounty proceeds him so most places gave him a hefty discount, he grinned as he browsed a stall full of niche tools.

He hadn’t meant to get distracted from you, but he was conversing with the elderly man at the stall about which item would be the best suited for his style of work when a commotion from on the other side of the crowd started up. A man’s voice could be heard, cocky and forward. Kid could make out something about a date.

“Oh boy, looks like another young man is causing trouble.” The old man said tiredly.

“Huh?” Kid tried to peer over the crowd but the commotion was around a bend, obscuring his view.

“There’s a lot of very…insistent men around here.”

“Insistent? What the fuck does that mean.” The old man curled his lip at the cursing, but Kid was too busy being nosey to notice.

“You know, insistent…with the ladies. Especially in such a crowded place.” The man shrugged as Kid turned to sneer at him. “Try not to let it disturb your browsing. It’s a minor nuisance.”

“So you don’t try to stop it?” Kid felt himself getting angry. “Even though you know it’s a problem?”

“Not really, it really can’t be helped, especially with so many new, beautiful women coming though every day. The boys will grow out of it eventually.” The man chuckled, like he thought Kid would laugh too.

The red head snarled and shoved his way back onto the streets, easily knocking several people out of his path. He came upon the scene and nearly exploded.

Of course it was you giving him a damn head ache.

You were facing a tall, spindling young man. His face pinched in a frown as he tried to grab your arm again. You yanked your arm back, lips curled back in a sneer.

“Fuck off, I said I’m not interested.” You told the man, the crowd continued moving around you both as if they didn’t even notice. The man tried to step closer, you put your hand on your holstered knife, he paused.

“Come on now, a pretty thing like you ain’t gotta carry a knife.” You caught sight of Kid, relief flooding your face, until he started grinning.

“Nah,” Kid interrupted, stepping behind the guy. The scrawny man turned to glare at him but went pale when they made eye contact. “Pretty thing like her ‘as gotta carry a knife. Too many little shits out there tryin to be creeps ya know?” He grinned down at the guy, then walked to stand by you nudging you with his elbow.

“I think you should stab him.” Kid continued, eyes locked on you.

“Wait a min-“ The man starts.

“Unlike some people I actually try to keep a low profile on shore.” You ignore the man, glaring up at your captain. “Let’s just leave.” You move to walk off, but Kid grabs you by the belt loop, gently halting you.

“Who? Me?” He laughs, the crowd is thinning out as they sense his threatening presence. “Did you even tell him you were a pirate?” You shrugged, peering up at him now.

Oh shit, he wanted to show off for you.

“Woah a pirate?” The man, who Kid had honestly forgotten about, shouted. “No way you’re fucking lying!” Kid rolls his eyes.

“Fuck you’re annoying,” He drawls and raises his hand to the Bowie knife strapped across his chest. “I’m sick of hearing you talk. If she won’t kill ya, I sure as fuck will.” The man jumps back, knocking into someone, Kid starts to move towards him but your hand on his arm stops him.

That’s right, I’m supposed to make her not scared of me.

His pause gives the creep enough to run off blubbering and the crowd of people come forward to occupy his now empty place. Kid nervously glances down at you, wondering how much he set your relationship back. He was met with your bored stare.

“Seriously? We’ve been on shore for what? And hour?”

“Hey don’t lecture me, I’m the captain I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” He grumbled, but allowed you to lead him down the street. Your hand was still on his arm, the one not covered by his coat, and the feeling makes him flush.

“You are, but everyone’s gonna be pissed if we have to deal with Marines already.” You press into his arm now to direct him down a smaller path. It’s less crowded so you let go of him and give a little space, he tries not to yank you back to him.

“Whatever, can’t believe you let that fucker live.” He knew he should leave it alone and just be glad you didn’t run scared from him. But he couldn’t help poking at that bear.

“If I killed every creep that flirts with me, I’d be in jail.” You chuckle a little, one look at your captain though and he looks pissed.

“Who the fuck is flirting with you all the time?” He barks and you bristle.

Oops.

He realized now it kinda sounded like he didn’t think you were attractive enough to be flirted with.

“So two seconds ago you were calling me pretty. Now I’m not?” You tried not to feel insulted but… it stung a little. You don’t know why, but you didn’t like the thought that Kid found you unattractive. It’s nothing.

“That’s not what I meant!” He tried to argue, but you spotted Heat waiting outside a bar ahead. So you took the easy way out and sped up to a jog. Kid kept his pace, but followed after you, desperate to make his case.

“Heat!” You called out and hugged your friend.

“Took ya long enough,” The stitched man smiled, then did a double take as Kid trailed behind you. “Hey captain. What’re you doing here?”

“We ran into each other,” You said dismissively, pulling Heat to the bar’s entrance. “Do they have food? I’m fucking starving.”

“Yeah I think so.” Heat glanced back to watch Kid follow you both in. “He good?” He asked you in a hushed tone as you sat down at a booth in the corner. Heat stood glancing between the two of you.

“Probably?” You shrugged. “There was a guy I got into it with, he’s probably pissed I didn’t kill him.”

Heat slid into the bench opposite from you, as Kid sat at the bar. The place wasn’t busy, but late afternoon would fade away into night soon and it’d be packed. The bartender served Kid then came over to get your order.

“Hey I remember you!” He said as he pointed at you. “You were here a few weeks ago, yeah?” You smiled politely and nodded, Heat had a guarded expression, but the guy just took your orders and left for the kitchen. Kid glanced back at you as you sipped your beer.

“Weird that he remembered us.” Heat started, you chuckled.

“I mean, you and captain are pretty memorable.”

Heat grunted but didn’t continue. The time passed by quickly, you and Heat ate and drank your beers. Slowly more patrons started trickling in, mostly your crew but some locals too. At some point you pulled out a deck of cards and started a no stakes game with Heat, hoping to improve your skills.

Kid was suspiciously quiet, you’d glance at him often, but he just drank in solitude. Occasionally a crew mate would come up and chat with him, but when they left he’d just fall silent again. He glanced at you about as often as you did him, until Killer finally joined on the stool next to him.

“Pay attention before I make us play Go Fish.” Heat admonished you, your face turned red.

“Jokes on you I’m a shark at Go Fish.” You grin at him despite the shame of being caught.

As the night finally kicks off and nearly the entire crew, minus those on ship watch, are here, you and Heat finish your game. He splits off to find Wire and you go up to the bar for some stronger drinks. There were no open spots so you tapped on Killer’s shoulder, he made space between him and Kid. You waved at the bartender, having to stand on the barstool’s foot rest to be tall enough.

“What can I get you, gorgeous?” The man asks smoothly. Both men beside you tense, but you through your head back in a laugh, the previous drinks got you a little more comfortable.

“Can I get 2 shots of whiskey and a rum and coke?”

“Of course!” The bartender starts working on that, you keep an eye on him as Killer leans to speak with Kid over your head. You can’t really hear them, but ignore to focus on the man making your drinks. “Here you go.” He places the 3 glasses down and you put a few Berries on the counter, Kid swipes them back to you quickly.

“Hey!” You and the bartender say at once, your captain sneers then throws down his own Berries.

“Shut up both of ya!” He avoids your eyes and tucks back into his drink. Killer let’s off a restrained chuckle, you can feel it more than hear it against your side. You shrug, ready to let your captain’s weird behavior go if it meant free drinks, the bartender though didn’t seem as willing.

“Aw what a gentleman,” He grins at you. “Here I thought chivalry was dead.” Kid glowered at him, but Killer shook his head, which made the redhead frown harder.

“Thanks, Boss!” You say to ease the tension, then offer him one of the shots. “This was for Heat but he ditched me, you want it?” He regards you for a moment and takes the shot without a word. He grunts at the burn and watches you take yours then take a quick sip of your coke to chase it. Killer let’s out a brisk goodbye and vacates his seat, yanking you onto it.

“This shit is cheap, let me get some of that.” He gestures to your glass, normally he wouldn’t need a chaser, but he didn’t want you running off just yet. Or worse, talking with the stupid bartender again, who seems to be hovering around you. You slide him the drink, he takes a sip and grimaces again. “Fuck that’s strong, got what? Like an spit’s worth of coke?” You nod.

“Yeah it’s kinda strong,” You make a face as you take another sip. “Maybe I just gotta stir it.” You swirl it with a straw from the bar and try again. Nope, still strong.

“Tryin’ to get her drunk fast?” Kid shoots at the bartender, who pretends like he wasn’t listening.

“Does the lady not like her drink? I can certainly remake it for you.” He ignores Kid to speak with you, who is steadily considering murder. You wave his question off.

“Nah, it’s fine.” You’d rather just drink it, this guy was really annoying Kid and it was better if he just gave you some space.

“If you change your mind~” He winks at you and you fight back a laugh. This guy was over the top with his flirting. “Just let me know, my name is Jon.” He finally walked off to service some more patrons, the second bartender, an older woman, arrived to help with the orders.

“Fucking annoying ass dick head.” Kid mutters, you roll you eyes, but he doesn’t see it.

“He seemed nice enough.” You said lazily, eyes scanning the crowd as you stir your drink again. “Kinda cute too.”

“What? Seriously?” Kid looks you up and down like you’ve grown another head.

“Yeah, he’s nice at least.” You shrug.

“Gross. You’re way outta his league.” He needs to shut up, right now.

You’re stiff again, suddenly remembering his insult earlier. He can feel the change in you and quickly looks away, staring at his beer like it would hide him.

“Whatever.” You hop off the stool and go to leave, his hand grips your upper arm tightly. You flinch and tense, his grip softens but doesn’t leave, you let him pull you back onto the stool.

“That wasn’t what I meant… Earlier.” He said slowly, his hand slips down to hold your forearm.

“When you said I wasn’t pretty enough to be flirted with?” You clarified for him, he scowled but tried to force it away.

“I never said that!” He cuts himself off. “Look, you’re plenty pretty. I just meant that creeps shouldn’t be bothering you, ya know?” He finishes lamely, heat on his face, trying to look at you. A pause hangs in the air and he finally looks at your face, you keep it neutral for a moment.

“So… you think I’m pretty?” You ask with a grin, he snatches his hand away from you with a growl. Your face is also red, but you poke his arm playfully. “What’s next? You gonna propose?” He flushes more and grits his teeth.

“Knock it off will ya! I’m trying to be nice for fucking once!” He bats your hand off of him, hoping he seems as annoyed. “Acting all hot and cold on me.”

“Calm down, Boss. You know I don’t mean anything by it.” You hold your hands up in mock surrender. His eyes cut to you then back to the crowd.

“Yeah, I know.”

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the-fluff-piece · 1 year ago

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Hiya, I’ve only just found your blog and I love your work🥰 would you mind writing a bit of a drama (i’m a drama queen🥲)? I’ve been thinking some misunderstanding like zoro being (unintentionally) popular with girls but one being extremely clingy to the point people, as well as the fem reader, think they are a couple. Female reader gets jealous and sad and Sanji comes to comfort her and Zoro sees that and gets the wrong idea and becomes jealous too. But they somehow find out the truth and blah blah romantic stuff confessions etc. I know it’s ridiculous but I live for the drama🥺 thanks in advance and i will understand if you don’t want to do it but I love ya anyway xx

Hiya dear reader,

Thank you for your kind words! I'm happy that you like my style!

I'm sorry it took so long, but I didn't want to post something unfinished XD I hope you don't mind me setting it before the time skip, I think water seven directly after enies lobby is a great location.

Drama is always good and that's a great setup - LET'S DO IT (got a little longer)

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Zoro has no fucking clue

You defeated CP9 and returned together with Robin to Water 7, where the crew got the chance to heal and relax for a few days.

Together, you really showed it to the world government! Well, mostly the big hitters in the crew. Zoro saved you when it came to fighting, not that you minded it. Whenever you were in danger, you knew that he would show up and defeat whatever marine captain or sea monster was trying to kill you.

When you got the key and released him and Usopp from the cuffs, he flashed you a heartmeltingly handsome smile and proceeded to partake in the absolutely ridiulous sword duel that destroyed half the building - and than he fought against thousands of marines.

He really deserved a break. And a thank you. You had been aimlessly wandering through the streets of water 7 to find something for Zoro, a gift to thank him. And maybe show him how much you like him.

Eventually, you decided to get him a Magnum bottle of sake, enough for his big thirst. It was something he absolutely would love.

Pleased with your purchase, you walked back to your temporary shelter in water 7- but your heart almost stopped. You were already so attuned to his appearance, that you could have picked out that green hair in any crowd - Zoro was here. And he seemed to be moving fast. Trouble? That meat head always managed to find a fight, you better help him out.

The gathering crowd slowed you down almost immediately. You squeezed through to see Zoro fighting with some guy, who was no match for the formidable swordsman.

Putting on a real show, Zoro played with the amateur, who poked helplessly at the air as Zoro effortlessly moved around the battlefield. Drinking in the "Oh!" And "Ah!" From the surrounding crowd, a cocky smile spread over his face.

With his two swords crossed, he finally attacked and struck his opponent down with one blow.

The crowd cheered - a very female sounding cheer. You noticed a lot of girls streaming to him. They clung to his arms and praised his strength- what was going on?

A girl shouted: "He got the pantie thief! He's my hero!" In a ridiculously high pitched voice and ran towards a grinning Zoro.

Pantie thief - of course. You rolled your eyes and waited for the crowd to dissipate. And you waited, and waited. One of them seemed glued to Zoro's arm, giggling and throwing her long, blonde locks around.

"Hey Zoro, let's get back to the others" you tried to get him to leave with you.

"Nah. this girl here will thank me with some booze! Just go back without me." He waved you off while the girl promised him all he could drink.

Rolling your eyes even harder, you went back to the crew at the galley-la building and informed them of Zoro's absence.

"Good riddance!" Sanji muttered past his cigarette. "Want an éclair?" He offered, almost in the same breath but with suddenly heart-shaped eyes.

"YES" you shouted, hungry for some kind of comfort after Zoro just trotted off with a blonde haired beauty.

"Stupid mosshead!" You cursed as you angrily shoved the sweet treat into your mouth.

"Yes he is, if he did anything to you I will kick that guy to the moon!" Sanji chimed in.

"No it's okay." You muttered and continued to mope for the rest of the evening.

Hardly able to sleep, you heard Zoro stumble home at dawn, throwing himself into a corner and snoring almost immediately.

You hoped that it was done with that - until the next morning. You heard Sanji shriek in delight as the door opened: "Such a sweet beautiful girl, did you come to see me, my lady?"

You didn't hear the reply clearly, but a high female voice cooed something and you heard a loud thud as Sanji's body hit the floor, an expression of total horror on his face.

The girl from yesterday pranced past you as you knelt down next to the cook.

"It's horrible..." he hoarsely whispered, seemingly near death, "she's bringing the mosshead breakfast. That beautiful lady..." his eyes closed as he sighed the last half-sentence and with it, his will to live (for the moment).

Hot jealousy surged up again. You stomped to the table, where luffy was sleep-eating heaps and Zoro gingerly unpacked a giant sandwich, seemingly made entirely out of meat.

The blonde bimbo had parked her breasts on the table and watched Zoro with a dreamy expression as he wolfed down the sandwich, splattering sauce all over the place.

"Do you like it?" She asked in a melodic voice.

"Yeah, thanks" Zoro answered with a full mouth. He seemed very content. That ass.

She didn't leave afterwards. In fact, she basically moved in immediately, either hanging on Zoro's arm or sitting close to him, watching him with heart shaped eyes and complimenting his every breath.

She eventually informed the somewhat irritated rest of the crew that her name was Silk (while throwing her silky hair around) and that she stayed with Zoro. Since she didn't actually do anything bad and Zoro didn't seem to mind, everyone accepted or ignored it.

"Come on, snookums, it's so crowded here, let's go out" Silk tugged at his arm. "I know a great liquor place!"

"Yeah why not" he lazily followed her as she maneuvered him like a tugboat.

"Snookums?" you stared after them in disbelief.

Nami, meanwhile, died of hysterical laughter.

"Didn't think that a girl could tame him that much. He's totally whipped!" she laughed and slapped your back while you didn't understand the world anymore.

The sake you bought was still in your bag, still untouched. Maybe you should bring it back to the store.

It was evening, Zoro and his girl weren't back yet. You found yourself so irritated that you couldn't sleep, just like Sanji, who sat at the table and poured himself some wine.

As you sat next to him, he silently passed you a glass as well. He somehow managed to get from perfectly coiffed, full of energy and dressed to the nines to unshaven and disheveled in the course of a day.

"I know why I am upset...but what is it with you?" You ask him.

Two bloodshot eyes stared back at you.

"I can't believe Marimo...that filthy brute, with no style and no interest in women has a...a..." The end of his sentence was too much to bear for him, instead he took a nervous gulp of wine.

"And she's so....soo...prettyyyyy" he dragged out the last word like a pre-schooler in a tantrum.

You gently tapped your glass against his: "to us" you whisper.

"To...us?" He half asked and half repeated and he smiled.

One glass turned into two glasses, and like that the bottle was gone. Your only topic: how much Zoro and that girl sucked.

A new bottle was opened, and another. Soon, you didn't find enough things to hate Zoro for anymore, so instead you moved on to different topics. Sanji told you about growing up in the restaurant while you told him a few stories of your own. After the third bottle was emptied, you were both pretty drunk, and you didn't really remember much anymore.

You drifted off to an uneasy sleep, full of Zoro how he made out with the girl named Silk. How they had children and generally shoved their happiness into your face.

"Oi, wake up. Y/n, wake up!" You heard Zoro's angry voice above you as he tapped you with his foot.

"Wha...let me sleep marimo" you answered, swiftly adopting Sanji's language and inflection.

As you opened your eyes, the swordsman's towering frame took up your entire field of vision. With his crossed arms and grumpy expression, he looked intimidating as hell.

You stretched and realized that you had slept on the floor, leaning against Sanji, amidst a lot of pillows. Sanji must have brought them during the night to make you more comfortable. Now that's a man!

When you moved, Sanji's head fell into your lap, still sleeping, and he immediately began purring like a kitten. Zoro grabbed him by the collar and shook him awake.

"What the fuck YOU think you're doing?" He bellowed at his sleepy crewmate.

"Go and have your nosebleed somewhere else, you pervy cook!" He said as he threw Sanji down again -hopefully immediately regretting it because Sanji answered with a fiery kick.

Not even 5 minutes awake and already near a fight, you decided to crawl away to safety and make some tea.

As you set down with steaming cup in hand, you spotted the blonde girl coming towards you, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Demonstrably, she sighed and commented "what a short night" showcasing her disheveled hair with a pout.

"Uh-hu" was all you could manage.

"You are his crewmate, are you not?" she asked, "how can you live with that manly man on one boat and not fall for him?"

"Yeah, it's a mystery" you answered sourly. If she only knew that you did - and he didn't care.

She continued to talk about something, but you decided not to listen. Instead, you focused on the fight going on outside now, where Zoro and Sanji shouted insults at each other.

"You hurt her feelings! I cannot ignore that!" Sanji screamed. "FLAMBÈ SHOT!"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, STUPID COOK!" Zoro answered among loud clashes.

Your head was aching too much, there was too much noise. You excused yourself and went outside - away from the fight - and sat at the pier. It was calm here. Just faint noises of fighting were in the background.

You thought about how childish those two were, always fighting about something. But you were one to talk, you were childish as well. Zoro or Silk had no way of knowing that they hurt your feelings. At least Zoro deserved an open apology. And his sake.

You sighed, already playing the conversation in your head. The waves crashed against the pier, it was really calm.

Too calm.

When you returned to the building, both Zoro and Silk were gone.

Sanji was at the stove, making breakfast.

"Zoro stormed off" he said flatly. "And Silk-chan followed, of course."

They didn't return for the whole day. Dusk came and there was still no sign of them.

It got late, evening turned to night and Zoro was still gone. It was time to have a talk, to let him know how you felt, and to clarify where you both stood. You packed the sake to finally give it to him and be the friend he deserved.

You made your way through the bustling streets of Water 7 once again, aimlessly walking and hoping to find Zoro. It was a lively city with people sitting outside and laughing late into the night. You didn't see the green hair anywhere, maybe they've gone to her place.

Your feet have taken you away from the people in the streets to side alleys, where everything was calm and dark. There were lots or piers looking out to the water where crews loaded and unloaded goods.

With relief, you spotted Zoro sitting on a wooden barrel near the water's edge, alone now, with an empty bottle of sake beside him. His expression was more somber than before, and he seemed lost in thought.

Taking a deep breath, you approached him, determined to have the conversation you had been avoiding. As you got closer, Zoro looked up and met your gaze, and you could see a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Hey," you said softly, taking a seat beside him. "Mind if we talk?"

Zoro blinked and then nodded, a serious look on his face. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided to be direct. "I am really happy for you, Silk seems to really like you." You paused, unsure where to go next.

"And I hope you're happy with the cook" he snorted.

"What?" You asked, surprised.

"The cook. And you. I wouldn't have thought..." His voice trailed off and he took the bottle again. Remembering that it was already empty, he threw it into the sea with a sigh.

"That goddamn cook with his nice words..." Zoro mumbled angrily.

"I am not with Sanji, silly" you told him.

"But you slept together...! On the floor!" He stuttered.

"We just fell asleep, nothing more." You said.

"I...I'm not with Silk either." He rubbed his head, "in fact, she was kind of unnerving."

"Than why be with her for days?" You asked.

"You know, it was nice to be appreciated for once. Silk gets it. You always call me stupid or silly." He shrugged.

"You stupid mosshead, everytime I call you stupid I mean that I like your stupid!" You rummaged in your bag for the Sake, "it means that you're adorable and cute and so, so unbelievably, awesomely stupid! And I do appreciate you. You save me all the time. I bought this for you, as a thank you" You gave him the extra large bottle of Sake.

Zoro's brows furrowed as the gears started turning in his head. "I didn't realize... I mean, I didn't think...why did you never say so before?"

"Don't know. You never really cared about anything besides swords and fighting." You shrugged.

"I...I do care, I just...I'm not so good with words." He held the bottle in his hands like he didn't know what to do with it.

He swallowed and looked at you. "You know, I think you're stupid, too. Really silly. The silliest person I've ever met." He laughed and you chimed in.

You felt a rush of relief and happiness wash over you. Maybe Zoro wasn't as clueless as you had thought. Perhaps he had his own way of expressing his feelings.

"Just to be sure...stupid means I like you" He whispered and invited you to sit with him. When you hopped on the barrell, he put his arm around you.

As you sat there by the water's edge, the two of you talked late into the night, sharing stories, laughter, and sake. The noise of the world around you faded into the background as you discovered a deeper connection with Zoro, one that went beyond the chaos of battles and adventures.

And in that moment, you realized that sometimes, the most meaningful conversations happened not in grand gestures, but in the quiet moments shared between two people who cared for each other deeply.

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Epilogue (because I don't want to leave Silk's character as the only evil female catty villain)

Zoro and you eventually made it back to the company house and shocked everyone, first and foremost poor Sanji, with your new found closeness. It would be a long road until you could say the l-word to each other, but whatever your now relationship was, it was good.

It would still be a few days until you could sail from water 7 and you enjoyed the commodities of the city, walking through the busy streets, window shopping.

A store with beautiful cloth caught your eye and you entered. You looked at the exquisite goods when you heard a shop clerk approach "can I help you?"

"No I'm just look-AHHH" your voice and face must have derailed when you found yourself looking at an equally shocked Silk. A moment of awkward silence followed where you saw that her eyes were swollen and she looked really tired.

"Uhm, hi Silk, how are you?" You stammered.

"You know. Not so good" Silk looked unnerved. "What do you want?"

"I didn't know you worked here" you were caught off guard. But now that Zoro was with you, the anger against her seemed childish and mean.

"I'm Sorry if I was mean to you before" you said, surprising the girl, "I was unfair."

"No, don't. I was...overreacting, too. I'm sorry" She said thoughtfully. "He didn't stop talking about you. Really annoying, like he was hung up on you. That's why I was so pushy" Tears pooled in her eyes again.

Helpless, you tried to comfort her.

"Don't...he's just a stupid, stupid man" you told her.

"I know. That's why I liked him" she said, voice breaking.

You guessed that you weren't the best person to comfort her now, so you decided to leave.

"I'm Sorry. I should go now" you said.

"Yeah. Bye" She forced a smile and waved.

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #op zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x female reader #zoro x you #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #angst #one piece zoro #one piece #jealousy

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bigball-thefrog · 9 months ago

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Hunter's Prey Pt1: Slasher! Rob Lucci X Reader

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Sorry for only posting on Friday, i have been very tired this week but I've only got one exam left so I'll try not to post so late.

Warnings/Tags:

Modern AU

Mentions of killing people

Slight mention of violence

Stalking

Kidnapping

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Water Seven, a popular beach town known for its ship building it was a bustling town with many busy people living their daily lives, yet there was a dark shadow that loomed over that town...

The leopard. A feared killer on the loose known for hunting and killing his prey just like a leopard. He stalked his victims during the night when no one could see him and was gone in the morning the only thing left behind was the dead corpse, covered in claw marks and bruises around the throat...

Reader POV

I placed the cup of coffee down next to Paulie as he read the latest newspaper. I handed out the coffee's to the rest of the Galley La crew and handed the last one to Rob Lucci. I had been working at Galley La for over two years now and had gotten very close with everyone except for Lucci. He was always quiet and only spoke through his pet pigeon Hattori. Lucci was quite anti-social and only ever really talked to Paulie and from what I heard, even the he doesn't talk much and only let's the pigeon talk. He's so mysterious and kinda hot, I just wish I could get to know him more. After giving everyone their coffee I sat down next to Paulie as he sighed and closed the newspaper, "Another person found dead in their home..." He sighed as he read the article about the Leopard's latest kill. "And the police are doing nothing about it!" he said growled as he took a sip of his coffee. "Isn't Iceberg supposed to do something about it? He is the mayor after all." I asked, "Iceberg is trying to keep the town calm during the situation. But he's been hiring the best detectives in he country and still can't find anyone.." Paulie grumbled as he opened back up the newspaper and continued reading.

"And we don't know who this person even is?" I asked, "Nope, no sign of any DNA at any crime scene at all.." Paulie grumbled as he went through the paper. I just looked down and drank my coffee, who could this be? Why would you even want to do something like that? From what I know, the victims have nothing in common: different ages, different genders, different occupations.. It just doesn't make sense! I tried to stop thinking about it and just tried to enjoy my lunch, until I felt a pair of eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I looked up to see Lucci staring at me, Hattori wasn't talking so I didn't understand why he was glaring at me, usually if someone was staring at me for no reason I would stare back until they were uncomfortable but, the way Lucci stared at me just made me feel... Scared...

He had his usual blank expression on his face but his eyes, they were intense. They were staring at me like I was a gazelle and he was a... Leopard.... No it can't be, Lucci can't be the killer going around town! Sure he's always quiet and no one really knows much about him but he's always just so, chill. He's never shown anger towards anyone, he's never gone quiet or said anything suspicious when we talk about the killer, it just couldn't be him! But why was he staring at me like this? Like he was going to eat me...

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After a long day of work I made my way home without getting drinks with anyone this time and collapsed at home exhausted. I put in a pre-made dinner in the microwave and just flopped in front of the couch as I ate. What to watch, what to watch.... News? No that's just depressing. Nature documentary? That's even more depressing.. Oh wait, a horror movie is playing! There's something more interesting. Ah the original Halloween, a classic, I decided to watch Halloween and eat my dinner in the dark. Around the part where Michael starts trying to get into Laurie's house I heard a crash, grabbing a baseball bat I got up and went to investigate. Thankfully it was just my neighbor, he's an old man with arthritis so he drops things a lot. Relaxing again I went back to the living room and put the bat down. I sat back down and continued to watch, or noticing the figure sitting next to me. Before I could react a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and pinned me to the couch. I just managed to grab my bat and swang, I managed to his the person in the face and they let me go. Still holding the bat, I grabbed my keys and ran to the front door. Swiftly unlocking it I opened the front door and was about to bolt, but the person grabbed me again, pulled me inside and shut the door and pinned me to it by my wrists. Now with some light I looked up at the figure.... Oh no....

"LUCCI!?" My mouth was quickly covered by Lucci's hand so he was now holding both of my hands above my head with only one hand, I wanted an explanation but instead of Hattori talking Lucci's mouth opened and he spoke himself, "Your fear is adorable~" Was all he said as he took his hand off my and around my throat, "Now don't scream or I'll rip your throat out..." He said quietly. Lucci, the man that never speaks and let's his pet pigeon speak for him can speak? Not only that but he broke into my house and is threatening me!? What's going on...? I simply nodded to his request and his grip on my throat relaxed but didn't move. "Lucci, what are you doing in my house? How did you even get in?" "I have my ways darling~" he said as he moved his index finger to caress my cheek, a sinister smile growing on his face. "Now, how shall I deal with you darling?~" He said as he squeezed my neck a little tighter, "Lucci please... We're.. We're friends right!? I always buy you your coffee, I always try to include you in after work stuff?" I pleaded but he didn't seem to waver. "Lucci, people are already suspecting you a lot... If you kill me then you'll just give people more reason to believe it's you. And you don't want to get caught right?" This made Lucci stop.

He kept gently squeezing my throat while he thought, then his sinister smile grew again, "You're right, I wouldn't anyone suspecting me now would we? But how do I make sure that you don't go talking about our little encounter now?" he said as he brought his face closer to mine. "Maybe I should just keep you until I know you won't speak~" "But if you kidnap me then they'll still be suspicious!" "I know, that's why you're not getting kidnapped but taking a vacation." Lucci said as he grabbed my phone from my pocket, he texted Iceberg that I would be taking some time off for personal reasons. He put my phone in his pocket then looked back at me, "Now let's get you back to my place where I can keep an eye on you." Before I could try and say anything else he held a rag against my nose and mouth and I almost instantly blacked out, the last thing I saw was Lucci's sinister grin as he still held me by the neck.

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zombiedumbie · 1 year ago

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I was not planning in post this because it's too long and it's just a draft, BUT I need to get used in posting smut here so...

here's a draft about you and sanji in a hot day. ~1,600 words.

afab!reader, pet names (english & french), ice cube use, not proofread. mdni!

you always secretly loved it when sanji flirted with you, even though you knew he did it with every girl he saw. nami swore there was something special about the way he did that to you, and robin added that sanji really liked you. all you wanted was for it to be true.

but you couldn't deny that the late night conversations you had when you woke up in the middle of the night had something special, just like nami had said. several times, you sat at the kitchen table and chatted with him as he expertly cooked everyone's meal; or sanji came to you, you lying near the Belle-mère's orange trees, to talk in a boring late afternoon, and you spent hours there. but none of those times were you able to express what you felt, never daring to say anything that showed an interest in him.

but the night before, while you were drinking for some reason invented by Usopp and Luffy, your conscious barriers were knocked down just for that moment. in a conversation between you, robin and nami, you revealed that no man had ever made you cum, and sanji couldn't help but overhear that, his ears always listening to the three of you's conversation, looking for any mention of his name by your mouth.

"oh, sanji hasn't come into action yet, apparently," robin commented jokingly. his face filled with a slight pink and his mouth curved into a smile.

"he could do something," you said, laughing. which made nami look at you with twinkle in her eyes.

"look, Robin! a confession!" the navigator said, smiling. "I knew it! I knew it!" meanwhile, the cook's cheeks took on a red hue that rose to his ears. he took advantage of the fact that you were looking at the bow of the boat, sitting over the deck, and left before you saw him. poor sanji needed a few more minutes of air to be able to return to his friends.

the next day, after lunch, you faced a draft so unbearable that you could barely stand on deck, so you walked to the galley, to find your favorite cook doing the dishes. you practically didn't talk that day, since you woke up later than usual, with a slight headache from last night's drink; he was also acting strange, but you didn't have the patience to ask what had happened, only now, after lunch and a few liters of water in your body, you wanted to understand what was going on.

you walked over to the empty counter next to the sink, lifting your body to sit there.

"sanji," you called, but he didn't answer. he seemed distracted by his cigarette, but what you didn't know was that he was making a huge effort not to look at your bare thighs because of the skirt you were wearing. you tilted your head, leaning your cheek against your shoulder. "why don't you talk to me? did i do something?"

sanji looked at you finally. the way your hair fell over your skin, yout parted lips and bare legs seemed to scream at him. sanji looked away, feeling that you would drive him crazy with all this. the truth is, after hearing that, all night sanji couldn't stop thinking of thousands of ways he could satisfy you and make you feel what you deserved.

his eyes darkened just thinking about it again.

"I'm sorry, ma fraise. I was just busy," you didn't believe it, but decided not to say any more.

next to him, there was a bucket full of ice cubes, which he was using to cool the water he was drinking, you crawled across the counter, trying to reach the bucket to get one of the cubes. sanji had to be quick to wipe the blood from his nose, his mind already wandering with thoughts again.

your voice walked freely through his head, repeating what he had heard before. naughty thoughts would start to creep in, the idea of his fingers between your legs, or how you must taste, or...

"ah!~", your voice caught his attention, you were lifting your hair to run the ice cube over your neck. "it's hot today!" your voice, which should have sounded like a complaint, sounded like a tease to him, and he couldn't help himself.

"let me cool you down, love," he said, and you could only laugh, thinking it was yet another innocent comment, but his voice sounded so lustful.

"I want to see how you're going to do this," that was enough for his eyes to darken even more. he was already done with the dishes, so he just dried his hands and grabbed the ice bucket. holding your hand, he looked into your eyes and said, "come down and follow me".

you hesitated for a few moments, mainly because of the thicker and more bossy tone his voice took on, that one didn't sound like sanji. when you realized they were heading towards his room, your heart wanted to stop at the same time that it accelerated.

what was he going to do?! sure, he'll probably find a way to cool you down, but why in his room? and why did he look so… weird?

anxiety was a key part of yout excitement at that moment.

he opened the door and made room for you to pass. he calmly walked in and closed the door behind him, setting the ice bucket down on a small table and motioning for you to sit down on the bed. he walked over to you, the serious expression on his face made you swallow hard.

with two fingers, he lifted your face and leaned in, his face approached yours and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, but his mouth came right up to your ears.

"princess, you already know what's going to happen in that room, so if you want to stop it, just leave," you gulped. of course that possibility had crossed your mind, but you thought there was no chance he really wanted to have sex with you, nor could you understand the reasons behind it. maybe nami said something to him? or maybe robin? neither of them would do that. maybe you accidentally told him when you was drunk and didn't remember. "if you stay in this room, you're giving me the right to do whatever I want with you", so you gulped, not caring about his motives anymore.

"I trust you, sanji," you said.

then he turned away from your face, looking at you from above. "very good". then he knelt down between your legs.

you took a deep breath, trying to relax from it all.

his hand reached for one of the ice cubes in the bucket. his hand hovered over your thigh, running the cube close enough to your skin that you could feel the chill.

"nami said that we are passing through a very long current of hot air," the ice began to melt between his fingers, and a few drops of ice water began to fall on the inner part of your thigh, causing your legs to involuntarily close in a spasm, a slight sigh left your mouth when your skin felt the thermal shock of the cold water. "we'll probably only leave it at the beginning of the night," the drops ran down your thigh, sanji seemed to be just preparing your skin. "so we'll have the whole hot afternoon."

then he pressed the ice against your leg, making your body shudder. his fingertips were soft against the sensitive skin of your thigh, he moved the cube slowly, brushing the ice away from you every now and then so it didn't burn your skin.

"hmmm!" you groaned, throwing your head back. having sanji so close to your panties was a new feeling, but addictive from the first contact, you felt your pussy starting to throb. the cube soon melted, so sanji grabbed another one, you prepared to feel the ice on your thigh again, but he brought it to his mouth. you looked at him confused, but he just looked back at you and gave a smile.

he climbed onto the bed, sitting beside you. his fingers was still cold, so he brought it to your neck, caressing it before bringing his mouth down, kissing your neck with his icy cold tongue. you would have collapsed on the bed if he hadn't held you with his other arm. leaving a few kisses along the way, he moved up to your ear again. "no need to worry mon ange, I'll take care of you". you closed your eyes and threw your head back again, leaving room for him to continue kissing you.

sanji was capricious with his movements, and his tongue had the surety of someone who had done it many times, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed, of course sanji had done these things to many women before. you thought it would be just one more.

impatiently, you opened your bra underneath your shirt, sanji couldn't help but notice that and smiled against his neck. "calm down honey, we still have all afternoon," and then he traced a path from your collarbone to the bottom of your jaw with his icy tongue. your head felt so light.

"sanji...", you looked at him with pleading eyes, begging for more. sanji would like to give you everything he could, but your desperate look also made him want to take longer and longer. "please..." you said low, like a lament.

you saw his erection in the tight suit pants, and your hand ran there as your mouth watered. but he stopped you before could even reach him. "what did I say, sweetie? calm down," his eyes looked darker. your fingers straightened before retracted and sanji let go of your hand. "this is to cool you down," he pulled his face from the crook of your neck, looking at you.

#one piece x reader #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #sanji one piece #one piece x you #one piece fanfic #one piece smut #sanji x reader #black leg sanji #sanji x y/n #sanji x you #zombiedumbie drafts

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donteattheappleshook · 6 months ago

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Not Broken At All Chapter 16/?

Summary:

A season 1 Neverland AU. Emma is still trying to adjust to her new life as Sheriff of Storybrooke and mom to Henry, who still believes everyone in town is a fairytale creature. When she finds a badly beaten, one handed man while patrolling, she’s convinced he’s crazy. He is, after all, rambling about fairies and shadows and crocodiles. But when Henry is suddenly taken out the window of a house everyone believes is haunted, the madman in the hospital might be her only hope of getting her son back. Whether he likes it or not.

Rated E

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Oh hey, remember me? Remember this story I haven't updated in a year…… Please don't hate me lol Sorry for how long this took - this chapter was just impossible to write and time just kept passing. I'm hoping there won't be such a long break again but I know better than to make promises.

Hopefully some of you are still reading this and enjoy this new chapter!

Note that I made a small change to the last chapter (which fixed this one). You don't have to read it, just know that the lost boys who died on the beach are still out there.

Anyway… here you go! Sorry!

Thank you as always to @the-darkdragonfly for letting me just throw ideas at you about this story all the time and putting up with all the changes! 💕💕 And thank you @kmomof4 for looking this over and helping me decide on the ending 💕 (You can blame her! I kid... mostly)

Small content/trigger warning: This chapter includes more of the aftermath of the hunt. There are no children actively hurt in this chapter but there are bodies and burials and grief.

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Part 16

“Mom?”

The thundering of her heart rips her from sleep, hollow and echoing with the blood rushing in her ears, painful in her chest. But there’s only darkness in the small room of the ship, eyes wide and unfocused, the remnants of a dream she can’t remember still making shapes in the dark. She could have sworn she heard it, like it was there in the room with her. But there's no one here - only Killian still in the bed next to her, the arm that had held her close before now outstretched beneath her as he sleeps. A dream. Neverland playing tricks on her - or one of the lost boys above deck calling out to the dark for their mother.

“Momma?” That one’s real, quieter. One of the children must have found a way down, wandering the halls looking for someone he’ll never find. “Mummy…” That one is heartbreaking. She rises from the bed, Killian not stirring as she slips from the sheets and makes her way quietly across and out of the room. The boys were told not to come down here - better she find whoever it is than one of the pirates. “Mom?” There’s no one there to accompany the sound in the dim light of the lantern outside the cabin and she hesitates, looking towards where the disembodied voice came from. Whoever they are, it sounds like they’re making their way back to the deck on their own… “Mom?”

The word cuts through her, paralyzes her, heart so tight in her chest she can’t breathe. Henry. She knows his voice - already so deeply ingrained in every part of her being after such a short time that hearing it now is like a piece of herself lost and calling out to be found.

“Emma?” Softer, getting further away from her - losing him all over again. Her bare feet make no sound as she runs past the crew’s quarters, past the bosun’s room and the galley towards the deck. The door creaks wearily as she climbs the steps and opens it to the night air. The lost boys are asleep - all of them - every single one exhausted from the horrors of the day and she pads carefully through the bodies - sleeping and dead - searching. Henry’s not among them. The ship holds that eerie Neverland silence she can’t get used to, no crashing of waves or rustle of wind, the faint discordant song of the Lorelei the only hiss of sound as it floats in and out on the sea.

“Mom?”

Her eyes snap to the back of the Jolly. “Henry?” she hisses.

“Mom!” Emma nearly stumbles over a sleeping child as she tries to catch up to him before he’s lost to her again. He found her. Of course he did, just like before. She should have known he would. She rounds the helm, heart pounding so violently it reaches the stern before she does. But there’s no one there, again, just an empty deck where a child should be, where her son should be.

“Where are you?” There’s nowhere else to search, only the sea that surrounds them.

“Emma?” Wendy is standing in front of her, head cocked. “What are you doing up here?”

She looks towards where her son should be, where the voice no longer calls out to her. There’s nothing there, no one, just the sleeping boys, just Will.

“Did you see him?”

“See who?”

“Henry. Did you see him? Did you see where he went?”

“Henry? There’s no one else up here. It’s just me and the new recruits. You must have been dreaming.”

“I know what I heard. I know my son.” The other woman’s expression turns pitying and Emma’s shoulders tense. “I heard him.”

Wendy’s frown deepens and when she speaks her voice has the same tone that hers had when she’d been trying to calm Hook in the hospital, the one you use to console a crazy person. “I’m sure you did.”

“It wasn’t a dream.” But even as she says it she starts to doubt her own words. There’s no sign of him, no sign that he was ever here. Wendy wouldn’t lie about that.

She sighs. “I believe you.” She does, but she also doesn’t believe Henry’s on the ship either. Emma goes to the ship’s edge, careful not to trip over any sprawled limbs, and squints out at the beach against the sun that’s just starting to rise. Maybe he’s not on the Jolly. Maybe he’s somewhere out there. There’s no sign of him on the blood soaked sand and relief settles like a stone in her throat even as the fear of not knowing where he is rises up again. “Neverland plays tricks, Emma.” Wendy joins her at the bow, leaning against the rail, back straight and alert as she looks out at the carnage before them. “You can’t trust anything you hear. The shadows’ll do anything to lure you out.”

“The shadows?”

A nod. “They see into your dreams, see what it is you want most and use it against you. It’s how so many of the boys end up here in the first place.” Wendy’s shoulders sag a little, looking out at the bodies on the beach. It’s the closest Emma’s seen her come to breaking the hard mask she’s worn so well since the hunt started - the real person behind the cold captain. “And now they’ll never leave.”

“What happens to the bodies?” she asks, looking back at the dead, carefully wrapped in sheets on the deck.

“We bury the ones who made it here at sea. Neverland takes back the rest.”

Emma frowns, eyes darting to the shore. “What do you mean it takes them back?”

“They become the shadows that live in Dark Hollow, whispering to Pan, finding children, his way of keeping an eye on the outside world. He’ll come at sundown to collect them.”

“They become the shadows?” she swallows, cold dread tasting bitter at the thought of all those kids having to become Pan’s creatures, forced to do his bidding forever. “The boys?”

Wendy nods and her stomach drops.

“What about the ones who died here? Will they be shadows too?”

She shakes his head. “Neverland magic can’t touch this ship. Whatever enchantment’s on it is powerful enough to keep even the darkness away.” Neverland can’t find you here.

Emma hears her sigh when she looks back out at that beach. “Don’t even think about it.” She’s thinking about it. “He gets to keep his winnings. Those are the rules of the game. Those rules keep us alive.”

She doesn’t answer, only gives the captain a small nod, thoughts still spinning with the cruelty of it all, that even in death these children can’t escape Pan. Wendy puts a hand on her shoulder, the gesture surprisingly consoling, the mask slipping again. “You’re not the only one who wishes it could be different.”

Emma nods, grim and defeated, and Wendy pats her shoulder with a tight-lipped smile before turning towards where some of the children have started to stir.

She wishes she could say she thought about it longer, or at all, really. But all she can think of is every single kid she knew growing up, all the ones who fell through the cracks, the ones who were given up on or abandoned, all the adults who threw up their hands and said there was nothing they could do - that was just how the system worked, that rules had to be followed. Fuck that.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Wendy’s shout echoes above her, cut off by the water when she plunges into it. It takes her deeper than she expected it to, the fall further than she thought, but she kicks wildly, eyes burning against the salt until she breaks the surface. And then she’s swimming, boots and vest heavy against the waves, hat lost somewhere between the ship and the surface, but she keeps going. She can make this swim, she’s made it before - and she has a purpose now.

She stumbles as she climbs onto the beach, the tide pulling at her knees and then her ankles like it’s trying to draw her back to where it’s safe. Emma fights it, running and slipping across the sand once it’s hot and dry beneath her feet and collapsing beside the first boy she finds. He’s tall and wiry, limbs stretched out, calf-like, not yet grown into his elbows and knees. And now he never will.

She kneels beside him, stroking his cheek before closing his eyes. Salt water drips onto his skin, turning dried blood fresh again as she tells him she’s sorry - that this happened, that she couldn't do anything to stop it, that Pan gets to keep living. She doesn’t know how long she just sits there with him, looking out at all the other kids who won’t ever go home.

“Swan…” No. She’s not going back - not leaving them here. She slides her arms under the boy’s shoulders, heaving his limp, heavy frame onto her chest, not sure how she plans to get him back to the ship, just that she will. “Swan.” She ignores it, digging her heels into the sand, trying to plant them under her enough that she can get to her feet. But it slips away beneath her boots and she falls on her ass again and again. She’s not leaving him here. She’s not leaving any of them here.

“Swan.”

“What!” she snaps, barely looking up at him, wet hair plastered to his face, coat left behind, shirt soaked in water and salt. She can’t get her legs steady enough beneath her, can’t lift the kid any higher into her arms, so she starts to drag him back across the beach, holding tight to his chest as she makes it inch by inch, blonde head rolling limply against her shoulder.

“Emma,” Killian says softly when she stumbles, she and the boy fall back against the sand. If he says her name one more goddamn time… His hand is gentle on her arm, stopping her as she moves to stand again and she looks up, ready for a fight, whatever she has to, but she’s taking this kid back to his stupid, magical ship where he can rest in fucking peace.

But his gaze isn’t scolding, not a warning or even pity and he reaches for the boy in her arms, taking his weight from her and hoisting him over his shoulder. He fixes her carefully with a solemn, resolved stare when she stands to meet his gaze. “There’ll be consequences.”

She looks back towards the shoreline where Will and Wendy are standing by the dinghy. “Do you care?” she asks him, turning to the others, “Do any of you care?” There are more coming out of the water now, pirates and lost boys marching onto the beach.

The residual anger fades from Wendy’s eyes, hardening into something different, and then she kneels beside a small body, this one looking too young to have been on this side of the hunt. “John didn’t make it off the beach,” is all she says before lifting him from the sand and meeting Emma’s eyes with equal determination.

Will shrugs. “Pan already wants me dead,” he says, bending to pick up another child, cradling the boy to his chest. “Might as well be for a good reason.”

Slowly, the others begin doing the same, gathering the fallen, some searching for brothers, friends, others finding any they can carry. Emma follows Killian’s gaze to where two older kids come to the aid of a young boy trying to pick up a bigger body that bears him a painful resemblance - a brother no doubt. She doesn’t miss the way Killian watches them carry him across the beach, the younger boy not letting go of his brother’s sleeve. He’d lost his brother here as well, to Pan’s cruelty. She wonders how long ago it was, wonders if any amount of time matters.

Emma follows Killian as he brings the tall boy’s body to the dinghy and sets him down gently.

“So what now, Swan?” he says, turning to look at the Lost Boys gathering their fallen friends, “You’ve declared war on Pan. And these boys will follow you to the end now. Where will you lead them?”

Emma spares another glance at the beach, at the pirates that were Lost Boys and the Lost Boys that will be pirates, all of them stolen from their lives and their families for Pan’s enjoyment. “Home. When this is over, and Pan is dead, we’re taking them home. All of them.”

“Aye,” he says, with an edge of something she can’t place in his voice, his gaze holding hers just a moment too long before he moves to collect another body, damp skin and drying shirt becoming stained with someone else’s blood. He hesitates, casting a glance back at her. “They aren’t the only ones who’ll follow you,” he tells her before turning and walking back towards the shore.

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There are twice as many bodies on the deck as there had been last night, a sea of white cloth laid out on the bow of the Jolly like snowfall, twice as many ghosts wrapped in sheets waiting to be buried at sea. There are twice as many lost boys too, half of them no longer cowering by the edge of the ship’s rail, gazing longingly out at the island they’d just escaped. Instead they stand in rows, backs straight and heads bowed, already falling in line, already soldiers as they wait for their captain to speak.

They’d sailed further from land than Emma’s been since they first arrived, the water deeper here, where no light can reach the depths even with the sun burning high and bright above them, and no shadows can be cast. “They’re weakest when the sun is at its peak, where the light can’t cast them further,” Wendy had explained. “At night though… at night the whole world is shadow.”

Killian stands tense before them, Wendy and Will at his side, the two captains and their first mates. There’s something off in the line of his shoulders, in the way his thumb keeps sliding over the rings he wears. She’d seen him in the aftermath of the hunt, surrounded by the bodies, used to death and slaughter and cruelty. He’d held back then, composed and calm as always around the boys and young men that had survived. But as he looks at the sea of white, the cannonballs tied to their ankles that will drag them all down into the darkness where the shadows can’t reach them, she can see him losing that tenuous grip on his cool indifference. So can Wendy, if the hint of sympathy barely cracking through her own harsh disguise is anything to go on.

When she thinks that he might not manage it, that his first mate might have to step in and take over, he lets out a bitter sigh. “Best not to draw it out.” Will steps forward, he and Killian lifting the closest body onto a plank balanced on the rail, held steady by two of the older crewmen - both barely out of their teens - preparing to tilt the body into the sea.

Before he can raise his hand to signal the order, a small boy appears at his side, and Killian freezes. Emma hadn’t seen him break rank, hadn’t seen him make his way across the deck - no more than seven or eight years old. She recognizes him, the one who’d been trying to carry his brother on the beach. She wonders what he could have possibly done for Pan to decide he’d had his fill of time in Neverland.

The boy’s coat is tattered and dirty from however long he’d been in the jungle, and her reaches into it to pull something out, and then stretches as far as he can to reach across the body that’s nearly at eye level with him. And there, in the center of white sheet, he sets a baseball card down on the fallen boy’s chest.

Emma doesn’t breath, the men holding the plank staring at the card, everyone on deck silent and frozen. The child moves to Killian’s side then, tugging at the thick leather of his sleeve until the captain leans down and gives the boy his attention. “Jack.”

A strange sort of uncertainty falls over the crowd at the sound of the lost boy’s name. This is clearly not how things are done. Even the newest recruits shift uncomfortably - waiting. She watches the understanding settle in the line of Killian’s shoulders as he nods at the newest member of his crew. After a moment, one of the men who’d been holding the plank reaches out and tucks the card into the folds of the sail and then looks to his captain. Killian turns to the boy before nodding again.

“Jack,” he repeats, loud enough for everyone to hear.

There’s barely a splash as the body disappears beneath the surface, hardly a sound in that chilling stillness that Neverland possessed, but it resonates across the deck and Emma feels something shift. Wendy moves to help lift the next body onto the plank as Killian waits. A name is called from somewhere near the back, too quiet to place among the rows of former lost boys, but Killian repeats it as he had first one and there’s a moment of solemnness before another splash echoes across the deck.

He names each of them -they all do - friends and brothers calling out to identify the fallen, to remember them before they’re laid to rest where Pan will never find them, where he’ll never hurt them again.

***

“What do you think he’ll do?”

Killian looks up at her standing in his doorway, shirt slipping over his head, catching on his hook. “Pan?” He sets to working the fabric free, hair windswept and sticking up at strange angles, skin still marked with the blood of the children he’d carried.

Emma nods. He’d said there’d be consequences and she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it since they’d gotten the last boy off the beach and onto the ship, his body wrapped in a sheet and sent to the depths with the others.

“I don’t know, but he won’t be happy.”

She worries her lip between her teeth, casting a glance down the hall to the steps where overhead the boys are being introduced to their new life of piracy. “Darling makes ‘em spend days scrubbing the ship clean when they first come aboard. Says it ‘builds character’,” Will had explained. “Let it go already - it’s been nine years.”

“Not having second thoughts, are you?”

She shakes her head. She knows she did the right thing, that the children that died yesterday deserved some amount of dignity, of care, even in death, that those who lived deserved to see that they mattered, that they would be missed, that they wouldn’t be cast aside or forgotten. And that they wouldn’t be forced to be a tool in Pan’s neverending need for more playthings.

“No, but I guess… I guess I didn’t consider that the consequences might not just be mine.” He could come for any of them. As far as Pan knows, she doesn’t exist. But Killian and Wendy, Will and everyone else on this ship could fall victim to Pan’s anger because of her.

“Every person out there made a choice today, Swan. Something they haven’t been able to do in a very long time.” He finally gets the shirt free of his brace and lifts his gaze to hers. “Whatever consequences befall us now, the burden will be all of ours to bear. Not just yours.” He waits until she nods in agreement, then moves to dip his hand and hook into a basin, Emma watching as the water turns a murky red. “I will say though, Swan, I pity Pan for when he finally finds himself on the wrong side of your wrath. You’ve turned all of Neverland against him, even his own.”

“I think he did that himself when he tried to kill them.”

Killian shakes his head, grabbing a dampened cloth with his hook and scrubbing at the blood and sand dried to his hand. “The fact that they’d defy Pan and choose their fallen friends… the fact that half of them didn’t run for the treeline to beg him to take them back… You’ve changed something, love. You’ve done more for the creatures of this island in a week than any of us have managed in centuries.”

“I couldn’t just do nothing,” she mutters, crossing her arms and shrugging awkwardly.

Killian gives a short, humourless laugh, avoiding her gaze, scrubbing harder as the cloth continues to slip from his hook. “Believe me, Swan, it’s very easy to do nothing.”

Emma takes a step into the room. “You didn’t do nothing.”

“I didn’t do nearly as much as I could have.”

“Stop it,” she scolds, crossing the space between them and taking the rag from him. He startles as she grabs his wrist, running the cloth over the blood caked into his palm. She knows her hair and clothes probably look just as bad - everyone out on the deck today carrying the stain of Pan’s cruelty on their skin. “You did what you could while staying alive. You can’t protect people if you’re dead. You can’t protect your crew, and you can’t protect the kids Pan sends your way if you’re dead.” He doesn’t have an answer to that. Good.

They stand in silence as she finishes her task. When she can’t pretend to be cleaning the now non-existent blood anymore - the most stubborn bit finally wiped clean - when she can’t avoid saying what she came to say anymore, she sighs. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I know you could have just as easily made me leave them there on the beach - that it probably would have been the safer choice.”

She rests the cloth in his open hand, focusing on it instead of him. She’s not great at this ‘thank you’ thing, at people understanding her the way he had on the shore today.

“I don’t think anyone could make you do anything easily, Swan,” he teases and she shrugs, matching his hesitant smirk. “And it may have been the safe thing to do, but it wouldn’t have been the right thing.” His fingers curl around hers, keeping her there and drawing her attention back to him. “I should thank you as well.”

“For what?” she echoes, frowning. She’s pretty sure she’s done nothing but cause problems for him since she got here.

“For reminding me that I can still choose to do the right thing. I’d started to believe I’d forgotten how.”

Her frown deepens. “Killian, you’ve done the right thing since -'' always, she wants to say, since she met him and made him bring her back here. He’s done right by her and her son and everyone else here from the beginning.

“Since you chained me to that bloody sick bed,” he finishes, smirking again even as he shakes his head in disbelief, thumb is stroking across her knuckles - she doesn’t think he means to be doing it. “I don’t seem to have the option where you’re concerned. It’s exhausting, really.” Emma does her best not to laugh, not when he takes a step closer, fingers curling more purposefully around hers, the metal of his ring cool against her skin as he drops the cloth, eyes focused on hers like he’s trying to find an answer in them. Voice soft, the teasing gone now he breathes, “you’re a bloody marvel, Swan,” and he’s so damn close now that she can feel his words warm against her cheek, can smell the salt and leather and rum that clings to his skin even after a day like today.

He doesn’t move and she can’t decide if she wants him to, if the pounding of her heart stems from a desire to have him close the distance between them or from fear of what it would mean if he did. He’s watching her like he’s trying to decide the same and the words come out before she can stop them.

“Are you going to kiss me again?”

His brow quirks up in amusement, before it shifts into that smug arch that’s become so familiar. “I believe you’re the one who’s initiated all of our previous dalliances, love,” he points out and she can feel her face going hot because he’s not wrong - she’s been throwing herself at him every chance she gets since that first kiss that was meant to distract him. “But aye,” he continues before the embarrassment gives her time to second guess herself. His hand lifts to her cheek, thumb tracing over her lip. “If you’ve no objections…”

She should have some objections - like that making out with the really hot, annoyingly heroic pirate that makes her feel all kinds of confusing things she doesn’t want to be feeling is a really bad idea. But her head shakes without her permission and then he’s leaning in, carefully and agonizingly slowly until his lips only barely brush hers, the taste and heat of his mouth leaving her aching for the promise of more. She’d accuse him of teasing, only it doesn’t feel like a tease, more like a question as his lips catch hers gently, chaste and slow before pulling away and hesitating a moment longer.

Emma’s fingers reach to tangle in his hair as she resists the urge to pull him to her like she has in the past. He lets out a small sigh at her touch and she can almost taste it before his mouth is on hers again, kiss slow and deep, swallowing the small sound she lets out when his brace slides low across her back to draw her closer. He kisses her like they’ve never done this before, every brush of his lips and stroke of his tongue and exploration and she’ll never get over how strongly her body reacts to him and the all-consuming way his mouth claims hers.

She breathes his name and he lets out a low growl, hand tightening in her hair, pulling her closer, teeth dragging over her lip like he can catch the sound before soothing it with his tongue. He walks them back across the room to the door, pushing it shut, cradling her head against the impact as he presses her into the wood, mouth not leaving hers. She’s taken aback for a moment by the gentleness of his touch, but then his lips leave hers to trail the length of her neck and the shuddering heat that burns her everywhere his tongue meets her skin has her arching into him, need pooling low in her stomach.

Emma lets out a small whimper when he follows the line of her shirt to the swell of her breasts and Killian groans, pulling away, forehead resting against hers as they both pant into the space between them. “I don’t have the energy to do everything I want to do to you tonight,” he sighs.

“How about just some of it?” she asks and he laughs, hand tracing the same path his mouth had, stopping at the center of her chest, over her heart, and sounding as frustrated as she feels - but also just as exhausted. Today had been a trying day, even by Neverland standards, and they’re both weary and still covered in blood and dirt and sweat from the exertion.

“I know,” she agrees with a sigh, even if she doesn’t like it. Her hands slide from where they’d woven themselves into his hair to settle on his chest, his skin warm and soft against the coarse hair, heart beating hard under her palm. “Can I…” He waits, gaze focused on her even as she looks at the floor. She hates feeling vulnerable, but with everything that’s happened, with what Wendy told her about the shadows, and the now growing threat of an angry, vindictive Pan she just… “Can I stay?”

They hadn’t talked about it in the morning, about Emma coming to his room the night before, the ship so loud with the cries of those broken children thrust into adulthood too young, into piracy against their will. She’d been gone before he woke, chasing phantoms across the deck and jumping off ships and they’d pretended as though it had never happened. And she’d been grateful for that. It made her feel brave enough to ask now, to admit that she needed this.

He seems surprised by her question before an expression of gentle understanding softens his features. “Aye, love,” he nods, reaching to brush her probably wild and matted hair from her eyes. “I’d like that.” The hitch of her heart calms when she realizes that maybe he also doesn’t want to be alone tonight, that maybe he needs the comfort and safety of another person after all the tragedy they’ve seen these last few days.

He kisses her again, soft and gentle and easing some of the dread that’s made a home in her chest since she left Storybrooke. She thinks he meant it to be chaste, but neither of them seem in any hurry to give up the press of his mouth against hers, the reassuring comfort of his heartbeat, beneath her palm, or the warmth of his calloused fingers against her cheek, the metal of his hook, cool and grounding on her hip.

She lets it go on longer than she should for a kiss like this, one that isn’t building to anything else, that isn’t meant to excite or seduce but just to feel and savour something good for once, something easy. It’s the way she’d kissed him by the water on Solstice. It had been dangerous then and it was dangerous now.

Still, Killian is the one to pull away first, Emma chasing his lips without meaning to before he clears his throat, cheeks flushed and an expression she can’t place in his eyes as they meet hers, like the one he’d worn in the brig - perhaps I would - and suddenly it’s all so much more than it was supposed to be, than it can or should be. He must sense it too because he takes a step back, fog still not fully cleared from his gaze as he straightens.

“I should go ensure the crew are prepared for the night - that there’s a watch planned.” She peels herself off the door so that he can get by. “There’s hot water in the pitcher if you want to wash the day off,” he adds, waiting for her nod, returning it, and then darting out of the room.

Emma sags back against the closed door. What the hell are you doing? She can’t be doing… this. Whatever this is. Not here, certainly not now when she should be focused on her mission, on her son, not when the last time she came close to this was… Her fingers brush over the boot laces tied around her wrist. Look how well that had ended. Look how well it always ends.

By the time Killian returns she’s washed her hair and the worst of the grime from her skin before slipping under the covers in a stolen, clean shirt. She feigns sleep when she hears him move almost silently around the room, there’s the splash of water and the rustle of clothing as she forces her eyes to remain shut. It’s not until she knows he’s standing by the bed, hesitating, like he’s not sure he should still join her now that she’s ‘asleep’ - as though she didn’t ask him if she could spend another night in his bed- that she breaks her pretense.

“Just get in, Killian.” There’s a pause, a stillness in the air before she feels the sheets move and the bed sag beside her as he slides in, settling on his side next to her but leaving enough room that there’s no risk of them touching. And it’s a palpable distance. “Do you… do you want to sleep alone?” she asks quietly, anxious now that this isn’t one of his frustrating gentleman streaks but that he’s changed his mind, that she’s imposing, asking too much of him.

“No,” his voice is just as low as hers and she holds back a small sigh of relief.

“Please don’t make me ask…” Emma feels him calm beside her, the awkward tension leaving him as he inches closer. His fingers ghost over her shoulder for a moment before he slides his arm around her waist and pulls her back against him.

“I’m here, Swan. You don’t have to ask.” The promise is breathed into her hair, lips pressing to the crown of her head as they had the night before and Emma shuts her eyes against the tears that burn at the edges of them. “You’re safe,” he tells her again, like he knows she needs to hear it, and she nods. She knows. Even as the cries of the lost boys drift into the room from above deck and the jungle beyond, she knows.

She turns in his arms, tucking her hands beneath her cheek so she can see him, follow the outline of his jaw and neck in the moonlight that steals through the drawn curtains. Even his silhouette is beautiful, the light playing over the edges of his skin, turning it almost iridescent, and making her want to reach out and trace the curve of his bare shoulder and arm where the shadows suggest shapes in the dark.

“You are too, you know.” Killian might be one of the bravest people she’s ever met, but she knows that Pan terrifies him. And today he pissed him off - because she asked him to. “If Pan wants any of you he’s gonna have to go through me first.” Bold words as they hide beneath the covers like children hoping they won’t be found.

She doesn’t have to see his eyebrow tick up to know that it is. “Aye?”

“I’m scarier than I look.” He bites down on a laugh or a teasing comment. Her fingers found their way to his elbow at some point - she hadn’t meant to. They follow the line of his bicep, his shoulder. “I can keep you all safe.” Her voice nearly breaks on the last word - because she has to. Henry, Killian, Wendy, Will, she needs all of them to survive this. She’s lost everyone she’s cared about. She won’t add them to the list.

His finger is gentle beneath her chin as hers dance across his collarbone and she lifts her gaze to the pale blue that shines even in the dim light. “We’ll keep each other safe then,” he offers like a compromise and she nods. She can do that.

She doesn’t have to ask if he’s going to kiss her this time, and she doesn’t care enough to be conflicted by the fact that she wants him to - not here in the dark where her doubts can’t find her. His hand slides over her cheek, fingers tracing the shell of her ear to curl around the nape of her neck, like he’s mapping his way to her by touch. When he draws her in she goes willingly, mouth meeting his like muscle memory, the heat and feel and taste of him a familiar temptation that she could find blind.

He hums low in the back of his throat when her lips part beneath his in invitation, taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue hot and slow against hers, using his hooked arm to pull her close, legs tangling beneath the sheets. She’s on goddamn fire as he continues to touch her with nothing but his hand in her hair, lips not straying from hers, and it’s not fucking fair because nobody should be able to push all of her buttons and make her want them so badly without even trying. And he’s not trying. This is just… how he is with her, how they are together and it’s maddening and intoxicating and she wonders if it’s always like this when you care.

Fuck. The thought stops her. Fuck, she cares. She cares if he lives or dies - if something were to happen to him… If it happened because of her, she doesn’t -

“Are you alright, love?” The words are spoken against her lips. No, she’s absolutely not. But she’s not dealing with that right now. She doesn’t want to deal with how or why or when she ended up caring so fucking much, what it could do to her, like it’s done so many times before. She shakes her head, ignoring his question, both her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him back to her, mouth slanting over his in a silent sort of plea. He returns it, though his kiss is gentler than hers, softer and less urgent than it had been a moment ago and her heart and mind grow a bit less frantic.

He changes the pace, slowing her, calming her, Emma sinking into the purposeful slide of his mouth and tongue and the tug of his fingers in her hair. He pulls away, their breath shallow and he finds her eyes in the dark again. The shadows don’t let her read his expression, but he must see something in hers because his hand slips from her hair, following the strands down her back to her waist where it flattens against her hip, slipping beneath the fabric of her stolen shirt. He moves so slowly, like he expects her to stop him, or he’s just giving her the chance to, but the heat of his palm trailing up her side is the most agonizing kind of torment and she bites hard on her lip to keep from begging as he inches across her skin.

When his hand finds her breast she lets him swallow the gasp that escapes her and the small curse she lets out when his thumb rolls over her nipple. She breathes his name when he continues to touch her, her nails digging into the back of his shoulders when he moves to nip and lick at the pulse point of her neck. He releases her only long enough to work the few buttons of her shirt open and then his mouth is on her breast and the room fills with her poorly silenced gasps and pleas as he teases her with teeth and tongue.

She’s grateful when he kisses her again, just as his fingers trail over her stomach and dip between her legs, muffling the sound that would have alerted anyone still awake to exactly what was taking place in the dark of the cabin. His touch is fucking perfect, like he’d watched her in that fairy field where he talked her over the edge because ever stroke and curl and thrust is exactly what she likes, exactly what she needs and she knows it won’t take long.

Killian falters when she reaches for him, fingers sliding into the soft, slippery fabric of his pants and finding him hard and straining in her hand. He bites out her name like a curse when she strokes him and he tries and fails to regain his composure. When her mouth claims his he groans into the kiss, his fingers matching the pace she sets with her hand on him and the roll of her hips. His thumb finds her clit and she bites his lip at the meticulousness of his touch, determined and fervid and she thinks he must be close too if he’s trying to send her over the edge so urgently.

Her free hand is vice-like in his hair, holding him to her as they whisper hushed gasps and curses into each other’s mouths and Emma has to turn her head into his shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin as she feels her climax building, hips rocking frantically as he brings her higher and higher. Her grip on his cock tightens, her strokes faster as she nears that edge. His words fall out in a choked mix of encouragement and pleasure, beard rough against her skin, breath hot on her neck, until she feels him tense against her. He groans a muffled ‘fuck, please, Swan,’ against her throat, fingers curling and urging and then she’s coming, back arching and her cry cut off by his mouth on hers before she feels him spill himself in her hand.

“Fuck,” Killian curses, low and breathless in the stillness of the Neverland night. She doesn’t have any words, heart still racing and eyes still shut tight, her body feeling like it’s going to float away despite the heaviness in her limbs. She tugs his mouth back to hers with the grip she still has on his hair and the groan he lets out almost makes her feel bad, exhaustion and desperation and desire wrapped into one, low sound.

He kisses her again, lips moving to her neck, her shoulder, her breast, and she’s about to warn him not to start something he can’t finish as the low hum of warmth settles over her skin, but then his fingers tug the edges of her shirt closed gently, pressing one last kiss to her mouth before standing and retrieving a cloth.

“Was that one of the things you had in mind?” she teases when she hands it back to him and he discards it. Her voice is still breathless and strained as he climbs back into the bed, sliding beneath the covers and taking her hand in his. She watches as he raises it to his lips, placing a kiss to the center of her palm and then weaving his fingers through hers. She tries not to let her heart grow frantic with the mix of fear and longing that surges when he lets their entwined hands rest in the bare space between them.

“That was… wholly unexpected,” he rasps, thick with sleep and sex. She thinks his eyes are drifting shut, the strain of the day finally taking him even as his thumb strokes carefully over the back of hers, slower and slower as he’s pulled under.

She watches him for a moment longer, making out the line of his brow and cheek in the dark, the steady rise and fall of his chest, more relaxed than she’s ever seen him. And as she pulls his hand to her mouth, lips settling against the cool metal of his rings, she knows exactly what he means.

***

Emma wakes to a hand pressed firmly over her mouth, her eyes darting open in panic, muscles tensed, braced for a fight. But where she expects an intruder she finds only Killian, face close to hers, finger held to his lips, and she’d fucking deck him for scaring the shit out of her like this if it weren’t for the seriousness of his expression, the fear he just barely hides beneath the command. She knows that fear can only mean one thing, even before he whispers it into the darkness, eyes darting towards the ceiling, to the deck above them.

Pan.

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Take My Breath Away VIII

Summary:

A glimpse of the past to understand the present.

Warning(s): Death, Grief, Mourning, Language.

Word Count: 2083

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

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Vaeryna had no idea what she would face as she descended through the clouds on the back of her Cannibal.

The Velaryon blockade in the Gullet had been attacked by Triarchy ships and caught in the middle had been the ‘Gay Abandon’ the ship that was carrying her brothers Aegon and Viserys to Pentos.

It had been Jace’s idea to send their brothers to foster with the Prince of Pentos during the war to ensure their safety, but not long after their ship had left Dragonstone, the Triarchy attacked.

Jacaerys and his dragon Vermax had gone to aid the Velaryon fleet and rescue Aegon and Viserys, but he had not returned.

Vaeryna hadn't even finished reading the letter from her mother before she had mounted Cannibal and took to the sky.

The sky was filled with thick black smoke as torn sails, and burning galleys littered the surface of the water. Countless ships had been destroyed.

She had arrived to late to help, and now her brothers were missing.

Vaeryna and Cannibal searched the water of the Gullet for what seemed like an age, passing over the countless charred shipwrecks again and again, calling out Jace’s name.

Just when she was about to give up hope, Cannibal let out a low whine as he turned towards a small island outcrop.

It was barely visible through all the smoke, but Vaeryna squinted her eyes and spotted the body of Vermax resting on a distant shoreline.

Cannibal landed with ground shaking thud, and Vaeryna vaulted from his back, tripping over her own feet as she landed heavily in the sand.

“Vermax” muttered Vaeryna as she ran her hand over the dragons maw.

Cannibal lumbered forward and nudged Vermax, but the dragon was unmoved, one of his eyes had been pierced by a cross bow bolt and a grapnel was tangled around one of his hind legs.

“JACAERYS” screamed Vaeryna as she looked out over the dark rippling water.

Cannibal let out a thunderous earth-shattering roar of anger as he loomed protectively over the body of Vermax.

“J-JACE” shouted Vaeryna, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Sister”

Vaeryna whirled around and spotted her younger brother sitting next to a rocky crag, clinging to the dead body of his dragon Stormcloud.

“Aegon” exclaimed Vaeryna as she slowly approached her shaking little brother.

“Stormy is dead” wailed Aegon.

“I’m so sorry” whispered Vaeryna as she pried Aegon away from his dragon and held him in her arms.

“J-Jace saved me” muttered Aegon pressing his face into Vaeryna’s shoulder.

“Where is Jace?” asked Vaeryna as she looked around wildly.

Aegon raised a shaky hand and pointed towards the other end of the island outcrop.

“Stay with Cannibal” urged Vaeryna.

Aegon wiped his nose on his sleeve and remained on the ground. His little hands once again reaching for Stormcloud.

Vaeryna ran as fast she could and let out a scream of horror as she found Jacaerys face down in the sand.

“No, no, no” begged Vaeryna as she knelt down beside Jace and rolled him over.

There were three broken arrows lodged in his chest, and by some miracle he was still breathing.

“V-Vaeryna” gurgled Jace a trail of blood running from his mouth.

“Come on, we need to get you back to Dragonstone, to Maester Gerardys”.

“Aeg-“ rasped Jace.

“He’s ok-where’s Viserys?” asked Vaeryna.

“I-I couldn’t save him-“ wheezed Jace.

The time to grieve Viserys would have to wait until later, because right now Vaeryna had to get Jace and Aegon back to Dragonstone.

Getting Aegon on the back of Cannibal had been easy enough, but Vaeryna couldn’t lift Jace, no matter how hard she tried.

The tears of rage and frustration rolled down her face, she would not leave her husband here to die alone.

Cannibal sensing his rider’s distress, took the initiative and scooped Jace as gently as he could into his clawed foot.

“Hold him tight” urged Vaeryna as she mounted Cannibal, wrapped her arms around Aegon and gave the command to fly.

In all the time they had been bonded Cannibal had never flown so fast, sensing his riders need for haste.

They had to get back, there couldn’t be any delay. Jace needed see Maester Gerardys immediately.

Soon they were landing on Dragonstone and were surrounded by a flurry of guards.

“Take Jace to Gerardys at once” ordered Vaeryna.

“Yes, of course Princess” replied one of the guards as he hoisted Jace into his arms.

“Vaeryna” exclaimed Rhaenyra.

“Mother” gasped Vaeryna as she rushed into her mothers arms and hugged her.

“Where is Viserys?” asked Rhaenyra looking for her youngest son.

“H-He’s gone mother, he couldn’t be saved” whispered Vaeryna as she clasped her arms around her mother even tighter to prevent her from collapsing to the floor.

“A-Another of my boys lost to the sea,” cried Rhaenyra.

“Let’s get you inside” said Vaeryna as she took her mother by the hand and led her inside Dragonstone.

Vaeryna gently laid down next to Jace and placed her head on his shoulder.

Maester Gerardys had done everything he could to save Jace, but one of the arrows had pierced an artery close to his heart and there was nothing anyone one could do, and it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to his wounds.

Rhaenyra had been inconsolable at the news and had to be escorted to her own chambers, so the duty of watching over Jacaerys in his final moments had fallen to Vaeryna.

“V-Vaeryna” gasped Jace.

“I’m here” replied Vaeryna as she stroked his cheek.

“I-I’m s-sorry”.

“For what?” asked Vaeryna.

“I-I broke my promise” exclaimed Jace.

“None of that matters now” whispered Vaeryna as she placed a kiss on Jace’s forehead.

“L-Love you” wheezed Jace.

“I love you too” replied Vaeryna her eyes filling with tears.

“N-No don’t cry. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” said Jace.

“How am I supposed to live without you?” asked Vaeryna sadly.

“Y-You will find a way” said Jace a tear running down his cheek.

“I wish we had more time”.

“J-Just h-hold m-me” stuttered Jace.

Vaeryna didn’t need telling twice and after some careful manoeuvring, she enveloped Jace in her arms and held him close.

In those moments, Vaeryna could almost imagine the life they would've had - Jace's warm smile as they had a wedding in front of their family, his delight when she told him she was with child, his joy when he held his first born in his arms, his love when he held their second, and his pride when their children had their dragons.

Vaeryna could almost picture a boy with her silver hair and a girl with Jace's dark curls.

But that image began to faded away.

Soon Jace’s breathing began to slow until his chest was barely moving, Vaeryna tried to be strong, but she couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

They had only just got married, albeit in secret but still, it was theirs and theirs alone. It had been filled with so much love that it had been difficult not to consummate but Jace wanted to wait, there was still a war to be won and he would not risk his mother’s alliance with Lord Corlys as technically he was still betrothed to Baela, and of course the sea snake might see it as an insult if he ever found out.

But such things were not important now, all that mattered was Jacaerys.

Jace squeezed her hand and gave her one last weak smile before his eyes became sightless orbs staring into nothingness.

He was gone and he had taken her heart with him.

Vaeryna didn’t exactly know how long she held Jace’s body against her own, but he’d since grown cold, the warmth leaving him forever.

As much as she didn’t want to let him go, Vaeryna knew she had too, she summoned Maester Gerardys and allowed to make the necessary arrangements with the silent sisters as she went to inform her mother of Jace’s death.

Her mother looked haunted, as she stared at the wall. The tears rolling down her cheeks.

“M-My son. My first boy” wailed Rhaenyra as she rocked back and forth in front of the fireplace.

Vaeryna didn’t answer, she just sat next to her mother in silence, allowing her own grief to swallow her whole.

On the day of Jace’s funeral the still quiet air around Dragonstone was filled with the sounds of high-pitched whistling roars as Caraxes made his approach.

Her father at least had the decency to return for this, although Vaeryna was still upset with him for what she saw him doing at Harrenhal with that dark-haired green-eyed whore.

Vaeryna always believed that the type of love her parents had was the stuff of those fairytale books that she used to read as a child. All consuming, ridiculous, and downright gross at times. But then she fell in love with Jace, and she finally understood that what her parents had wasn’t so bad.

But to see her father intimately embraced with a woman who wasn’t her mother, kind of shattered the illusion of true love a little bit, because if a love like what Daemon and Rhaenyra had could be broken, then what hope was there for the rest of them.

She knew her parents had been having issues since the Blood and Cheese incident, but it was still no excuse for her father to take another woman bed.

The brazen whore-Alys she was called, was a creature of opportunity and had tried to tempt Vaeryna with her sweetened voice, whispering of prophecy and visions in the flames. But it was to no avail as Vaeryna would not listen to the incessant ramblings of a wanton ally cat with looser morals than her old cunny.

No. Today was not the time to dwell on her father’s questionable exploits it was about paying respects to Jacaerys and saying goodbye.

There so few of them left now, and in her solitude, Rhaenyra had grown paranoid for the lives of her remaining children.

So, after the funeral had been conducted and Jace’s body had been burnt by the fires of her dragon Syrax, Rhaenyra had commanded Vaeryna to take her little brother Aegon to the Vale.

It was actually Daemon who gave pause, he mused that word would soon spread about the battle of the Gullet and the losses incurred. But what if it was assumed that Aegon had also perished alongside his brothers.

He was the last male child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, and he was a risk to the Greens, what better way to ensure his continued safety than to have people think that he was dead.

Vaeryna had so far stayed out of the war at her mothers command and if she was to return to the Vale with Aegon under cloak no one would be any wiser.

Of course, Lady Jeyne would need to be informed of the situation, but it was the only way to ensure Aegon’s safety whilst the war still raged.

Rhaenyra was hesitant to agree at first, but he was the last of her sons to live and she didn’t know how she would cope if she lost him, so with a heavy heart and promise from Vaeryna, the last of the rightful Queens children were on their way to the Vale under the cover of nightfall.

Originally the plan had been to keep Aegon hidden in the Vale until the war was over.

Kings Landing had fallen to her mother and the kinslayer had fallen victim to the praying mantis at Harrenhal, at her father’s request as it turned out.

Of course, the whore had been more than happy to keep the pretty green boy company, and for all the insults Vaeryna could have levied against her, deep down she was a tiny bit impressed, Aemonds own mother had been imprisoned and yet the boy too enamoured with his bed mate had so far seemed disinclined to take his leave and return to Kings Landing to rescue her.

Her mother now sat the Iron Throne as she was always meant too, victory was within their grasp.

But then word reached the Vale of Maelor and Daeron’s deaths, then her sweet aunt Helaena had flung herself from one of the windows in Maegor’s Holdfast.

Riots were erupting all over Kings Landing and in his anger Aemond had abandoned Harrenhal, taken to the skies on Vhagar and set fire the River Lands, destroying everything and everyone in his path.

Sabitha Fey took revenge for those who had been lost during the River Lands massacre and executed Alys when she seized control of Harrenhal, of course the old witch had tried to charm her way out of the shit she was in, but Sabitha would not be moved, and with one quick swipe of her blade, Alys had lost her head.

The worst news Vaeryna received was that her mother and father were dead.

Her father had gone to challenge Aemond, the two of them had fought in the skies above the Gods Eye on the back of their dragons, and her father had perished alongside his faithful dragon Caraxes.

Vaeryna couldn’t believe it, her father was gone. He seemed so indestructible, there was nothing he couldn’t do, at one point she was convinced her father would outlive them all.

Then there was her mother, her beautiful mother who had died alongside Syrax trying to save the dragons trapped in the pit.

Dreamfyre and Morghul had managed to flee albeit injured but her mother and Syrax had not been so lucky. But to hear of it was something else, the realms delight had stared death in the face and fought bravely until the very end, killed by the people of Kings Landing who had once raised their cups in celebration of her name.

Vaeryna was inconsolable after the deaths of her parents, she locked herself in her chambers and refused to see or speak to anyone.

They were gone, her brothers, her parents. There was no one left except for her and Aegon.

The Greens celebrated their victory in Kings Landing and Vaeryna mourned in the Vale.

Vaeryna couldn’t stop thinking about the last thing her mother had said too her as they stood on the shores of Dragonstone, she had known all along about her relationship with Jacaerys, and they would have been given her blessing had he lived. But she urged Vaeryna to consider a marriage to Cregan Stark, not for loyalty or political alliance but for safety.

Lord Stark was indeed a good honourable man and Vaeryna would not only keep her promise to her mother to keep Aegon safe no matter the cost, but she would marry Stark and go North, Cannibal wouldn’t like the snow, but he would get used to it in time.

But then a letter arrived from the King and her plans changed again, she was foolish to think the Greens would leave her alone.

Obviously, they still thought that she was the last living child of Rhaenyra and Daemon, and they couldn’t risk her marrying elsewhere.

The usurper King couldn’t sire anymore children and his only living child was a girl, so it was pretty obvious what they wanted her for.

Jeyne and Cregan had been instrumental in their aide when it came to covering up Aegon’s survival, but Vaeryna knew the Greens would come eventually and when they discovered her brother was alive, he would be killed. His very existence was a threat to the Greens hold on the Iron Throne.

Even in death her mother still had supporters and Vaeryna wouldn’t have her brother being used as some figurehead to start another war.

Cregan offered to take Aegon to Winterfell, he was of an age where he could be passed off as his son. Obviously, the hair would need to be covered but it was the only thing that made any sense, of course running away to Essos had it’s merits but how soon before they were discovered.

At least if Vaeryna sold herself to the Greens, she would be close enough to hear of any whispers surrounding her brother should they receive word of his survival. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Vaeryna had to harden her heart and strengthen her resolve as she was about to enter the den of green snakes.

She would do her duty and lay with the kinslayer, she would bear his children and one day her son would be King, the blood of her mother and father would sit the Iron Throne. Her son would carry their legacy within him.

Informing Aegon of what was going to happen had been difficult, the boy had screamed and cried for days.

He was so young, but he had to know, he had to understand that all of this was for him, to keep him safe.

Cregan had been worth his salt in that regard as well, and after spending the day with the wolf, Aegon begrudgingly accepted his fate.

Jeyne wasn’t too happy with what Vaeryna was willing to sacrifice but she had no choice but to accept it. Vaeryna’s mind was made up.

She would go to Kings Landing and do her duty. Of course, if they were under the expectation that she would be meek and submissive, they were sadly mistaken.

Those green cunts clearly had no idea what they were letting themselves in for. Vaeryna was the daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon, rider of the Cannibal and she was ready.

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 4: Even the Score

It's not often that a Mandalorian asks for help. It's even more surprising when he asks you. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-3 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: None for this chapter, whole fic is violent and smutty so minors DNI!

Length: 5.5k

You weren’t in pain when you woke up.

It took you a moment to even realize where you were, the lighting in the Mandalorian’s quarters dim. You had to fight to remember what happened, the last thing you recalled staggering up the ramp of the Razor Crest and collapsing in the hold. The rest came back quickly, though. Finding the medical supplies, sewing your side shut, Mando returning with the quarry - a quarry who knew who you were. The bounty hunter helping you to his bunk and stitching the gash on your back while you dug your fingers into his leg.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been out but your body felt strangely intact. You tested moving your fingers and toes before bringing your hand gently to your side to examine the wound there. It was closed - completely, like you’d never been cut at all. You frowned, reaching around to find your back. It was healed, too.

Sitting up slowly, you tested your oddly healthy body’s range of motion. Nothing hurt, you weren’t even sore. How long had you been out? There was a bottle of water beside the bunk, which you took, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry. You looked down. Your legs were bare and you were in a shirt that was a few sizes too large for you and suspiciously blood free.

Standing took a bit more effort. It was obvious you hadn’t used your legs in a bit and they were shaky as you made your way slowly from the bunk out to the rest of the ship. The hum of the engines made it likely you were en route to your next destination - wherever that might be. You stopped where you’d been stitching yourself up but there was no blood on the floor. He’d cleaned up then.

You made your way slowly through the ship, peering into the galley only to find it empty, before climbing the ladder to the cockpit. He’d told you to keep out before but you figured this was an exception to the rule. You knocked on the hatch to give him a second to prepare before easing it open.

He glanced over his shoulder as you hovered near the hatch, arms crossed over your still only partially clothed body.

“You’re up,” he said, looking back to his screen. You nod in response before realizing that he couldn’t see you.

“How long was I out?” You asked.

“Two days,” he replied, not looking at you. You nodded slowly.

“You used the bacta patches,” you said, more a statement than a question.

“Yes,” he said. You caught a tension in his voice, one you may not have noticed when you first met him but seemed obvious now.

“Why?” You asked.

“Watching someone suffer for the sake of suffering isn’t in my nature,” he still wouldn’t look at you. You nodded again, more for yourself and to give your body something to do.

“Where are we headed?”

“Coruscant,” he replied. He glanced back at you again. “The people who… want you. How many are there? Would you be safe in a spaceport there or should I find a shuttle to the planet?”

You considered just how much you could keep to yourself while still answering honestly.

“Spaceport is fine,” you said. “I’m valuable, but only to a handful of people. Most won’t have any idea who I am and, as far as I know, those who do want me are playing it close to the chest. They’re powerful and have plenty of resources but they’re not sending someone like you after me. Not yet, anyway.”

He didn’t say anything, leaving you both there in silence.

“Sorry for intruding,” you muttered, climbing back through the hatch and returning to the hold. You missed him turning to watch you go.

Usually, you got dressed every day in the fresher, but the crate offered a better mirror. You decided to risk changing in the hold - suddenly realizing the Mandalorian had to have seen you naked to have gotten you changed, anyway - so you could examine the places where your injuries would be. You twisted in the reflection, nothing but a red mark - like someone had slapped you - left where gaping wounds had been just two days earlier. You touched the flesh at your side, almost like you wanted to prove to yourself that you were whole. It was still strange that the Mandalorian had used bacta. The patches cost an arm and a leg and it’s not like he cared what happened to you beyond delivering you alive to Dantooine. You’d been surprised that he’d helped you at all, his hands surprisingly gentle as he cleaned your wounds and sewed you up. He’d let you collapse against him, tried to take your pain while he worked on you… it didn’t make sense. He didn’t trust you enough to take his helmet off anywhere near you but seeing you hurting bothered him. You shook your head as you put on some of the clothes you’d bought on Hosnian Prime. You didn’t understand him at all.

You wanted to go through your routine - train, use your body and feel strong - but, while you weren’t in pain, your body was tired. It felt like you’d spent days doing nothing but work to become stronger and better. Instead, you climbed on top of the crate and jumped, catching the pipe to pull yourself into your hiding spot. This time, though, just that made you out of breath. You stretched out, the new skin stretching and pulling, before seeing if there was something - anything - on your data pad you might have missed about Mandalorians.

You were only there for a few hours when you heard the telltale sound of the hatch opening. You peered down from your perch, watching as he came to stand below you. He looked up at you, his arms crossed as you frowned down at him.

“We’re coming up on Coruscant,” he said. You nodded, still frowning. He turned to leave before stopping and looking back to you. “How do you get up there?”

“I could show you,” you said. “But then I’d have to kill you.”

He laughed once, shaking his head, and you smiled. You hadn’t made him laugh before. It was a nice sound.

“I’ll show you how I get down, though,” you said. “That’s a less closely guarded secret.”

He stepped back, giving you space as you slipped to the edge of the nook and jumped down, landing lightly on the balls of your feet.

He just watched you as you stood up straight. His visor stayed still but you could feel how his eyes went up your body, making you frown. He turned and walked, wordlessly, to the cockpit and you trailed behind him.

Coruscant, at least, looked like you remembered. You’d been all over the planet before the fall of the Empire but the context was so different that you doubted anyone who knew you then would recognize you now. Mando guided the ship into a port not too far from where you’d usually dock near the Imperial Senate building - probably the New Republic Senate building now, you realized. A lot had changed in the last two years.

The Mandalorian was wordless as always as he went to the hold, you following again, pulling yourself on top of a crate to watch him prepare. But he gathered less than usual before standing next to your perch, looking up at you. “Come down,” he said, nodding toward the ground. “I need to talk to you.”

You sighed but obeyed. Of course he’d only want to talk to you if you had to look up at him instead of the other way around.

“Can’t handle talking up to someone, can you?” You asked, partially because you meant it but more because you wanted to go back to your old rapport. It’s not like you had much of a relationship but this dynamic - one where he’d helped you and maybe showed that he cared about more than just dropping you off on another world - was uncomfortable.

“Here,” he thrust a com link into your hand. You frowned down at it, turning it over in your fingers. “What, have you never used a com before?”

“Yes, I’m a newborn babe in the woods,” you rolled your eyes. “I just don’t know why you’re giving me this now, you didn’t when you left before…”

“I don’t like coming back to my ship to find someone screaming when I don’t expect it,” he said bluntly. “Get in trouble, call me. Get in a bad enough spot, take the ship and get off world and I’ll meet you.”

“I thought you’d hunt me across the galaxy and kill me for taking your ship,” you frowned up at him.

“For stealing my ship,” he replied. “It’s not stealing if I know you’re taking it and where it’s going.”

You didn’t say anything.

“I’ll be back tonight,” he said, turning for the gate. Your eyebrows raised. He must have sensed your shock because he answered your unspoken question without even looking at you. “I have a meeting. It should only be a few hours. Stay on he ship.” He turned to look at you. “And if you get hurt, use the damned bacta.”

Part of you wanted to defy his orders on principle. You’d always liked Coruscant, the place was so different than your home world. Naboo was lush and green and natural while Coruscant was sleek and artificial and bursting with so many different cultures melting together. You loved Naboo but Coruscant was exciting.

But you knew better. Yes, the chances of anyone recognizing you here now - especially among billions - was basically zero. But what were the chances of the Mandalorian’s quarry knowing who you were? Equally low, you figured. If you got into a fight now like you had on Hosnian Prime, it was highly unlikely you’d leave it alive. You wouldn’t be able to move as quickly as you had then, and you could tell that - while your flesh was knitted together and muscle connected - you were still a bit low on blood. Staying on the ship was the smart thing to do.

You felt strangely antsy, waiting for Mando to walk in at any moment. It was odd, being more aware of his plans. You weren’t sure if you liked it or not.

He was right, he wasn’t gone long. Only three hours after he left he returned, shaking his head, frustration pouring off him in waves. You’d been sitting atop a crate when he came back and you watched him pace as he took off his gear, putting things away in his fastidious fashion, before he came to a stop in front of you.

“I need a favor,” he said, looking up at you.

“The great Mandalorian is in need of help,” you leaned forward so your elbows were on your knees and your face was almost level with his helmet. He grunted an affirmation. “Surprised you’d ask an Imperial for assistance…”

“You’re not Imperial,” he said, impatient. You were taken aback, blinking away your shock. “I’m not going to pretend like you are.”

“Maybe I pissed off an old boss,” you replied with a cavalier shrug. Really, you were panicking. It suddenly felt like the history you’d invented based on his assumption - the crafted web of lies you’d tended to to hide your identity - was threatened. “Imperials kill each other all the time.”

“Imperials don’t put their lives on the line to protect a stranger,” he said. “You’re not Imperial.”

You considered him for a moment. You’d never even seen this man’s face, you couldn’t trust him, not really. He knew exactly who wanted you now. What if the meeting he’d just been to was discussing terms of surrendering you to them?

But something in you told you he was safe. He wasn’t going to turn you in or slit your throat in your sleep. The lie he’d inadvertently invented about your allegiances wasn’t going to change that.

“Fine,” you said. “You’re right. I’m not Imperial, never have been.”

“Why did you say you were?” He asked, arms crossed over his chest.

“I didn’t,” you shrugged. “You did. I said I had Imperial ties, which was true. I had to talk to a lot of Imperials. I worked with some for almost a decade.”

He considered you for a moment.

“I don’t like being indebted to people,” he began but you cut him off.

“I’m only able to breathe without writhing in pain right now because of you,” you said. “I owe you. Even the score.”

“Fine,” he said. “I need help… getting into a party.”

“A party,” you said, tone flat. He nodded. “OK… how can I help?”

“I need a…” he looked you up and down again. “Doll to get me in the door.”

“Why?” You said, ignoring the use of his infantilizing nickname. He sighed.

“A brother Mandalorian has a foundling,” he replied. “She’s been in his care for three years, since the Empire killed her family. She’s been taken.”

Your stomach clenched, all urges to joke out of your system.

“The party?” You asked.

“According to my contact, there is a party tonight where the person who took her may be,” he said. “We can’t just go in with guns blazing. We’re not sure who has her, if she’s safe and what might happen if we do. We need to be sure so we can find her and bring her home.”

You nodded slowly.

“So you want me to go in and see what I can learn?” You asked, frowning. He shook his head.

“I want you to use your diplomatic skills to get me in,” he replied. “I need someone who can pass as an invitee to get me in the door so I can follow this lead. It’s supposed to be a…” he paused, searching for the words before reluctantly settling on one. “Fancy affair, with the flesh traders of the galaxy there. Do you think you can get us in?”

“I can get me in,” you replied. “But will anyone there know your face? Do you have anything besides a flight suit to wear?”

“I’ll wear this,” he said, as though that settled it. You scoffed.

“No,” you shook your head. “I can’t just get a Mandalorian into a party with slavers, they wouldn’t let you past the door. But if you just take off the helmet…”

“No,” he said, so sharply it made you jump a little. “I can’t. You need to find another way to get me in.”

You considered him for a moment, thinking.

“Does it have to be that helmet?” You asked, nodding at the shining metal. He didn’t respond. “Because if it can be any helmet… I could retrofit a Kel Dor mask for you, make it a whole headpiece.”

“You could?” He asked, sounding surprised.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I’ve done something similar before. I know a place on planet where we could find one to start with… when is the party?”

“Two days,” he replied. You nodded again.

“That’s a time crunch,” you said. “But I think I can do it. Assuming I can find a Kel Dor mask, anyway.”

“How are you getting in?” He asked.

“Please,” you snorted. “I can get me in. I’ll just need some makeup…”

“Get whatever you need,” he cut you off. “It’s important.”

“I’ll need some measurements for you,” you replied, nodding toward his head. “Without the helmet, to make sure the mask fits right.” He took a step back from you, his hands dropping to his sides, fingers clenching. You frowned. “What?”

“Find a way to do it without them,” he snapped, turning to leave. You sighed.

“You know what, Mando?” You followed him. “You’re going to have to trust me eventually, you’ve seen me naked, what difference does it make if I see your damn face?”

“I’ve never seen you naked,” he turned back to you. “I changed my helmet to heat sensor so I could get you out of your bloody clothes without looking. And it has nothing to do with trust.”

You blinked in surprised, oddly touched by the lengths he’d gone to to preserve your dignity while you were unconscious in his bed.

“So what is it then?” You demanded. “You can’t wear that thing all the time around everyone…”

“Yes I can,” he said. His voice was quiet. “I cannot remove my helmet or have anyone look on my face. I would be an apostate. This is the way.”

Your eyes searched where you were sure his were under the mask. You could feel him there, like you were looking into him. In your readings about Mandalorians, it made it seem like - while the armor was important - it wasn’t a constant requirement. You’d been wrong.

“I’m sorry,” you gripped your upper arms. “I didn’t know.”

He didn’t say anything, both of you just looking at each other in the hold.

“Are you allowed to take it off alone?” You asked quietly, eyebrows drawing together. He nodded. “OK…” You thought another moment. “Could I hold it if I couldn’t see you?” He paused before nodding once. You nodded back. “How about this. You go in the fresher. Take off the helmet and set it outside the door. I’ll wait in the galley. You tell me when you’re done and I’ll take measurements based off the inside of the helmet. I get the measurements, your face stays secret and we have a way for you to infiltrate the party.”

“OK,” he said, still looking at you.

“OK,” you said back. You held his gaze for another moment before going to the galley. You heard him go into the fresher, the distinctive sound of the metal of his helmet meeting the floor clear even from a room away. The door closed. “Ready,” he called through the door.

You emerged and found the helmet there on the ground. You sat down beside it, back against the fresher door, before taking it in your hands. It was heavier than you’d expected. You wondered how his neck wasn’t killing him, holding this up all the time. You felt the inside of it, getting a vague idea of the size of his head and making what estimation notes you could on your data pad.

“Is it OK if I put it on?” You asked through the door, holding the helmet in your hands and looking down at it. Your image of him was so tied to this mask it was like you were holding him there, touching him. “Then I can try on the Kel Dor options and compare.”

“Yes,” he said after a moment. His voice without the modulator was oddly comforting. You could listen to him read ship maintenance logs and enjoy it.

You held the helmet so it was level with your face, like you were looking him in the eye before turning it and, with some reverence, lowering it onto your head. It was loose but not too massive. When the back of your head was flush with the back wall of the helmet, if you pursed your lips like a kiss, you could just brush against the front of the helmet.

You took a moment and sat there, looking at the world through his eyes. All this time, you’d assumed he was faceless to you because he chose it. That he had all the respect for you that he had for his quarries. You thought he’d hated you and the persistent presence of the mask was proof of it. You hadn’t realized what the helmet actually meant to him.

You took a deep breath, realizing the slightly woodsy scent must be what he smelled like below the armor and the flight suit. It suited him, you thought. A hunter smelling wild but like home.

After a moment, you lifted the helmet off your head and set it, gently, on the floor. It felt strange to leave it there. It wasn’t just a helmet to you anymore but an extension of the man who’d nursed you back to health, taking care to protect you while he did. Leaving it on the ground was wrong. But you got up and went to the galley before calling out to him. The door opened and you heard him pick up the helmet, putting it back on his head where it belonged.

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He regretted letting you put on the helmet. He knew it was helpful, that you needed a way to get him into this party to rescue his brother’s foundling. But now he knew how you smelled. There was a sweetness to you, something floral and fresh and he found himself straining to pick up the scent of you long after he was sure you no longer lingered in his helmet. He’d gotten a taste and wanted more.

You’d apologized before you left to find supplies you needed to make his disguise, your voice soft as you explained that you hadn’t understood his creed. He got what you meant, could feel the change in your demeanor. You’d taken it personally, all this time. Thought he’d been looking down on you or insulting you by refusing to show you his face. No wonder you’d clashed with him so much.

It’s not like you were even gone for very long. The part of Coruscant he’d docked in was apparently the area you were most familiar with and you took off in search of materials, returning just a few hours later with bags but the whole time you were away from the ship, he paced. It was, in part, because such a vital part of his plan was outside his hands. But it was more because he didn’t know where you were. The last time you’d been out of his sight and weren’t safely stashed in his ship, he came back to find you bleeding and in agony. What if one of the people searching for you found you and he didn’t know? What if you just got jumped by a criminal while you were too weak to properly defend yourself? What if you got hurt or died trying to help him?

He didn’t understand why he cared. You were cargo. He didn’t get attached to cargo. Even now he knew almost nothing about your past, only that you were, in fact, not Imperial. Getting just that out of you was like pulling teeth. But he wanted to know and that bothered him.

The relief that washed over him when you came back in one piece was shocking in its intensity. The closest comparison was when he realized he’d reached you before the lightning struck you dead. The feeling was the same, just stronger now. He ground his teeth. He couldn’t get attached to cargo.

You worked diligently all night and all through the next day, constructing a convincing helmet for him. He watched you from afar, trying to do it out of the corner of his eye so you wouldn’t know or be disturbed but he wasn’t sure how good a job of it he did.

Just a few hours before the party, you found him in the galley, where he’d gone to try to distance himself from the tightness that appeared in his chest when he looked at you.

“I think I have it,” you said, the helmet tucked under your arm and a bundle of fabric in the other. You handed him the helmet. “It’s not going to be as nice a fit as your actual one but it’ll be fine for a night. I tried it on, you should have good vision but not all the toys you are apparently used to.” You set the bundle on the small table, pulling pieces out one by one. “I think, if you need to have your face covered, your skin all has to be covered too, right?” He nodded, surprised. You didn’t seem to notice. “That’s what I thought. OK. This shirt should cover your neck and tuck up below where the helmet meets so you’re set there. The sleeves are long and there are these gloves…” you held them up for him to see. “That should handle the rest of you. On top there’s this caped jacket that I found that should cover where your armor sits, and be big enough that your plates can go on underneath. Same with the pants. Your boots should be fine for them, too.

“The helmet is a little off from what Kel Dor wear but I doubt we’ll run into another one and almost no one outside the Kel Dor will know what an off-world ceremonial piece will look like, anyway.”

He picked up the jacket and pulled it on over his flight suit and armor. You reached up and adjusted the shoulders, tugging the sleeves into the right position, smoothing the collar before stepping back and looking him over. A moment later, you nodded. Satisfied, apparently.

“This should work,” you said, more to yourself than to him, a hand idly touching the jacket before looking up to his face, your mouth a grim line. “This will work.”

“It has to,” he said. You nodded, your face serious, before turning to get ready yourself.

Din took his time. He cleaned his weapons, using it as a chance to center himself. A child’s life was at risk. If they failed now, they may never get her back. He found ways to stash armaments as he got dressed in the different clothes, uncomfortable about how much he’d need to leave behind on his ship, before slowly taking his helmet off. He looked at himself in the small mirror he kept in his quarters for things like shaving or cutting his hair. It had been a long time since he’d seen himself in something besides his fight suit and armor. It may as well have been a stranger looking back at him. He put the helmet you made on his head, breathing deeply as it slid into place. Your scent was there, faint, but waiting for him.

It fit him better than he’d anticipated. It would stay on securely and move with him like he was used to but he would’t have the tools he liked to have when he was hunting. He growled to himself. This was going to be dangerous.

He emerged, pausing at the entry to the hold, calling out to you.

“Are you…” he stopped. How to ask this without offending you? “…Decent?”

You laughed a little.

“It’s safe, Mando,” you said and he stepped into the hold but he froze the second he saw you.

You were walking toward him, putting an earring in your ear. The ship could have been burning around him and he wouldn’t have noticed. He’d have only seen you.

Your gown was long, covering your feet and brushing the ground, but it fit your shape perfectly. The dress softly flowed over you, like someone had captured water as it washed over your body and made it corporeal, the fabric light enough that he could glimpse the color of your skin below. Your shoulders were bare and the neckline was low, your breasts pressed high, the lush curve making him want to remove his gloves and brush his fingertips over your flesh. He imagined, for a moment, what it would feel like. Your warmth, your softness. It had been so long since he’d really touched something soft. He wanted, desperately, to know what you looked like with nothing but yourself.

You’d styled your hair, too, half of it up in twists and braids, exposing the slender column of your throat, the rest hanging in soft curls down your back. And he’d never seen you with makeup, your lips painted red, lashes long, like if you put your cheek against his he’d feel them brush his face. He wondered if you’d leave red marks where your lips met his skin.

He shook himself mentally. Cargo. He didn’t get attached to cargo.

“I rented a speeder earlier,” you said, completely oblivious to the fact that Din had spent what felt like a small eternity thinking of what it would be like to touch you, to truly see you. “Used an old name, one I’m leaving anyway, so it shouldn’t be linked to you at all and shouldn’t make any new problems for me… How are you feeling? Comfortable?”

It took him a moment to realized that you were asking about the clothes.

“Fine,” he said gruffly.

“Good,” you smiled softly before your face hardened. “Tonight, let me do the talking unless you really can’t avoid saying something. I have a plan and I’ll need you to go along with it for this to work.”

“Do I get to know this plan?” He asked.

“I’m going to be your slave,” you winced as you said it but it passed quickly. “You bought me when I was young - around the age of the girl we’re looking for. How old is she?”

“Six,” he said, his stomach turning at the thought. You nodded.

“Six,” you said. “You’re after someone new to meet your needs and you want me to… train her. You’re leaving me in charge of finding a girl and picking her.”

He ground his teeth and you must have sensed the disgust rolling off of him.

“I know,” you said quietly, meeting his eyes beneath his new helmet. “We’re going to save her.” He nodded once. Failure wasn’t an option. “For this to pass, you’re going to need to actually touch me. Back, side, shoulder, arm are all fine. Try not to be too physically far from me and when you’re next to me, keep at least one hand on me. We need to demonstrate ownership. If I ask you for something, it will be for a reason. It will be something we need to do and I’ll need to ask your permission, so say yes. I’ll stick to yes or no questions, so just nod when you can. Don’t make me push you hard, someone in my position would never disobey, it’d put me at risk of severe injury or death.”

You absently adjusted his clothes, running your fingers over the places his armor sat below the fabric.

“How are you going to protect yourself,” he asked, looking down your body. There wouldn’t be a place for you to have put a blaster.

“That’s a bit of a problem,” your face scrunched, knowing he wouldn’t be happy with the answer. “It’s not like I can wear armor under this thing but it’s the only option I had that could pass for what will get us in. Believe it or not, this fabric has a lot of stretch and I have good range of motion. It’ll also help soak a blaster bolt. Not fully, but it’ll take more than one shot to kill me unless they go for the head.

“I’ve also got this,” you lifted your hand and showed him a ring with a large, black stone in the middle. “It adds to a punch but it also…” You twisted the stone and a needle emerged from the center. “Has got enough sedative to take down a bantha.” You put the needle away and dipped a hand between your breasts. Din swallowed and hoped you didn’t hear as you pulled out the knife he’d seen in your teeth. It was closed this time. “And this has always served me well.” You slipped the knife back into place and adjusted yourself.

“You were a spy for he rebellion,” he said. Your lips twitched into a half smile.

“Not exactly,” you said. Then you paused. “Well, I suppose I was, some of the time. Let’s just say that wasn’t my day job, but my position in life and the skills that came with it made me a useful tool when it came to moving information.”

Din nodded slowly. That would explain a lot. Not everything, but enough. He noticed how you spoke of yourself. A tool. “We never should have asked so much of you.” That’s what your father said. Had anyone ever seen you as a person? More than something to be exploited?

“What name did you use?” He asked. You raised your eyebrows. “For the speeder. What should I call you tonight, if I need to?”

“Oh,” you said. “Amira.”

“Amira,” he repeated, testing the name on his tongue. It fit you but it wasn’t quite right. “That’s not your given name.”

“No,” you smiled sadly. “It was what I used on Tatooine. Figured it could have one last day in the sun before I left it behind. What name do you want? I obviously can’t call you Mando. I’m not sure if anyone even knows your real name, but I doubt you want that out there…”

“Duraan,” he said, picking the name of a man who’d helped raise him. It was fitting that the name would help bring another foundling home.

“Duraan,” you repeated back to him. “That’s not your real name, is it?” He shook his head.

“OK Duraan,” you said. “Let’s go get the foundling back.”

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