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If you’re wondering where Killingham’s Kirin Devil Fruit power to manifest dreams could possibly be coming from when there is nothing in the Kirin mythos about dreams. Look no further than Oda’s favorite beer brand Kirin and their ad campaign from the 1980s featuring Sylvester Stallone.

Kirin Can Beer: Together we can make dreams come true

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POV: You caught the eyes of the most handsome Holy Knight, he want to marry you. You can't refuse.

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Killingham x F! Reader - Servant Reader etc

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During a den den mushi meeting he asks you to stand there doing nothing. You don't talk, you don't intervene. But when you look away, he leaves a glance over his shoulder.

When you are about to fall after standing for hours, he shows you a seat right next to where he is sitting.

When a guest questions you, he silences the environment with just one sentence. "Her affiliation is not open to question."

He clearly does not want what belongs to him to be criticized. No it's a no. You are not open to criticism.

When he notices that you are tired, he will stop watching you and ask you to sit on his lap. Although he has asked for this a few times outside of society, he demands it more on his own property and you should not show that you are tired unless you want to die of embarrassment in Killingham's lap.

He doesn't want you to go out without him. It's an order you don't have a chance to change his mind, no. But sometimes he's the one who lets you out, but instead of throwing it in your face, he asks you in a scolding to control you. If you look away, he'll come closer.

He will hide something that belongs to you in his room without you noticing. Maybe your handkerchief, maybe a bookmark. He actually bought these for you. He will always put something that belongs to you where he can see it. If you ask, he will say, "Why would I care about the belongings of someone worthless like you?" but he will never tell you where it is.

When not on duty, he tends to remain quite calm and lethargic, so much so that he will want you to make him a massage.

He is generally respectful of other people's tastes and does not judge others for what they like, no matter how strange, and is also not afraid to scold others for doing so. He also has respect and interest in you, regardless of your status. He does not tolerate people trying to judge you.

Killingham, like a few others of his kind, has little regard for the lives of those below his sacred status, including children. You are an exception, you belong to him.

Sometimes he won't give you anything to do, just keep you where you can watch him or he can watch you. If you're too quiet around him, he'll say, "Did I give you permission to talk?" — but deep down he just wants to hear your voice.

There's no way you could do something to upset him, but let's say you did. He'll never resort to physical violence. He might threaten you, say he'll give you to another noble etc. But he'll never do it. His anger will pass in a short time anyway. Just looking at your face calms him down.

Sometimes, instead of being lethargic, he can get excited very quickly. It can be said that he has a sadistic side as well.

He knows everything about you. Everything. Because you are his slave or rather his servant. Of course, every master knows the hip size of his servant.

When you asks how he know anything other than what you haven't told him, he closes the subject by saying. "Don't talk unnecessary."

Maybe he's a little too hungry for attention. But he wants attention from you. And he's not afraid to express it. "Don't just stand there, come and stroke my hair."

He keeps stealing kisses from you when he going to duty. He doesn't care who sees. You're already his.

He rarely uses his name. He prefers the nicknames he gives you. But don't get me wrong, others may find a slave's name ugly, but he loves yours. Yours is the name he says most in his sleep.

I wish his only problem was narcolepsy. He tends to talk in his sleep, mostly about you. When he talks about you in his sleep, this makes you feel embarrassed.

You are his personal pillow. He will collapse on you with a narcolepsy attack and fall asleep, and when he wakes up he doesn't care at all, he won't get off of you.

As you sit in a chair, he dives in and lands on your shoulder. You want to run away immediately, but he murmurs without even opening his eyes. “Don’t move. Your thoughts must remain silent for me to sleep.”

Whenever you accidentally look into his eyes for too long, he leans in towards you, making you panic. "Soo what's your move now, my dreamer?"

Sometimes he wants you to curl up in the corner of the bed, but he won't touch you. Not yet. Because you're not a body to him, you're a dream. And he doesn't hurt dreams.

You are the one who sees the positive aspects of his devil fruit power the most. He usually makes the food and desserts of your dreams come true. With every bite you eat, you realize how much he thinks of you. Maybe it was the first time someone was "valued" in these dreams.

He enjoys saying your name. But with a different tone each time:

"Y/n."

''Y/N."

"Y...n."

Sometimes it's like singing, sometimes it's like casting a spell. Because your name now belongs to his dreams. There's no going back.

He gives you permission to be yourself, but if you cross the line that makes you his, he turns it into punishments that will exhaust your body.

He connects you to his own insomnia. “When I close my eyes, you are there. When I open them too. I don’t know what sleep means anymore.” He whispers these sentences in the middle of a tired night, his back to you, but the tone in his voice keeps you awake until morning.

Don't get the wrong idea from his attitude towards you. He never treats other slaves well.

For him, longing is like a disease, but you are the only "pleasure" he can't give up. When he goes on missions, he always wonders if you miss him too.

He tends to grin when you make eye contact. It's like a simple action, like breathing.

When he spends time with you, he tries to pass the task to someone else unless necessary.

Shamrock is tired of him, blabbering about you.

He knows he loves you but he's not going to say it quickly. He can't die anyway, he won't let you die either. He thinks time should wait for you, not you.

When he confess his feelings, the answer is already positive. You have no chance of rejecting him. Such a thought could not have even crossed your mind.

Even Gorosei can turn normal people into Holy Dragons. What deprives him, a Holy Knight, of this? As your relationship progresses, he becomes more and more determined to bring you to this status. He will talk to the necessary people and arrange this.

As the relationship advancing, the way he touches you increases, after all, you reciprocated his feelings, right? Unfortunately he can overwhelm you to the point of crushing you underneath, so be prepared for long nights.

Thanks to Killingham, you rose from slave to Celestial Dragon, World Noble? Congratulations. But that's just a status, you're still his servant because he didn't want anyone else in his personal space but you.

He will marry you because your status is no longer an obstacle him. That was the he purpose of bringing you to this status anyway.

Now he walk around saying "My wifee~" and wish patience to the Holy Knights.

Be prepared to be embarrassed while you are in his life. He loves it when you are embarrassed.

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Holy Knight & Servant

Killingham x F! Reader

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I just saw a new piece by one of my favorite artists and...I was in HEAVEN. This is the piece: ⚰️💕

Even though he hasn't been seen much in the manga and hasn't been shown in the anime yet and we haven't gotten to know much about his characteristics, I need to write about him.

THIS UNDERSTANDABLE THAT NOBODY HAS WRITTEN ABOUT HIM BUT I NEED IT.

Idk about Ao3 but this is the first ff written for him on Tumblrrr! 🧎‍♂️🔥

There is no canon color specified so I will not write those details.

Don't expect anything canonical, I'll try to write as much as possible by taking inspiration from his style of speech in the manga ✊😔

I dedicate this song to him 🪿

And maybe this song is a spoiler for other episodes 🤺😏

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Not every soul could see the Holy Land Mary Geoise. You on the other hand, had never seen the lower world that everyone else saw. You knew neither your mother nor your father, all you knew was that you were born to a slave. Your mother's master must have found her unclean and got rid of her. You lived by being constantly traded between masters. A child can barely remember the memories of being six years old but the mark of slavery was on your calf. The pain you had gone through and worse had remained in your tiny mind and grown with you.

There were times when you were punished so much that you couldn't even remember your name. The reasons were that you were an eyesore to the Master and his family, that you distracted them during the conversation and that the drinks and desserts were incompatible. Even though it was the cook's job not yours, you were always the closest body to the whip and you suffered the punishments.

You hadn't had much of a chance to talk to people, you hadn't been able to know yourself or life. The only thing you knew after your name was the language of bodies. You had learned to read and understand them in the dark, in the silence, in the storm, with eyes blurred by tears. This was your only success in life. You were a feature the world would never know. A feature that allowed you to live a little longer than the other slaves...

You had a chance to see a few small pieces of the world. It was when your master angrily knocked over the table you because coffee spilled on it, and when you cleaned up the mess on the floor with apologies, the newspaper got hit on your head was the first crumb you tasted. You didn't know how to read, you hadn't been taught but if there was one thing you did know, it was a huge newspaper with a picture of a black-haired boy grinning. It had capital letters on it. The only thing that caught your attention, other than his smile, was a letter that looked like a half-moon. "D"

You had learned not to cry in front of your master, he had told you that you looked like such a pig like frog. But that face in the newspaper...the way his smiled...tears slowly started to drip onto the picture in the newspaper as scrubbed the floor hard with the swab in your hand. His smile was heartwarming, you couldn't understand why you was crying at all.

You never thought a smile could be warm. The only warmth you've ever known was the heat of a hot iron.

You didn't understand how people struggled to attract attention, not just one person's attention but the world's. One of the things you feared most in this life was to attract attention. You were a woman. A slave. You knew that attracting attention was like buying a ticket to hell. You didn't live it. For now but you saw it, you saw what other women experienced in their eyes.

You would rather live forgotten than live known.

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Your master had a daughter. You didn't know if she was pretty but you knew she should be called pretty. Still, you understood that she didn't want to hear compliments from you, a slave, when she hit your face on the curb in front of everyone on the street and broke your nose.

Your reflection, which you could only see in liquids, was not worth looking at now. You wanted to cry but you were afraid of being seen. You could never forget that day or night. It wasn't because of the pain you experienced but because of the first and only compassion you felt. That night, an old slave woman, when you came out of your master's room with a dirty dish tray, stopped you and pulled you to the shady part of the hallway. She gently cupped your face, which you didn't even want to look at, put the bridge of your nose back into place. It hurt a lot. Your eyes filled with tears but the wrinkled skin you felt on your skin held everything in place. You felt like you saw a wealth no one else could see in those dirty old hands. "You must live. God is with you, you just can't see, that's all."

You stammered with dry lips. You spoke in a whisper, as if you were afraid to hear your own voice. "What god...god is our masters-"

"No. Don't let these lips lie. These eyes already know the truth."

You had wished for the tenderness you felt on your skin that night to remain a mark, you were even willing to carry it for the rest of your life like the mark of your slavery.

But there was no mark, that feeling had become muffled in your mind and gone.

Your master had prepared an invitation for his friends because he wanted to give them a big feast in honor of his daughter's birthday. He could have easily called and invited them with Den Den Mushi but he wanted to show off his taste and showiness. He had only given you a clean, plain white dress to wear. You had shown your gratitude and left your master's house with the gold glass-covered tray in your hand.

You walked down the road with your head bowed, not drawing attention. None of the Holy Dragons seemed to care about your presence, so you thanked God. But you were also terrified of being punished for keeping your master waiting. You quickened your steps a little more, a little more, a little more...

The first thing you saw was a shadow towering over you, before you could even turn your head, someone had fallen on you half-heartedly, causing you to lose your balance and fall to the ground.

Your eyes frantically found the ground without looking at the person in front of you, you hit your head on the ground and apologized. You knew that the person in front of you could not be a slave, so instead of inviting a greater punishment by looking at him, you hit your face on the ground and mumbled your apologies. It seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"Horrrr...hm- hmm ah I fell asleep again, his speech was so boring...hm?" The purring voice you heard was a man's voice. His gaze must have turned to you because goosebumps stood on end.

"I'm sorry I bumped into you, sir! Forgive me I-"

"Get up. Death doesn't mean anything to you." (I should have added the scene where the creatures are resurrected in the manga 🤺)

That's right. Dying must have been as normal as breathing for a slave. You slowly stood up with your trembling body. A snap of fingers broke the silence between you. "You, give me the envelope on the floor, I'll see."

Upon command, you quickly picked up one of the envelopes scattered on the floor, cleaned the dust off it and handed it to him without looking at him. You heard the rustling of the envelope and then his murmurs. "Horrr..."

After that, silence again, you curiously turned your eyes up a little. The only thing you saw was a black uniform. The person in front of you must have been very tall. You secretly raised your head a little with the damned curiosity you felt, you wanted to satisfy your curiosity by taking a little look.

In front of you was neither a person nor anything else. This man in front of you was a Qilin with a long neck and head that resembled both a dragon and a giraffe. You would never expect to see something like this in your life. While you were experiencing the shock of your life, he still in front of you was sleeping on his feet.

You knew he was Qilin.

You had seen it among the books that the master had given to his children when you were very young. Master's children had not liked the drawings and had torn them up, creating chaos in the house until got what they wanted. On the other hand, you were looking at the drawings on the floor with priceless excitement while standing in the corner with your head bowed. So much so that you had not even heard the master calling you and had been slapped in the face. Even that slap could not extinguish your excitement, those pictures and ancient creatures had decorated your silent nights. They were the sole owners of your dream.

You had realized that you had continued to look at him shamelessly when his head fell forward and he jumped from his sleep. You quickly bowed your head, almost making eye contact. "The invitation inside was not attractive, unlike the envelope." he said in a numb voice. He simply handed you back the invitation and envelope. His eyes shifted to the other envelopes on the floor and then looked back at you. "I demand your name."

"Y/n, sir."

"Y/n..." There was silence again for a while. He was looking at you with narrowed eyes. "What a chaotic imagination you have." He said, breaking the silence again. What he said confused you, what it meant now. But you neither raised your head nor said anything. You were even hesitant to breathe now.

"Give me your master's number." He said, taking out a Den Den Mushi from the pocket of his uniform. You paused. Number? I guess he was confused because of your clothes, a slave like you would never know. You fiddled with your fingers with your head bowed in annoyance. You had explained and been slapped many times. If the Holy Dragons said something it was true and should never be answered. You had learned this very well when you were in the fetal position to protect yourself, when your master had beaten you and branded you. You were a child then. Your master had shown mercy, you knew. But now you were a young girl who had just stepped into adulthood. They would not even give you the honor of death.

You jumped again at the sound of his voice. "You're thinking too much. Speak. Conversation doesn't happen with just one person, you weren't taught that in your training."

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I'm...not a servant as you think...I'm a slave. I was only asked to dress like this because I was going to deliver envelopes. I don't know my master's number." You said swallowing loudly involuntarily. You waited. Any blow, any sense of pain.

But it didn't come.

"Well, that's better. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone either." He started walking past you. "Follow me." he said, dismissing the order carelessly.

Confused and hurried, you bent down and started to pick up the tray and envelopes on the floor. He stopped when he noticed your movement. "No leave them. They not concern you." he said.

You paused on the floor, crouching with the dirty envelopes in your hands. You were torn between leaving them and being punished by your master or being punished by this strange creature now. Cold sweat was running down your neck. "But my master, these-"

"I am your new master. Don't talk too much, follow me. You keep stealing my bedtime." he said carelessly. He started walking again, you staring at the mane that looked like clouds of flames behind his neck. You put down the envelope and tray in your hand on the floor with great anxiety and followed your new master, who was so big than you, with fast steps. This was the first time you had seen someone like this but you knew that it was someone higher in level than the Celestial Dragons. It probably had to be someone like that. You were praying for it.

You followed him silently for a while. The surrounding Celestial Dragons looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and respect, but made no effort to come up to him and engage in conversation. As you nervously glanced at the Celestial Dragons you passed by, he caught your attention. Your gaze turned to his back. “How old are you?”

“20…” You said, torn between whether or not to add it, but his warning came to mind 'Don’t think too much...'. Biting your cheek. “I’ll be 21 soon master.”

“21…” He mumbled at your answer. But you weren’t sure if it was out of satisfaction or not. “How long have you been here?”

"Since I was born." You said without thinking, trying to keep your tone steady despite trembling body.

He looked at you over his shoulder without stopping his steps. You had made eye contact. Were startled. You quickly lowered your head. "You were born here and yet you don't know who I am?" he said in a curious and amused tone.

You guess not knowing this was a bad thing. You were embarrassed. What did he expect from a stupid slave? "I'm sorry, master. Forgive my ignorance."

He didn't seem to care about your words. He said amusedly, "Know it well. You are now serving one of the Holy Knights. I expect you to act accordingly, dreamer."

Dreamer...you've never heard such a nickname.

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A few hours had passed since you had been adopted by a new master. Without saying a word, he had taken you to his room, sat you at his desk, piled books in front of you and collapsed on his bed. You had silently browsed through the books amidst his snores. You couldn’t read and he must have expected this anyway, because there were a few pictures in each of them. Strange creatures, human things that looked like fish, a long dog, a giant fish that looked like a monster or a monster that looked like a fish, you didn’t know.

Every now and then your gaze would wander to your master. He was sleeping so peacefully, yet it was embarrassing and reactionary. What if he woke up in a stupor and forgot that he had brought you here and punished you? Your eyes focused on the distant master’s face as if trying to escape your thoughts. His horns. They were the thing that caught your attention the most. But they were familiar. They were just like those drawings you had seen as a child. They were right in front of you, the physical form of the creature in your dreams. He was sleeping right in front of you, snoring. He was lying carelessly on the sheets in the bed. There was no holy sight. Yet it was different, a sight you had seen for the first time. You had never seen any of the Holy Dragons sleep, perhaps it was because of your status but you thought that since they were gods, they did not need to sleep. What a lie. As you learned the truth of your dreams, the holiness of the God you knew was not something covered in ink.

Your attention went back to the book in front of you, despite looking at it for hours you hadn't seen any living creature that resembled your master's horns or carried them. I wonder how hard his horns were - your thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the Den Den Mushi that was sleeping on the table. You looked at your master he was still sleeping and then at the Den Den Mushi. You hesitantly picked up it and approached your master's bed.

Thankfully he had given the warning by the approaching voice without having to wake him up. "Hmm- ah.." He quickly opened the Den Den Mushi without taking it from your hand, he in a daze. "You're talking to Rimoshifu Killingham..."

Rimoshifu Killingham.

That was his name. It had a softer tone than any name you had ever heard, was beautiful.

When you were a child you would stand in the doorway and watch your masters eat. It was painful to stand. But you also loved these moments, the gentle breeze blowing under the door tickling your feet and making you daydream, like now his name. You were willing to receive affection even from the wind, even if it wasn't meant for you.

You didn’t expect the look he gave you. It was as if he had been expecting this question for a long time. “Go ahead, dreamer.” You couldn’t tell if he was grinning because of his strange form, but his voice made you think he was. “Dreamer…” He pointed to a medium-sized table on wheels in the corner of the room. “Bring it here."

You quickly put the Den Den Mushi in your hand on the bedside table and went to get the table in the corner. He was already sitting up in bed, his feet dangling over the edge of the bed as he watched you. You pulled the table in front of him, held your hands in front of your dress and waited silently for the next order. “The chef has cooked a big giant turkey, I always make sure it’s marinated in a rich, spicy sauce. Oh! Also I want some red wine." he said. The last thing you heard was his words, then there was sudden darkness. It must not have been long before you realized that Killingham had grabbed your wrist with one hand and held you, had fallen asleep. You didn’t understand how you had fallen asleep. You hurriedly mumbled your apologies, not even noticing that Killingham had a large, delicious turkey and wine on the table in front of him. “Your imagination is a joyful one.” he said with a satisfied chuckle. You weren’t sure if it was a compliment or not but even that made you feel embarrassed. Regaining your balance, he pulled his hand away from your wrist, grabbed the fork and knife in front of him and began to cut into the turkey. You watched as the steam rose from the turkey, being cut in silence. Killingham picked up the piece he had cut with his fork. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, then guided the fork towards your mouth. You looked at him in surprise, then looked at the meat in front of you. You had never eaten something like this but you had always seen it. You hesitantly parted your lips, leaning towards the fork only for Killingham to pull it back and eat it himself. He spoke with his mouth full. “Hahahaha, you should have seen your face, my dreamer.” He waved his fork towards the door. “Go downstairs to the kitchen and ask the cook to make you a steak.” He said, swallowing his mouthful and cutting another bite of turkey.

Would the cook give you food? Especially steak. When you realized he wasn't moving, "What, are you ashamed?" You shook your head in alarm. "Master Killingham, would the cook believe my words..." you said, feeling like a big fool. You had talked to him a lot today, your mind went to your old master. Had he noticed your absence, had he done something? Maybe he thought you had escaped.

Killingham's voice sounded amused. "If he is the cook of the Holy Knight, then you are his personal servant."

"Personal servant..." He was interrupted by your muttering, he seemed to be listening. "You are superior than the cook. If someone talks to you at home, put them in their place." he said.

You looked at each other while eating. "Putting them in their place...you know?" He sighed when he saw your innocent, uncomprehending gaze. "If someone interferes with you, I order you to tell me. Don't try to hide it, my dreamer." he said while sipping his wine. He looked at your gaze in awe as he sipped the red drink. You had been looking at this form of his as if it had come out of a dream since your first encounter, and it amused him. "Come, come." he said, waving his hand towards you. You moved closer to him. He filled the glass he had finished halfway again.

"Here, drink." He said, pressing the glass into your hand. You were alarmed by his action, afraid of coming into contact with him or being punished for eating his food. "W-what d-don't I.."

But your action couldn't dampen his joy. "Just drink. Think of it as a gift from your master as sweet as you are." he said with a wink. You broke out in a cold sweat, embarrassed by his compliment. You started to drink the wine hesitantly. It wasn't as sweet as you had imagined, it was sour, you could feel it burning your throat but you tried to finish the wine because you didn't want to spoil Killingham's mood. He was watching you with a chuckle. You wiped your mouth with your arm as you finished the wine, putting the glass on the table. "Woah calm down champ, you're acting like you're drunk from just one glass hahaha!"

He put his elbow on the table and leaned his chin on his gloved palm. "So what do you think? Do you think it's drinkable? Is it not toxic?" he said, amused.

You hadn’t expected him to ask you if it was poison, wondering what poison might taste like. “I...it was very sour. It had a burning taste,” you said. He chuckled at your answer. “I thought so," he said. He cut another piece of turkey. “Come and eat.” he said. You thought he was going to fool you again but an order was an order. You leaned cautiously forward fork, Killingham didn’t pull it away.

Your heart was beating wildly as you chewed the meat. It had a delicious aroma of sweet and sour. The meat was melting in your mouth so softly. You had never had the chance to eat it, so you always thought it would be a little tough. You looked at Killingham with a mixture of gratitude as you chewed. It was probably the second most precious day you had ever lived. Everything in your life had changed so quickly today that it still felt like a dream. You felt your eyes burning...you didn't want it.

You bit your lips before swallowing the meat as Killingham cut another piece of turkey and handed it to you. "How do you plan on eating while biting your lips?" he asked with amusement. You felt embarrassed and reluctantly swallowed the meat. Before you had a chance to feel any desire, Killingham waved the fork as if to signal you to eat it. You leaned down and ate again. You were unaware that Killingham was watching the sight with amusement. It was more like a puppy than a woman in front of him. The only thing missing was a tail wagging with excitement.

While you were chewing your new bite with great emotion, Killingham cut another piece. When he handed it to you again, you felt shy. You mumbled without swallowing. "Perhaps it would be better if I didn't eat too much, Master Killingham." you said, feeling ungrateful for his kindness.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I don't want to spoil your visual pleasure by getting fat-" he burst out laughing when you said that. "Oh my! How nice, if you get fat you'll be an emergency ration~"

Your eyes widened more than he could have imagined at his words. He burst out laughing again at that. "Hahaha! I'm joking. Don't worry, these are food made from imagination. They have no calories." he said and your eyes widened even more. "From imagination?.."

"Yes, I am a wizard."

You should have seen your face, you were looking at Killingham with great shock, as if you had learned a great secret. He laughed again, stroking his face. "This my devil fruit power, my dreamer."

"D-devil fruit?.."

"Hahaha!"

Ohh God...you were such a fun thing.

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My English is embarrassing...sorry if I have any mistakes.

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Rumors Can't Fly

Killingham x F!HolyKnightReader

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Killingham didn't usually gossip. But when it came to Shamrock, and that gossip was doing to be with you, exceptions were made.

That day, you walked into the library wing after weapons training, found Killingham waiting at the edge of the archives, leaning against the wall, one eyebrow slightly raised.

“I’m surprised you’re among the shelves and not on the battlefield,” you said with a slight laugh.

“Everyone who comes to report,” Killingham said, glancing at you. “ends up here eventually. Some can read, some just come to complain.”

You suppressed a laugh. He always found something to make you laugh. He straightened up from where he was leaning when you approached him and walked together to the corner. You stopped next to that old window by the stone wall that no one ever went to, where even the wind could barely come through.

Killingham leaned back against the stone. “Today Shamrock… told everyone again about the ‘sanctity of lineage.’”

You gave him a knowing grin. He showed his sharp teeth in return. “Everyone acts like it’s the first time they’ve heard it.” You crossed your arms and tilted your head slightly to the side.

If Killingham started a conversation, it was necessary to provoke it. “He slapped a kid the other day because he didn’t recite his family tree." you said, glancing briefly at the view with Killingham.

“It bothers him that we live among those who are unworthy of the presence of the god." Killingham said without rolling his eyes. “He probably gets angry when he looks in the mirror and can’t see his family crest.”

“Or maybe he’s afraid he’ll forget his exist if he doesn’t hear his own voice,” you said excitedly. Killingham could barely hold back a smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. But at that moment… The shadow behind you moved.

“I won’t bother you.” one said, trying to sound polite as a knife. Shamrock. Even the seams of his uniform were more ornate than yours. His hair was flawless. And his eyes were piercing you. Your one and only captain was right in front of you.

Your inner voice was screaming as you looked at Shamrock. “He heard it. He heard everything. It’s a joke.”

Killingham bowed his head as if nothing had happened. "Captain. It's good to see you here."

Your gaze went back and forth between the two of them. You was looking for a sign that he hadn't heard anything.

Shamrock smiled — but it was the last smile people saw on their way to the gallows. “Libraries are very quiet. They’re a rare place where honest conversation can be heard." he said in his noble tone. Even his voice felt like he had slapped you.

A moment of silence. You were about to say something when Killingham cut in. “I could deny everything we just said. But the best part is… even you admit how ridiculous it all is.”

Shamrock paused for a moment. You never knew what was on his mind. Then he turned to you. “I hope you choose your comrades carefully." he said. “Who you stand with is as important as who you share the same enemy with.”

He didn’t say that to heckle Killingham, you both knew it. It was just a warning. And he left. He just stuck a needle in you and left. You couldn’t understand what was happening to you. You turned to Killingham. “We went a little too far.”

Killingham said calmly, without narrowing his eyes. “No. We just spoke the truth a little too loudly.”

You turned to the window together.

And you, even though you knew it was dangerous to stand on the same side as him, realized something for the first time.

It was peaceful to be next to him.

I fell in love with him so badly

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Chapter 1136 spoilers

Oda works fast (and while drunk) , but I work FASTER.

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Chapter 1140+ spoilers...

Where's the nearest fucking rope to hang myself from because oda forgot to include Gunko’s surname...

Haha... 4 of my fics got fucked... haha... HAHAAHA... HAHAHAAHA.......

(I assumed that she was sommers' adopted daughter in 3 fics.. and assumed her backstory as a slave in one of them..)

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ODA HOW DO YOU FORGET HER SURNAME.

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CHAPTER 1151 SPOILER❗️❗️

Little doodle.. hehee.... Killingham THE MAN YOU AREEEE. (Sorry i can't draw the fluff around him lol)

(If you're wondering yes it's saint sommers in the bottom left side)

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Rough mission

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 1140+

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part : Shepherd Sommers x reader :)

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Summary: You are the Holy Knight's hairdresser, they had a rough mission and come back to you finally at the end of the day and you take care of them and give them a hair cut. <3

A/n: I LOVEEE Sommers so much you guys don't even understand. But obviously Gunko is my no 1 bbg. Anyways, hope any passing Sommers fans enjoy this <333

contains/tags: Tiny amount of blood drinking, kissing, fluff, talks of marriage, comfort, Sommers tries his hardest for you, but he's still a damn sadist lol. Reader fights with scissors but that doesn't have much relevance except in one part :p.

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The older knight was fucking pissed.

The mission didn't go their way, him and gunko were sent to retrieve important documents relating to the down fall of donquixote doflamingo, however the state of dressrosa was too dire to even step foot into, a tall man like him could be spotted miles away and gunko looked suspicious in her own way. Garling had sent them out without getting an official report on the amount of damage caused by the former warlord. sommers assumed it was maybe a quarter of the island at best, but what they saw when they went there was horrific, gunko made a bird from her arrows and had them fly over the island.

everywhere he had his eyes on was destroyed, the people of the country laughed like it was nothing, he was certainly amused at how humans could be so carefree when they had limited resources. gunko kept bending over her bird to look, her short height (compared to sommers') certainly didn't help her one bit, sommers kept trying his best to keep her from falling (even if her knew she could easily survive) but it would be a blow to their cover. They were high enough that people would just consider the bird a weird creature of the new world.

"Gunko- stay still. sheesh!"

"I'm only examining the damage, saint sommers."

"Do i not have eyes as well??"

he face palmed himself and sighed, they were heading deep into the island where the castle doflamingo used to live in was, it was now a pile of broken stones and dead bodies piled all together, saint sommers was impressed by the scale of the damage, this was easily the work of doflamingo's devil fruit... seeing the straight lines, he easily made that call.

gunko leaned to her right to look and almost lost her balance with a large gust of wind- sommers managed to catch her with his arm and he decided he was locking her in. He made a semi circle of thorns infront of her and grinned.

"can't fall off now."

"you are treating me like a child, I am a holy knight too."

"then stop wobbling around like a baby!"

"am not!"

"you are! you know, my partner will kick my ass if something happened to you, so just calm down until you can send us back to marijoa!"

"bleh!" gunko made fun of him as she steered the bird away back to their ship, there was nothing they could do when they couldn't even see where the houses started and ended due to the amount of debris that was still overwhelming, he was sure they would go back with some sort of disease if they walked through this shit place. his hair would get filled with dust and that would be extra work for you, something he didn't wish to give you.

It was an utter waste of time.. he longed to go back to you and rest in your arms already, you were taking on a few holy knights today to do their hair, so you would be tired, but he was still selfish enough to keep you awake just a few extra minutes so he could keep you on his lap firmly and hold you in his arms.

gunko sent them back to marijoa, you just happened to be close by where the abyss formed to greet them first hand, you smiled to your boyfriend and friend.

"welcome back, that was certainly...quick"

sommers bent down to give you a shameless kiss, you were shocked so you didn't have time to push him away, the poor gunko was flustered and already looking away. You giggled when he broke the kiss.

"not very nice of you, sommers."

"I'm just a man showing his partner appreciation!"

you sighed and went over to gunko, hugging your good friend and ruffling her hair after stealing her hat.

"hey! give it back!"

"nuh uh!"

the 2 of you chased after each other as sommers laughed, you 2 had a silly friendship and he was all here for it, he eventually stole gunko's hat from you and gave it back to the blonde. you looked up and snarled playfully at him.

"hey! don't just ruin our fun!"

"there's no fun in you stealing my hat!" gunko yelled at you and took her hat back, placing it in its rightful place on her head, ah! she remembered what she wanted to tell you!

"your boyfriend was being mean to me in our mission!"

"hm...he was?" you slowly turned to sommers with a grin that was laced with anger with how your lip twitched.

he raised his hands up in defense,

"darling, she was gonna fall off her own bird! I was just steadying her!"

you glanced back to gunko to see if she would confirm or deny and she shook her head with the most innocent eyes, causing you to throw a pair of scissors at your boyfriend.... he jumped aside and it closely missed his shoulder.

"stop bullying gunko for fuck's sake!"

"I was not!"

he said and quickly placed you on his shoulder with ease- your face flushed with embarrassment. You were an esteemed Holy knight! let alone the one who made sure they were all in tip top shape!

"sommers! let me down!"

he ignored your plea and led you away, leaving gunko laughing and going back to her house as well, you tried to struggle against him but to no avail (realistically, you could easily escape, you were as strong as him and the other knights, but using your full strength in silly banter was lame). You eventually gave up and slumped against his back, you felt him give your ass a playful slap..

Your face reddened with non-hateful anger and you kicked his torso in revenge, sommers had to bite his lips to conceal his grunt of pain, no matter what you wore on top, you always wore heavy boots that packed a good fucking punch. you were satisfied and smiled softly as if innocent. he could sense that damn smirk of yours from a mile away and laughed. Oh how much you loved to hear his laugh, it was certainly an unusual laugh, even if he laughed around anyone, it was just a bit more genuine around you, and you loved it.

he took you to his manor and into your bedroom, he kicked his boots off before you kicked and finally were put down.. in a split second : you had your scissors to his neck and he had his thorns wrapped around yours without touching skin yet.

you gave him a wicked smile, you learned pretty quickly how much of a sadist he was and you just had to fight fire with fire, because if you didn't stand your ground... you didn't know the extend of the injuries he would give you if you gave the green light, you've seen him fight, truly a sick and twisted man, using both physical and physcological torment to his advantage so easily, on one hand it was something to be admired, on the other you still needed to be careful. you couldn't let him suck you into his twisted philosophies.

"ah, always quick with these little things, aren't you, baby?"

"course, I'm a hairdresser and a fighter, I fight with what I have since I didn't give up my ability to swim, unlike a specific somebody"

you flicked the scissors open, he pulled his thorns away from you as you leaned closer to him, you hugged him with your free arm while keeping your scissors on his sensitive bundle of arteries and veins..

"you sure took your sweet time on that mission."

"you just said that i didn't"

"gunko didn't, you did, I'm your partner, I'm gonna miss you more than anyone else...."

you looked up to him with a pout, your scissors pushing too quickly for him to notice, a drop of blood trickled down his neck and your eyes softened while you giggled, the man still had that crazy grin on his face, the one you could never read behind, was he angry? Sad? Happy? That grin of his expressed all those and more.. he bent down to help you, already knowing your next move. You licked the blood with the tip of your tongue with no hesitation, his hand went to hold your neck possesively, your hand crawled up to get tangled in his hair as you enjoyed the taste of his mercuric blood... you pulled back eventually after having your fill of him, and sommers picked you up abruptly.

He took you to the bed and placed you with a (gentle) thud, he didn't offer you an explanation before he began kissing you all over your visible skin and focusing on your lips and face, he literred your face with kisses and you gave him the sweetest laughs as you tried to push him away playfully, your hands moved to his hair and you untied it out of the ponytails, his pale hair fell around your face perfectly and it was such a pretty sight for you, your man was the pinnacle of attractiveness in your eyes, you pressed a heated kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around his back and forcing him to kiss you, he dominated immediately, biting your bottom lips and taking in your soft groans, he managed to bite gently until you bled and he returned your previous favour and tasted your blood from his favourite source, straight from your mouth. his tongue made you dizzy pretty quickly as you tried to keep up, you needed a breath and forced him to back up.

he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and giggled, holding your chin between 2 fingers and kissing your forehead, he stood up suddenly and practically jogged to the bathroom, needing a shower from the hot weather of dressrosa so he can finally rest with you.

"you have the energy to give me a trim, darling?"

"silly question, of course I do...."

he grinned and walked in to take a shower, you prepared some pyjamas for him and started setting up your equipment, you had some new scissors, thanks to commander for taking a liking to you finally. they looked expensive as fuck and you couldn't wait to try them on your boyfriend.

you were still untangling the cords of the hair dryer and straightener when he walked out with a towel around his waist, you tried your damn hardest not to let your blush show but... God damn he was hot, his body well toned after his many years of service and the damn tattoo on his left arm framing his elbow and biceps perfectly made you whoozy in the end, unable to focus on your task, he bent to give you a swift kiss- in which you got surprised after, he whispered to you,

"Stay focused, baby"

You pushed him away with both hands as you shook your head while smiling, yes, your tools... you needed them.. he wore his clothes behind your back (thankfully) and you finally got set up, he sat politely and let his hair run done loose for you, you bent to sniff it, good smell, and new.

"You used a new shampoo hm?"

"Shouldn't I be concerned that you just sniffed my hair?"

You swatted his head playfully, not enough to hurt him.

"Usually you come back with the scent of blood, but I only smelt sweet vanilla this time around, dare I say, a huge improvement."

You began brushing the wet locks while he laughed.

"Ah darling, see I knew my smell annoyed the ever living shit out of you, so I had many extra shampoos sent to me so I could try them all and see your reaction."

"How sweet, you sure you didn't lace one of them with poison so you could relish in my weak state after I inhaled it?"

"Oh darling! How mean can you be!"

He laughed and placed a hand on his heart as if wounded.

"I'd never hurt you unexpectedly, that isn't fun, plus you'd be pissed! I don't wanna lose you, you're my precious darling after all."

He tilted his head back to meet your eyes through his glasses, you laughed at his reasoning and bent to kiss his forehead.

"My apologies~ now head up so i can give you that trim."

He followed your order politely and picked up a book to read while you worked, it was a soft and quiet environment between you two, the soft snip of your scissors and his occasional hum of acknowledgement for some events in his book, you occasionally gave him a kiss on the cheeks to surprise him or poked him innocently with your scissors, you acted innocently enough that he forgave all your attempts as soon as he saw that sweet smile of yours.

He covered his eyes and grinned before letting it drop and speaking to you.

"New scissors?"

You raised an eyebrow, how did he know, you were holding onto them in a way that he couldn't see the intricate design.

"Yeah... how did you know?"

"Your snips are less this time around, baby."

"Snips...?" You looked to your hand to try and understand him- sure it was working well than your usual ones, but to him to notice something as small as the amount of snips was wild to you, you simply gave him a soft smile that he saw from the mirror.

"Impressive observation, saint sommers."

"I can't tell the reason behind your calling me saint even when we're dating."

He said all too suddenly, you laughed and answered, "no real reason, it just sounds cool"

"Gihahaha! That sounds like you! " You earned a laugh from him as you combed his hair to make sure the length was appropriate and how he liked it.

"Does your face need any work?"

"Hm, no, just the hair is enough, thank you, my darling."

"Very well then"

You stepped back and began packing, he stood up to admire his hair, always so perfect after your hands have done their magic. You were busy with your tools when he took his book and sat in bed with his back to the head board.

"I thought you were going to sleep."

"Not before i hold you for a bit~"

"He smiled and you nodded, changing into pyjamas and getting in bed next to him, he wanted you closer so he pulled you on his lap and you let out a squeal-

"That was unexpected! Sommers!"

"Guess so,"

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and held you like that, your side firmly against his chest as he read his book with his free hand, you traced what was visible of his chest lightly, and tracing his tattoo, admiring him with no words, his hand gently traced pattens on your side and your eyes began to flutter in your man's chest.

He knew how much of a sadist he was, and that you weren't 100% on board with some of his actions and words, so he tried his damn hardest to hide his true words around you, and it was so worth it, he earned your laughs, your smiles, your gentle touches, your trust, and he wouldn't have it any other way, he would rather torture a thousand pirates than let a thorn of his prick his pretty flower in a wrong way, one wrong touch and you'd leave him on the spot.

He knew that much, just because you were soft and vulnerable, doesn't mean you were stupid, and that was what drew him into you, at first he regarded you as weak and pathetic, no person could be so friendly without weaknesses, but he came to know otherwise when he tried to trap you against a wall while he was drunk, earning him a firm kick straight up his chin that time, you still took the liberty to have the medics check him, and your expression only expressed disdain for him until he apologised from deep into his heart.

Then you tolerated him more and more and sternly fixed his attitude whenever he overdid it, and he fell so much harder. Despite his every touch being rejected by you, he still reached for you like a bee looking for pollen to feed off of. Now with you in his arms, he would kill armies for you, before seeing a drop of blood shed from you due to enemies and not from his own careful hands.

You two were a match made in heaven on the battlefield, you relished in the sounds of bone crushing, men yelling, and chaos enthusing, sommers relished in the perfect plot he concocted to see all hell let loose, and secretly watched to make sure you were alright. Your scissors hit the targets with each, penetrating necks and skulls alike with no hesitation, no one could stand up to you, not when you looked like you were getting off on the amount of blood that was on you, and after all that, you'd turn softly to your boyfriend and ask him to hold your hands so you could go back to marijoa together.

Your fighting style was certainly unique, you made little blades like scissors be massive on the battlefield, with your powerful haki you could even rival sword masters with your tiny blades, and in the end use the same ones to take care of your fellow knights and make them look their best and boost their confidence.

He relished in your two faced personality and everyday he wanted to unpack more of it...

But for now, as you were caressing his body like it was a delicate statue, he had no heart to force you to do any more. He saw you begin to fall asleep as he read, and that was all that he needed to be happy, knowing that he changed minor things in himself to accommodate for such a loving partner while not changing 100% of him.

He took his glasses off and closed the lights, laying down and placing you on his bigger body, your weight was no issue to a bigger guy like him, and it was all the more assuring that you'd never leave him as long as he wasn't an asshole to you.

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He woke up to the faint smell of food, he threw his arm around his waist only to find you not there, his mood soured the moment he realized and he stood up abruptly, not even bothering to change into his holy knight uniform before trying to find you.

You were reading a magazine while you laid on the kitchen counter, waiting for the food you made to finish cooking,

You beamed when you saw sommers, even if he was in a rough state, clearly having just woken up, you got off the counter and ran to hug him, he easily pulled you off your feet and pressed a loving kiss to your hair.

"Don't go running off like that"

"Sommers, dearest of my heart, I was next door. in the kitchen"

"Still didn't like waking up without you."

"You'd rather starve!?' You said with fake shock, he just ruffled your hair with a nod.

"100%!"

You giggled and patted his shoulder, he let you down to check the food, it clearly looked appetising just from the smell.. it was only then that he noticed the small cut on your left ring finger.

"What happened to your finger?!"

"Hm? Oh, just a little knife cut, not a big issue!"

The man ran to grab the first aid kit, forced you to close the stove and sat you down. It looked horrendously wrapped, so he took his sweet time.

"Sommers! I'm cooking, you could've waited!"

"No! You wouldn't have gotten it checked for days!"

"I have a high pain tolerance."

"Don't care."

He said firmly and batted the wound with antiseptic, he didn't notice the next sentence that slipped out of his mouth.

"How are you gonna wear our wedding ring if your finger is injured-"

Your eyes widened and so did his..

"Ignore what I said darling- I didn't mean- no I mean- you know-"

You grinned, you wanted in on this.

"Only if you promise I'd wear a blood red outfit to get married"

You said with a whistle and he immediately laughed, his eyes lightened as he saw you were on board with this whole marriage.. thing.. he never married before you, he had the occasional swings but never settled for anyone, he never planned to. But that all changed after he met you, he never thought he'd want one person all for himself so deeply that he'd actually consider marriage. He already asked for several rings to be made so that he could choose leisurely.. not knowing if you had any ring preferences or not yet.

"Hm... can i wear a green suit?"

"You don't need to ask me what you're gonna wear on your wedding day as well..." You chuckled with as he finally closed the bandages on your finger.

"Yes... but. I want my darling to have the wedding of their dreams, I'll have everything set to your standards and your standards only."

He said as he pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand.. for the first time in his life, he wanted to use his devil fruit powers to protect someone, rather than to harm them.

"Hm.. fine by me, but you have to help me decide as well, it isn't a wedding if only I decide, that'd be selfish!"

"Fine, I'll help, but everything will be paid by me."

You sighed and leaned closer, "I guess I can accept that"

You leaned in for a soft kiss, he didn't wish to go rough on you and got the sign, he held you and let you dominate this kiss, you managed to force his lips open and taste him, hearing a soft groan from him.. that was enough. You pulled back and booped his nose.

"I need to finish breakfast now!"

You ran back to the stove with a laugh, he didn't reply with words, as he only had one thought on his mind

You would look like a deadly rose on your wedding day, and he would be the thorns that protect you.

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Hope you enjoyed!! tired of seeing the other Holy knights not getting the same attention as Shamrock ngl... sighhh.

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Taming the beasts

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 1140+

Summary: Gunko usually takes Cerberus out for a walk but what happens when she's out sick? (Ans: Hell enthuses, and a lot of cute cuddling!)

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contains/tags: Parental Sommers, Gunko's the daughter because I say so. Holy knights as a family, maybe a little OOC on shamrock, soft shamrock, family fluff, humor (attempt at it to be honest).

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If one thing was known about Shamrock, is that other than his already vicious and personality, his dog(s) were even fucking worse to deal with.

Cerberus was the loud force hidden underneath shamrock's quiet and deadly demeanor. He was talented with just the sword. hell, the best even, being trained by only the best and having done grueling training over the years to be able to keep his sword proudly displayed on his hip.

But with such a great power, it can't always be contained in its blade. Shamrock often let Cerberus stay out of the sword for a breather, feeding him whatever poor slave that was killed just because. Generally, shamrock was the only person that could contain his dog.. until, a certain blonde joined the holy knights.

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Gunko was in Shamrock's office, taking her duty as his right hand woman seriously and helping him with his paperwork, her hat kept tipping down and blocking her view, causing her to grumble at the small inconvenience.

She was still knee deep in the papers, she didn't even want to take her hands off the desk to adjust the hat comfortably, one hand holding the thick papers open while the other scribbled notes and plans.

Her discomfort didn't go unnoticed, Shamrock's observation haki was too good that the knights just stopped trying to hide their emotions in front of him.

He took the liberty of leaning over and putting his gloved hand on the brim of her hat, slightly tilting it up and back to sit more properly on her head in her awkward position.

He had taken a clear liking for her, while she didn't understand it, since she was just doing her duty as his most trusted knight, she never said no. His gazes were never filled with the lust she always recognised on the eyes of humans when she was on missions. It was just... soft.. like a subtle adoration to her. It was better for him to take a fondness to her that to take a dislike to her. God, she didn't want to think about what would happen if she got on his bad side..

By default, being his right hand woman, means being with him in meetings and walking 2 steps behind him to always take his orders. Some other knights have commented on how she looked like a lost dog, but they were sternly reprimanded by Saint Garling himself, his son was not stupid or weak. If he decided that Gunko was worthy of being his second in command, then she must be worth it.

Which also meant, Gunko had to deal with shamrock's minor tasks.. and that included but was not limited to : feeding Cerberus and taking him for a walk.

The dog was God damn vicious, he was leashed up but barely because his anger was almost enough to burst through the chains every time. When shamrock was there he just sat politely, snarling at anyone else, when he wasn't, Cerberus would bark and scare off anyone in his vicinity, why? No one really knew.

When Shamrock told Gunko to take cerberus for a walk, he was scared for her, it didn't show on his face, but the way he took her hat off, ruffled her hair and let it sit there for a moment extra told anyone watching everything they needed to know.

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Gunko walked to where Cerberus was being kept, right next to the slaves, so that they could be his next meal.. "how humiliating", she thought.

She opened the large door and stared at the dog that immediately starting barking at her. She didn't look amused, almost bored even. She reached for his larger leash with her hands and the moment he threatened to bite her she pushed him against the wall with her arrows, so that he couldn't reach her. (After getting explicit permission from shamrock that she could use violence against the wild 3 headed dog)

"Be a good boy and wait.. your leash is huge" she told the dog while she tried to pry the leash off the wall hanger.

When she finally got it off (after having to stand on her tip toes) and was ready to walk, he attempted to attack her again and she sent arrows and easily pinned him down and jumped on his middle head with ease.

"You can be a good dog and let me walk you normally or be a bad one and I'll sit on you like a queen and you be forced to walk!"

She yelled at him. The 3 headed dog got a good sniff of Gunko, he smelled shamrock's faint smell from her, when he was petting her head mindlessly earlier. Cerberus calmed down slightly after sniffing it so he laid down politely until Gunko got off of him.

He felt a little more... content that his master's scent was on this new knight, so she made her arrow take his (heavy) leash and walked with it through marijoa, yanking on the leash whenever Cerberus acted out towards any innocent passerby and reprimanding him by voice.

And she was quickly known as Cerberus' only tamer, taking him on walks every other day and even managing to teach him a few tricks! (at least the ones he could do without destroying marijoa). She happily ran to her commander on one day and beamed brightly, proud of her accomplishments with the vicious dog,

"commander! Come see what I have taught your Cerberus!"

Shamrock smiled before answering, "Didn't know my dog could be taught tricks."

He followed her as she glided on her arrow towards Cerberus' place. He got out and sat politely in front of shamrock (because he didn't wanna be put back in the sword). Gunko stood next to shamrock before she ordered the dog,

"Sit!" Cerberus followed her command despite being a bit embarrassed about following someone other than shamrock, but the redhead seemed entertained enough. Gunko threw a piece of meat for cerberus after every succsesful command he followed, Sommers was nearby and came to watch too,

"Aaah! Look at our dog trainer, aren't you the best at it?" He complimented gunko with his wide smile as he bent to pick her up and sat her on his broad shoulder, something she was used to ever since she was a kid.

"dad... you're embarrassing me."

She mumbled in a neutral way, she reached up to pet Cerberus' head, sommers walked a step closer to help her. while shamrock watched all of this, he couldn't decipher his feelings, was he happy because gunko was happy with sommers? Or was he sad because he used to be too hot headed and job-oriented to have some fun with her and treat her like a human being. Gunko scratched cerberus' chin with her arrow and the dog let out a content noise, everyone laughed and she commented,

"Honestly? Never expected a big dog to be trained... but i did it!" "Of course you did, Gihahaha!" Sommers encouraged his adopted daughter.

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Almost every other knight was threatened to deal with Cerberus if they misbehaved.. and no one wanted that risk.

However, when gunko was too tired and was forcing herself to even walk, shamrock sent her back to her house, no debate. She tried arguing with him that she could work but he was adamant that she rested, he didn't remember the last time he gave her a proper break. He blamed himself for her sickness immediately.

It was Cerberus' walk day, she was glad she wouldn't be there and her window provided a good view of his cute dog house, so she sat by the window, sipping her hot tea as she watched..

It was saint Killingham's turn.. and everyone knew that Cerberus... loved Killingham in a little extraordinary way.

In short, the dog saw the Qilin as food.

Killingham refused to leave his human-beast form, secretly being too insecure to do so and his devil fruit being his only way of him going out comfortably.

He detested every time he had to deal with Cerberus- he was a Holy Knight! And his commander's pet only saw him as a pack of meat!

Killingham approached his dog house quietly.... hoping to find him asleep.. but when Cerberus burst the whole fucking house down and snarled with his drool falling from all 3 heads, the knight made a run for it just like every time.

"It's gonna eat me!!!"

Saint killingham screamed as he ran around the marijoa streets like a madman. Saint Sommers was laughing his ass off and practically rolling on the floor with laughter as he watched from afar. Gunko was the same, her tea set aside as her laughing mixed with her coughing as she watched the chase.

Shamrock knocked on her door and she allowed him entrance, he came to her bed to personally drop her some strong medicine from the Figarland's stash and watched out the window with her. She chalked his caring behaviour for him just wanting her well enough to go back to managing his schedules.

His human feet barely keeping up with the workout he was having as the 3 headed dog came after him.

Gunko snapped a photo of the scene.

"Gonna keep this one" she said with a laugh, shamrock's face softened.

"Do send a copy to me too" "Of course, commander."

Sommers made a large snake out of his powers and chased them, casually gliding next to killingham while the latter ran with all his might.

"How are you holding up, big guy?!" "Let me on that thing with you- please!" "That would be disobeying our commander's order. No can do!" "You dolt! I'm gonna die here!" "Nahhh, you'll be fine, bye!"

Sommers pulled back to the sidelines again.

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Shamrock sighed at the silly scene, they should have it under control.

"We can.. deal with that later. Are you feeling alright?" "I told you this morning sir.. yes" "This morning you could barely walk, Gunko. I have overworked you, my apologies."

"N-not at all.. sir..." Gunko stuttered from the show of affection..

Killingham decided that the wisest choice of action would be to jump in gunko's windows and pray she isn't by the window so she could help him. (Spoiler alert: she is)

He took a sharp turn and headed straight for her house, she was the only person thay could save his ass in this situation.

With no time to knock on the door like a polite being, he threw his giant body on the wall and it crumbled as he frankly tried to continue running, Cerberus following him and breaking an even bigger hole in the walls. In an instant, Shamrock carried Gunko and jumped far with her.

He was fucking pissed that they would interrupt her like this just because she was 'the only one' that can deal with cerberus.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Shamrock's neck, still too weak from her illness.. cerberus saw them and stopped his aggressiveness, now sitting in the middle of gunko's house.

Killingham was sprawled across the floor and promptly passed out after the impact of running straight through the walls. Gunko's room was open on one end and that would take a few days to rebuild.. she looked around hazily.

"That looks bad..."

She jumped from shamrock's hands (weakly) and went up to cerberus.

"How dare you! He's our comrade! He fought next to you too, and you still decide to see him as food?!"

The dog was ashamed by the woman's words, taking a defensive stand and trying to act innocent.

"No human meat again until you learn basic respect."

She taunted him and the dog barked at her, she only raised an eyebrow before cerberus went back to being polite..

Shamrock approached her (who was in her pyjamas seeing as shamrock forbade her from working that day), he reached for his sword and contained cerberus back inside with a swift command. He stared through the broken wall...

"I'll order for your... wall to be fixed.. you can sleep in the Figarland's residence as payback, it was my fault this happened in the first place."

Shamrock side eyed killingham, who looked dizzy on the floor, still passed out. Gunko just sat on the floor as she got dizzy from the ordeal.

Saint sommers flew in on his snake and checked the damages with a whistle.

"Damn Qilin was terrified.. are they usually terrified of large dogs?"

Gunko gave him a snarky look. "Any normal being is typically frightened by a stark size difference."

"Well, we ain't normal for sure, killingham is a damn animal, so isn't cerberus technically his brother?"

Shamrock sighed, "what a totally illogical conclusion, congratulations on being fucking stupid."

"Hey hey! C'mon now! You're just jealous that my theory is right, ain't ya?" Sommers replied before picking killingham ham and throwing him on his shoulder with practiced ease. Gunko quickly murmured without looking at him.

"Must have been quite the playboy in his youth.."

He heard her and laughed, "Gihaha! Maybe so! Coming to sleep at my place, kiddo?"

Gunko shook her head, she had occasionally slept in the Shepherd's residences as it was close to her and sommers was like a father to her, he was practically the one who raised her ever since she grew up in the Holy Land as a small child. He was there for almost every milestone of hers, not ashamed to call her his daughter even if the 5 elders dissapproved of this... relationship of theirs. He didn't care about the opinions on old men sitting on thrones. The man pouted as he straightened up with killingham on his shoulder.

"why not? your house is destroyed, even shamy said it'll take a few days." "commander offered me a spot at his place."

Sommers' eyes twitched as he aggresively turned to the redhead,

"Are you trying to take my daughter away from me?!" "I simply know what's best for my second in command." "I raised her!" "I'm her commander."

Gunko watched the 2 men bicker over this silly debate... Shamrock was simply paying her back. He did not wish to be indebted to one of his knights, his father would make fun of him. She always sneaked into Sommers' place when she couldn't sleep alone and cuddled next to him with no care in the world. So it is not like it would be the end of the world if she slept in another residence for a few days, plus she was admittedly curious about how the Figarland's residence looked, having never been in it.

Gunko didn't pay mind to their fight, only mildly worried about the passed out knight that's still on Sommers' shoulder. Both of them were caught off guard when she sneezed-

Suddenly they were aware of the breeze that was coming from outside, their fight long gone as their objective changed simultaneously: warm her up and make sure she doesn't get worse.

They immediately got to work, Sommers declared he would take Killingham to the infirmary, and Shamrock wordlessly picked gunko up with no shame, taking her to the Figarland residence. She yelled at them before shamrock stepped outside the rubble of the broken wall,

"I'm a Holy Knight! Not a child!"

"You're still the youngest." They both retorted and went on their ways, as if that was any good answer. She pouted under the bandages and hid her face in Shamrock's chest. He was quick with her to the residence, summoning Cerberus with a word to take them, he gave Cerberus a death stare and the dog quieted down as he ran with them on his back.

Shamrock covered gunko with the cloak he wore, not wanting her to get any colder, she didn't say no as her pyjamas were as thin as paper since the heating system inside the mansions worked pretty well.. usually..

Shamrock had the door opened for him as he entered with Gunko in his arms... why the fuck was it cold... in his house. A slave approached while shaking from the little clothes they were given.

"W-we heard an explosion, and... some nearby houses were affected and some heating systems were struck- we apologise, Saint Shamrock! We're working on it!"

"Tch..." Shamrock ignored him and walked mindlessly to his room... After all, she needed a bath, and his bathroom was undoubtedly, the biggest and most spacious.. so he only brought her here so she can be comfortable.

When he entered the room, Gunko looked around just barely without moving her head.. the room was too lavish to be a guest's room.

"Commander." "Hm?" "This is your room." "Yes, you need a bath, and I need to watch over you. I have a feeling that you have a fever, or will have one" "I can take care of myself.." "Well, Sommers entrusted you to me, so I'm taking my job seriously."

Gunko grumbled, shamrock set her on the side of the bathtub as he ran the water, thankfully there was still hot water left in the storage tanks.. It will have to do.

"I'll leave you to it, call for me if you need anything." "Can i use your shampoo?" "...fine" "Thank you, commander!"

How could he say no with her adorable eyes looking at him like that, she was so childish and cute. He smiled and walked out, leaving her to wash herself up out of the sweat she accumulated.

In the meantime, he made calls for everything she might need to come to his room on the spot, hair brushes, extra pillows, pyjamas, clothes, amenities, hair ties (even though her hair was too short for any) and anything else that came to his mind.

Gunko got finished with her bath, looking like a soaking wet cat -a happy one at that- .She cracked the door open- and as if on queue, Shamrock handed her new pyjamas through the door. She giggled and quickly closed the door, the pyjamas had everything she would need to sleep comfortably and warmly, she quickly got in them, they were so soft! They made her happy and giggling, she stepped outside to look in the bedroom, ah, the vanity seemed stocked, shamrock quickly answered her future question while checking out his boots, making sure they were clean from the debris he walked through.

"Yes, use what you need"

Gunko nodded and sat there quickly. Brushing her hair and the wet drops fell on her shirt, shamrock stood up, dropped his boot and stood behind her, wrapping a towel around her neck, she was confused and looked up, he answered.

"If your clothes get wet, you get sick." "I call bullshit." "Better safe than sorry." He replied curtly and took the brush from her hand, working through her blonde locks without asking her, she was still tired so she didn't object, it felt nice to have someone help her other than Sommers. She wasn't fond of having slaves help her with her own cleanliness. But this, this felt so natural, and he liked this feeling, taking care of her.. like a daughter... he often wondered what shanks did with his own daughter, Uta. But he was always too busy to actually ever see if there were recordings of them, he imagined it to ge a sweet relationship, one not filled with such agony and responsibilities like his own father pushed on him.

The idea of raising a child lovingly without the hardships and training of becoming a holy knight actually.. didn't sound bad to him. Sure, he was on the older side and marriage is always supposed to be between lovers, not just a cheap excuse for extra power. But he was too influenced by Garling to ever disobey him. Gunko spaced out under Shamrock's gentle brushing, he quickly noticed and tapped her shoulder to get her attention, he raised a silent eyebrow and she answered,

"What are you gonna do to Saint Killingham, sir?" "Hm, what do you want me to do to him?" "That decision isn't up to me." "It's just a question, sweetie." Despite the obvious pet name, she still couldn't sense any.. wanting from behind it, Gunko shrugged the question off,

"I don't have enough experience in leading forces like you to decide... sir" "Are you saying that because you don't have an opinion, or are you scared to voice your opinion around me?" "Does it matter why?" "Guess not..."

Shamrock admitted in the end and stopped his questions, he was definitely a harsh commander on them, especially when he was newly promoted to his current rank. While it did make him get the knight's respect, there was no emotions between them, no one came to him when they had issues, mentally or physically, which caused him to be out of touch with how to deal with emotions. He did not understand some complaints he heard from passing by, because they all seemed minute to him. Anything that wasn't crucial to the benefits of the World Government wasn't in his forte.

Yet as he grew older, seeing his twin brother so free in every newspaper, his bounty rising every few months as results of his powers and feats, the fact that he had a daughter that's living happily as a famous singer worldwide. Shamrock's heart came to be more and more confused. His heart longed to just feel anything, after burying down everything for almost 40 years now, in favour of obeying his father like a mindless soldier, his heart couldn't handle this treatment any more.

So it started small, noticing tiny mannerisms in his knights at meetings, their preferred foods, drinks, habits, their relationships with each other. He slowly softened up, confusing them, but not enough so that his harsh commander persona falls off on the spot. He enjoyed drinking exquisite wines with Sommers, enjoyed Killingham's relaxed conversations about dreams, enjoyed the quiet of Gunko's company as she helped him without him even asking her. He undoubtedly felt better like this, closer to his knights. He exhaled as he brushed the last knot in Gunko's hair, then bringing the towel that was around her neck to ruffle her hair to dry it.

She turned around to give him a cute pout, "really?" He chuckled and threw the towel to a corner, "efficient way, dare I say. Our pharmacist told me to give you more medicines, have you eaten?" "I had some soup, yes." "I doubt that's enough..." "says the hulk of a man"

Shamrock snorted, he was nowhere like the average man with his near 2 meter height (6' 6"), Gunko tried to cough the embarassment away as her response had come a little too quickly.. She was easily towered by every other knight, so Shamrock wasn't surprised she had some sort of vendetta against them just because of their heights,

"Sorry, sir. That was improper of me..." "no, it was funny, don't sweat it."

He reassured her and gave her the medicines with his bare hands, which was weird, sure he was in a basic shirt and pants so he can sleep, but she never expected he would interact with her with ungloved hands... She quickly shook her hand and gulped down the pills with no water. She stood up from the vanity to face him.

"Where's my room, commander?" "Did I not say that you're sleeping here?" "That would be an intrusion of privacy... and not just for anyone.. for you", She commented.

"Is my bed not sufficient for you?"

Gunko shook her head immediately, "no- I'm sure it's lovely, but-" "No buts, I trust no one other than myself to care for you properly.. we need nee doctors" he said with a sigh, she eventually gave up and just got in his bed, choosing one end of the bed to give him room to sleep in it as well.

Shamrock picked a book off his shelf and say on his couch with his legs crossed.

The blonde asked, "are you not sleeping?" "...I invited you to sleep here so that i can monitor your sickness, Gunko. There is no reason for me to sleep next to you." "I could sleep on the couch.." "You're sick!"

She huffed and turned around in bed, facing away from him. It was still chilly despite the heavy pyjamas and the luxurious blanket, which was extremely annoying. She sucked it up becauae realistically her commander couldn't do much about it, he was a very active man so she didn't doubt that he was probably a furnace just like sommers is.

She tossed and turned for half an hour, before she turned to Shamrock to interrupt his reading, she said hazily (her body desperate for sleep),

"Commander." "I would think you'd start using my real name by now"

She huffed and raised her head off the pillow, "come sleep." "I have no need, I can go days without sleep." "Doesn't mean it's good for you, it's cold!"

...Shamrock put his book down and stared at her, "You're saying you want to use me as your heating pillow?"

"Yes!" She shamelessly declared. Who was he to say no to such an innocent request..? He didn't want her to think he was taking advantage of her though, she was clearly drowsy with sleep, medicines, and the stubborn cold she was hit with all of a sudden. He got up without a word and went to the bed, getting on the empty side she left and giving her his back.

If she hadn't been basically drunk out of her mind, she would've done something else. But an arrow went out and pushed Shamrock's shoulder so he was on his back, and she laid on top of his warm chest without a second thought. He blinked a few times at her boldness.. literally just 1 hour ago she didn't want to sleep in the same room as him.

She immediately purred as soon as his body temperature reached her and she basically slept immediately, Shamrock wrapped his arm around her so she doesn't slip off of him. Her hair was tickling his beard and he had to stop every urge in his body and mind to scratch it, not wanting to wake her up. (When in reality she was a heavy as fuck sleeper, sleeping in the most complex positions next to sommers where they would both wake up with the blanket missing, 1 pillow gone for good and somehow the bed almost shifting it's place)

He eventually relaxed and slept as well, his arm never leaving her waist.

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"you almost killed my daughter!" "I'm sorry Sommers! It's kinda your fault you didn't help m-"

Sommers swung his thorn bat and Killingham sped up. not one moment after the Qilin woke up, sommers already had yelled at him on how dare he do something so irresponsible. Running into someone else's house was certainly something that was never seen before in marijoa.

☆☆☆ The next morning ☆☆☆

Shamrock woke up before Gunko, taking a moment to admire her, looking like a peaceful angel. She woke up under his gaze and got up as if everything was normal and went to the bathroom first (where her uniform was conveniently placed there for her). She wore her clothes and took her leave, Shamrock still in bed. She saw no reason to stay in his room. Shamrock didn't notice her leave so abruptly.. he didn't even know if she was still sick or not!!

She barely made it 2 steps outside when both Sommers and Killingham were in front of her... The qilin looking rather sadly and ashamed, her father slapped killingham's back into a bow before yelling at him, "apologize to her!"

"ouch..sorry..." "put more effort into it!" Sommers ordered the other knight as Gunko stared at this sight...

"I already said sorry!" "offer her something! You destroyed her house!" "I was terrified!"

Shamrock had finished getting ready and was in his uniform, he walked out to see the 3 knights, his braids weren't perfect, seeing as he had done them in a rush to see what was going on outside and whether or not Gunko was well enough to work again. Sommers, seeing this, left Killingham in a bowed position and walked behind shamrock, undoing his braids and redoing them just right. Gunko gave Sommers a questioning eyebrow, and so did Killingham, they had never seen Sommers interact with Shamrock in such a manner before. The older man ignored them and touched up Shamrock's braids.

"good?", Sommers asked and Shamrock just nodded, their tightness was always just right from his hands. Sommers got angry again when he remembered why he was here- and gunko seemed to get an idea and spoke up quickly, turning her head towards killingham,

"Can we cuddle?!" "eh-?!" The 3 knights screamed at her request. Sommers almost picked her up to take her away before she dodged and explained herself.

"He's fluffy! The fur around his neck looks so soft, and his tail!"

Sommers and shamrock eyed where she highlighted, huh... she was right. Sommers was about to speak when he was interrupted by a sharp gaze from Saint Garling.. the 3 of the knights (not including shamrock) visibly stiffened up, no one was exactly fond of their supreme commander.

"what's all the ruckus about, knights?" Garling began, Sommers (tried his best to be a gentleman) replied, "well, supreme commander, we were discussing some transactional debts, since Saint Killingham oh so gracefully bashed himself into her house the day before..."

Garling gave them all a disgusted look, as if acting friendly with your colleagues was suddenly a sin under his principles. He looked to his son,

"Are you in on these shenanigans?"

Now, to applease his father, the answer would be no, but 40 years of not getting a single ounce of parental love from this dipshit of a father, shamrock didn't feel like bowing to his knees this day,

"Yes, quite frankly I'm judging if what she asks of Saint Killingham is reasonable or not"

Garling snarled, "You've certainly lost your touch" He said before walking away. Shamrock immediately felt gutted, seems like it was still a long way to go to be truly free from his heinous father.

2 arrows and 2 stems of thorns followed garling as he walked... stopping just shy of his back as Shamrock threatened to call on Cerberus. The moment Garling turned around, everything was back to normal and they were just standing silently... He scoffed and went on his way.

Gunko cleared her throat and got closer to Killingham, "so, please!?"

He averted his gaze from her.. good God, he didn't remember when was the last time he had someone in bed with him, he was a loner most of his life and didn't exactly have flings with women as much as Sommers did. Yet Gunko was here, looking so cutely at him, begging him if she could use him as her pillow for the night..

"C-can i answer at night?" He stuttered under her eager eyes, she pouted but gave him a nod, "And i better hear yes!"

☆ After a boring day of paperwork and training, the knights freshened up in their respective rooms and were huddled inside Killingham's estate, waiting for his answer to gunko's pending question, he still looked as nervous as he was from this morning. ☆

He did just break into her house the previous day because he was scared of a dog, and she couldn't have 100% healed from her cold, so he succumbed and nodded to her with a sigh.

Gunko jumped in happiness and Sommers objected, "hey! Killingham! It ain't fair, I've been begging you to let me cuddle with you too!" "You just want to see if I'm as soft as you think I am!" "Precisely! Ain't that right, Shamrock!?"

The commander's face reddened just a tad, but he quickly composed himself to answer, "can't say I haven't been curious myself."

"You too commander!? Killingham shouted, Gunko stood in front of him and stood her ground,

"He's repaying me for destroying my house!" Sommers answered, "C'mon, sharing is caring! What have I taught you all those years?!" "Dad, you taught me the most efficient way to kill a human." "Ah, same thing."

Killingham hid (but not really because he's huge) behind Gunko as she bickered with Sommers and Shamrock about why only she should be the only one cuddling with Killingham. Even Shamrock was pretty adamant about this fight, using the silly excuse of him being a Commander and having to check for himself if Killingham was in good health.

The conversation ended in Sommers pulling all 3 into a group hug and carrying them in one go, "alright, it's settled then! Group cuddle!", He yelled. Gunko protested but it fell on deaf ears, in a second they were all in Killingham's bedroom (as it had the only bed that was big enough to hold all of them)

Sommers wasn't even kind enough to allow them to go to the bathroom to do whatever night-time routine they had. They were all in pyjamas anyways. he plopped them all on the bed in one drop(shamrock put his hand behind gunko's head so she doesn't bang it aggresively), before hovering over them... trying to think about how are they gonna do this.. gunko yelled out first, "I'm sleeping facing his back!" (Where all his fur was).

She acted on it and jumped in her respective position, burying her head in the tufts of fluff he had and squeeled happily, Sommers heart was struck by the adorable sight that he couldn't even argue about it, Killingham was a step shy from punching someone- Shamrock announced his position next, "I'll sleep facing him..." (what he didn't say was that the Qilin's neck looked like a good pillow for him). Then Sommers took his very natural position: behind his daughter. The 4 knights slept in tandem. Sommers large stature allowed him to hug both killingham and gunko while Shamrock relaxed under Killingham's arm.

Killingham curled his neck downwards to be closer to his colleagues and be more comfortable (for himself and for them). This was the first time he's ever been involved in.. these activities... and even though he was paying a debt back to his fellow blonde knight, he was enjoying this, his 3 closest colleagues friends were sleeping comfortably and huddled around him.

While Killingham could 100% force all of them to have light nightmares as payback for forcing him into this group cuddle, he decided against that. He watched their faces relax one by one as he filled their heads with the happiest of dreams, he made it so that it came from each knight's own heart and feelings, he could hear faint giggles, happy sighs and smiles.

His abilities were always used in battle mainly, but this was a damn welcome change. He promised himself he would do this more. He never realised just how precious their 3 smiles were to him before today.

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♡♡ Bonus ♡♡

Upon sniffing Shamrock's smell on the other holy knights, Cerberus calmed down significantly with them and was friendlier overall. He even played with them and ran around with them on his back! (Which wss gunko's favourite activity in her free time). During missions were all 4 of them were out, the nights always ended with them cuddling (including Cerberus this time) and the dog would subconsciously lick the nearest person out of habit, it was all fun and giggles.

Cerberus apologied to Killingham for trying to eat him by defending him in battle over and over again, and Killingham always gave him a nice cut of steak from his dreams.

Even after all of that, Cerberus still didn't like Garling. (His aggressive behaviour towards Shamrock's dad was encouraged by the 3 other knights. Shamrock saw them feeding a photo of Garling to him once). He always 'ignored it' and went back to his peaceful life with them.

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Hope you enjoyed!! I loved writing this one, the holy knights are so silly HEHEHE