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hee0soo · 8 months ago

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Children of the Sea

Pairing — KimHongjoongxafab!Reader

Summary — Living in a small town where everyone knew eachother, visitors were quickly recognized and sometimes freedom loving young women were especially drawn to said visitors... or maybe just their captain...

Genre — fluff, angst, smut, Pirate AU

Warnings — oral, fingering, penetrative sex , death, alcoholism, death by burning, death in childbirth

Word Count — 13.3k

Rating — nsfw

A/n: Thank you @caelesjjk for the wonderful header! <33

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

"To be free means to be independent, not to be influenced by what others think or say!"

Those words were ringing in your ears as you stared over the edge of the cliff and down into the dark water that came crashing into the rocky surface of the stone in giant waves. Sat up there, you could almost make yourself believe that your life was good! That it was how you wanted it do be! But it wasn't. Far from it actually!

You were no fool. You knew that other girls your age were long married of to the richest suitor, waiting to bare their children and become the perfect little housewife! The thought alone send shivers down your spine. Remembering what it had done to your own mother, how she had withered away during those months she had carried your little brother in her womb only to tragically bleed out on while giving birth made your fingers dig into the soil and grass you sat on!

There were still moments where you thought you could hear her screams of said summer day echo through the night, making you miss her so much more. The nightmares her desperate screams had cause little 9 year old you had followed you for ages and the way it had suddenly been silent in your little cottage still haunted you to this day...

Years later is where you found yourself still mourning her soothing touch as she ran her gentle hand over your face when you had woken up from a bad dream as a child. You mourned the songs she had sang to you that you would never be able to hear again and how your little brother would never hear it at all...

Jungwon was the definition of soft, sunny and innocent, the carbon copy of who your mother had been as a person! Something your father had come to despise more and more the older the boy became. The man hated his sons soft nature, trying to make the perfect man out of the 11 year old but seemingly failing at it! Much to distracted to care for the disappointment of a daughter he had, the old man spend his days screaming, drinking and barely keeping the family Inn out of debts. The fact that it was you who kept things truly running, went ignored. Not that you cared anyways.

Enjoying the breeze of cold sea wind tugging at your face and the fabric of your skirts, you let out a long exhausted breath. The sun, drowning the scenery in a orange glowing hue was setting already and it was time to return home.

You got up, grass stains visible on your dress, looking back at the sea wondering what else could be out there for you. Probably nothing, but you liked to imagine that there was something else waiting for you out there then the sheltered and lonely life you had here. Your eyes focused on the ship sailing towards land and you couldn't help but stare for a moment longer. There was something about it that captured your interest!

Shaking yourself out of the trance you were in you quickly ran back to the village. It was almost time for dinner and you were not planning to let Jungwon go to bed on an empty stomach. That you were going to work all night without any food for yourself went ignored. You were used to it at this point and your brother needed it more, he was a growing boy after all.

Jungwons face visibly brightened at the sight of you appearing in your kitchen. His shaggy brown hair artfully braided back to prevent it from falling into his eyes and the big smile tugged at your heart. You couldn't help but brush your fingers over the side of his face as you past him and got ready to serve the admittedly sparse dinner of bread, cheese and a little meat to the 2 men of the family. The grim look on the old mans face didn't bothered you in the slightest. The smell of alcohol on him however did! It meant that he was already drunk and that you would probably have to work until the early morning hours again without him showing up to help out!

"An where wee you again?" the man hollowed, speech already slurred which told you all you needed to know.

"Helping Madame Delacroix with the new delivery of fruits. She promised to bring some over tomorrow." you said sounding utterly unimpressed by the tone of his voice. It wasn't a lie! Before you had wandered of and watched the sunset, you had helped the older woman you called your neighbor. And you didn't plan on telling where else you had been. Instead you winked at your little brother who had to hide a giggle as he took a bite from the slice of bread you had put in front of him.

Your father huffed annoyed, looking at the food with disgust. Long used to the complaints of the bread being to dry or the meat being tasteless you busied yourself with listening to Jungwon telling you about his day instead. The happiness that radiated from him was almost contagious.

"Will you read me a bed time story later?" the boy wanted to know and promptly pouted when you shook your head.

"Why nooot?" he whined.

"I'm sorry Wonnie, but I'll be at the Inn already when you go to bed later."

It was evident that the child didn't like that but he accepted defeat quickly, knowing that arguing would get him nowhere. "Ah don be such a wuss boy! Your sistr shouln be coddling ya so much, you weak nough already..."

Could looks kill, your father would have fallen out of his seat right then and there! Not that he wasn't close to falling of it anyway.

"Ignore him!" you mouthed at him and received a nod in return.

Soon the food was gone and without a word your father staggered out of the kitchen, almost falling over in the process. Where to you didn't know and you didn't want to.

"Will you be okay alone? You know that you have to lock the doors and to-"

"To come to the Inn and stay with you if there's something wrong? Yes I know sister, don't worry I'm a strong boy with a dagger!"

Of course he knew the rules, you had made sure of that early on. It wasn't safe, by far not but with the way things were you didn't have another choice and you had to trust that nothing would happen.

Taking a step towards Jungwon, brushed your hand over his head and placed a kiss on his temple. "Someday things will be different l promise!"

"I know and now go! I will be fine and father is here too."

That wasn't as reassuring to you as he thought but you nodded, a pained smile grazed your lips as you left. Your stomach was growling and you hoped that you could snag a bowl of stir-fry from the Inn kitchen later on.

The way wasn't far and you were the first one there to open the establishment. Soon 3 coworkers would arrive to cover their shifts for the night but as the daughter of the boss that never showed his face, you took on that role.

The candles were already lit up when the first one arrived. Yoongi, your head chef , could be compared with a grumpy cat! Ready to strike at any given moment but still lovable and in need of some head scratches.

And then there was Hyunjin, flirty and always ready for a chat. Oh and always ready to either punch or kiss Jisung, the man who came in only to bother the waiter you called your best friend. You were sure that the two were somehow involved with each other but both firmly denied that.

He waved shortly and helped you sweep the floor once more before you opened and then vanished in the back. Hyunjin liked the dramatics of always being falling through the door just minutes before you turned the Closed-sign around to show Open instead and so, like always he flew in right when you wanted to turn the sign around. He apologized hurriedly and promised to never let that happen again. It caused Yoongi to laugh loudly from the back. As if. The dark mark sucked into the skin of his throat almost glowing!

The evening went and the night began and with it customers started pouring in. You knew most of them, it was a small down after all and nothing out of the ordinary happened.

It was the usual. Men came into get drunk or have their fun with the ladies searching for a good time and strip those idiots of their money, as long as there was no drama you didn't care or the occasional traveler searching for a room to sleep in and a warm meal. Nothing out of the Ordinary until the door opened and in came 4 men that were complete strangers to you. One glance to Hyunjin told you that he too was clueless to who they were. They looked like trouble as they sat down at the bar where you were making sure that drinks were being filled so Hyunjin could quickly deliver them to the tables.

Thankfully they kept to themselves for the most part. The shrieking laugh from one of them however could clearly be heard in the entire Inn! You would lie if you said that the first time didn't surprise you so much that you almost dropped the jug of beer you were filling causing Hyunjin to almost drop to the floor laughing. Quickly whacking him with a towel you made sure he knew how displeased you were and you hoped they hadn't noticed your little moment.

"What can I get you gentlemen?" Leaning against bar counter you looked at them expectantly.

Four pairs of dark brown eyes found your e/c ones with various degrees of surprise or interest.

The loud one was sitting there, wide-eyed and open mouth as if he had just wanted to say something. His black hair framed his face beautifully, not a piece out of line.

The tallest one—with honey-blonde hair sticking up wildly—had his head propped up on his ring-clad fingers. His white shirt was only halfway buttoned up, exposing the entirety of his very toned chest.

Next to him was another black haired one with mesmerizingly soft features that reminded you of your mother; and last, but not least, the one that glared at you, very unimpressed.

His silver hair was short at the sides and long on top, tied back with chains of black, white, and what seemed to be a gold chain. His ears were adorned with multiple earrings and a face reminding you of the fairies in old tales…

"Uhm, 3 beers and 1 whiskey please?" the tall one said, sounding unexpectedly shy even with his deep voice and you turned to look at him instead of staring at his fairy friend.

"Sure. Want anything else? Maybe some food?"

3 of them shook their heads while their friend was still not taking his eyes off of you.

"Here you go! Tell me if you need anything else!" You put the filled jugs and the glass down in front of them. "Thank you darlin."

Surprised by the higher pitched voice of the glaring stranger, your eyes found his again. It fit him well. You had to admit that he was handsome and definitely your type as he swirled the whiskey around in his glass with a calmness you envied him for.

You bit your lip, quickly turning away to get away from the situation.

A little further, old Jinyoung was hitting the bar like he tried to catch flies to get your attention. You rolled your eyes. The man was a regular and regularly he drank himself under the table, tumbling out of the Inn almost blackout drunk only to come back the next day and repeat it all over again. That’s how it had been ever since you were old enough to work for your father. He was nice, at least when he got what he wanted, but also very loud and had the tendency to flirt with everything that had legs.

"Aye girl, don ya look lovely today. How bout ya give an old man like me nother refill?" Jinyoung slurred, followed by a burp that had you grimacing at the smell.

"Don't you think you had enough already? I'm sure your wife is waiting for you." With furrowed brows he waved you off. "Don kid yaself girl!"

Hyunjin caught your eyes from across the room, balancing a tray of empty bowls and jugs as he made his way into the kitchen to rinse them clean. The waiter had never been a fan of the drunk man who continued rambling about the hardships of his life and marriage and tried to stay seated upright.

"Just throw him out. Man is wasted enough as it is and probably won't remember tonight at this point. Not like that's anything new..." he suggested in passing. Not bothering to answer him, instead you watched the old man eventually do tip over only to be caught be the loud shrieking stranger.

Huffing, you thought about it. Maybe your friend was right and you should send him on his way to sober up. A shudder ran down your spine at the thought of possibly provoking an argument.

"Ahh, Jinyoung-ssi, I think you had enough for tonight... Maybe come back tomorrow but I think you should go home and sleep a little."

A deep frown fell upon the mans face after the words had registered in his foggy brain.

"Thas not on ya to descide foolish girl!" he snapped, words barely audible at this point. "N' now gimme 'nother!"

Customers were turning their heads to see what the commotion was about, only to turn back to their own tables when they recognized who the cause of it was they were all used to the antics of the drunkard. The side eye he received from the four men beside him almost made you snort.

"I don't think so. Please leave my Inn and sober up."

Reaching for the jug, you planned to take it from him. Although horribly intoxicated, his reflex in grabbing onto your arm was still sharp and a dull pain made itself known.

"Let my arm go, now!" you hissed lowly, eyes focused on his hand tightly holding onto your wrist.

Not reacting to your demand, his grip only got tighter. The pain only getting stronger. You winced.

"Let go!"

Jinyoung growled, sounding much like a wild animal at the moment.

"I think the Lady told ya to let go of her just now…”

Shocked by the sudden help, your head whirled around to where the silver haired man was taking a sip of his glass, effectively emptying it in the process and slamming onto the counter. The noise left the man still holding onto you startled, giving you the chance to try and twist yourself out of his hold!

Glaring at the much younger man Jinyoung snarled, "Non of ya business!" only to turn back to you.

"Now about tha beer girl-"

The sound of a blade hitting the wooden surface of your bar cut him off. The silver haired stranger twisted a dagger between his fingers, reflecting the light of the candles brightly. The unspoken threat hanging in the air loud and clear.

"Captain!" his deep voiced companion warning quietly, receiving a blow to the side from the black haireds elbow.

“Ya gonna let her go now?"

The pressure on your arm went away but you could still feel his fingers lingering on it. Teeth bared, the man pulled out o few coins clumsily, dropped them on the counter. Stumbling out the door. while curses escaped him on the way out.

Turning back to them, you watched the stranger put his dagger aside. Eyes catching his, you nodded in acknowledgment to thank him. For a split second you thought you could see the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. Giving you the slightest hint of a smile!

Things calmed down again. Only your nerves were still a little unsettled, making you inhale to calm yourself.

It was already early in the morning and people slowly started to leave until everyone safe for you, Hyunjin and Yoongi were left to clean up. The first rays of the morning sun illuminated the Inn already when you were finally able to closeup and say goodbye to the two men.

Tired and ready to fall into bed until you had to get up again, you went straight past your snoring father who had passed out on the stairs it seemed, checked on Jungwon one last time before you your door behind you.

Sleep however didn't come easy, even with the blanket pulled up to your nose. The fabric felt unusual scratchy on your skin.

Your thoughts began to wander as you turned and twisted to find a position comfortable enough to let you fall asleep. They went back to the whiskey drinking captain. For the rest of the night you had felt him watching your every move up until they left again. It had left you more flustered then you would like to admit!

His piercing stare seemed to haunt you even now! You would be lying if you said you weren't intrigued as well. But now it was to late. The handsome stranger was gone and the chance of running into him again was close to none...

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3 Days later you were on the way to buy some much needed food at the market down at the docks! The fisher boats were out at sea at this time of day so there weren’t that many ships there today, safe for one you had never seen before.

It looked familiar in a way and although you couldn’t pinpoint where you had seen it before, you felt an energy radiating off of it that mesmerized you!

Even early in the morning, the streets were already filled with people who -just like you- were running errands. Buzzing with life that forced you to navigate through the crowd, empty pressed closely to your front to prevent sneaky hands from stealing from right under your nose.

"How are you dear one? How is little Jungwon doing today?" Taeyeon, the bakers wife asked excided to see you. Stroking her swollen stomach ever so gently with her hand, she handed a still warm Loaf of bread to you.

"We are doing ok, thank you for asking! How's the baby doing in there? Still keeping you awake?" The older woman took the offered coins, nodding at your question.

"They sure do! I just hope they won't do the same once they're born..."

Knowing full well that she would probably get even less sleep then now soon, Taeyeon laughed.

You weren't one to indulge in the business of others, not if you could avoid it at least. But something about the bakers wife just warmed your heart. You couldn't help but admire her! She was one of the few women who did not let anyone decide for her! Someone who was smart, confident and very vocal about the unfair treatment women got from most men! Her marriage wasn't arranged, she had refused that early on and fought tooth and nails when her parents had suggested that as a young girl!

That was what you wanted too!

"And concerning your order for the Inn, it will be ready for you to pickup later today. Or do you need my husband to deliver it?"

You shook your head. No Yoongi already volunteered to pick it up the day prior on his way to work, meaning there was no need to cause any more work for them. "Okay, just tell us if you need anything else!"

The woman hurried to tend to the next customer leaving you to continue your own shopping. Still having to get some fresh milk, fish and herbs, you turned on your heel and ran straight into the firm chest of the man standing behind you.

Almost dropping the bread, your hand flew up to rest over your racing heart. His own holding onto your elbows to avoid you hitting the ground.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I wasn't watch -" You stopped in your tracks, recognizing the man who had threatened Jinyoung just a few days ago.

"Ya okay, nothing happened." He rasped, looking just as handsome as a few nights ago, voice sending a pleasant shudder over your skin. His eyes lit up, clearly recognizing you.

Ignoring the annoyed complaints from around you because you just stood there without any implication of moving along. Your could feel your heart racing underneath where your palm rested still. Now that you stood right in front of him and there was no counter separating you from him for entirely different reasons then just surprise! He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt and his breath his your face, making you heat up rapidly as his focus trailed from your eyes to your mouth, down to the low cut neckline where he caught a glimpse of your cleavage and backup. Your cheeks were burning!

It took a moment for you to come back to reality. The reality that you were pressed right against a total stranger! You! An unmarried women! It was enough to take a step back and his hold loosened.

For the first time his face relaxed and a friendly yet dangerous smile crossed his face.

"Ya the owner of the Inn right?" he mused.

"The owners daughter actually! You really helped me out a few days ago, thank you again for that…”

Moving along you thanked him hoping that you weren't embarrassing yourself right now.

He waved it of nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. "Ah it was nothin. Some just don't know when to stop drinkin!

Reaching the farmers stand you pointed at a small wheel of cheese which you paid for and continued on your way. Stranger still walking along to the next stand.

"It seemed like ya were used to it already," he stated and you shrugged. He was right after all and there was no point denying it.

"Well kind off. Jinyoung comes in every night so yes, you could say I'm used to it."

Displeasure flew across his face. "And your father let's him back in? With the way he acts around his daughter?"

Shrugging you stepped around a goat that ran through the crowd. "He'd have to stop drinking himself to notice that."

Why you told him all that you had no idea! He was a stranger who's name you didn't even know, and here you were talking about things that had no business being talked about with him!

You could feel his piercing gaze on you but ignored it. There was nothing you could say either way.

With full arms you took the herbs you needed from the apothecary, trying to juggle every without dropping it when the bread was suddenly taken from you.

"Here let me help you!"

„Thank you…“

„Ya can call me captain.“ Snorting you gave him aside glance. „Yeah, I’m not gonna do that!“

„Well then how about Hongjoong?“

You gave him an amused smile. " Nice to meet you Hongjoong, I'm y/n! L/N y/n!"

Together you walked, talking and teasing like you have never done so before until you came to a halt. Hongjoong recognized the ally where the Inn was, but was surprised to see that you led him to the back entrance instead.

The backdoor led to a little room that was connected to the main room and functioned as an office. There were books and parchment everywhere. It looked like a tsunami had went threw it.

You pointed to a side table to signal where he could put the food he had carried down.

"I'll be going through the books for a bit and take everything home later. Will I be seeing you again sometime? I'd would be my pleasure..."

Hongjoong thought for a second before answering. "Maybe ya will, Wooyoung has been begging me to come here again either way!"

The name didn't sound familiar but you guessed that it was one of his friends. Huffing out a laugh, you teased lighthearted," So you would only come back here to keep your crew mate happy? I see how it is Captain Hongjoong!"

An amused laugh resonated through the small room.

"Well, l/n y/n, ya'll see me around!"

And he was gone again. The whole encounter left you feeling various things at once. Happy that you got to see the handsome man again and even got to know his name, sad that he was gone again already and equally excited and impatient to see him again!

Suddenly the thought of having to go through the Inns income books wasn't as bad as it had sounded this morning.

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"And you talked to him?!" Hyunjin screeched, excited to hear the newest drama whilst drying a freshly cleaned plate with a rag. You winced and nodded, pulling another sound out of him that had customers turning their heads to see what the fuss was about. The waiter ducked his head at the scolding glare of Yoongi who, for once, was not hidden in the kitchen! Rubbing his hand over his ear, the cook quickly escaped. Leaving the proximity of where Hyunjins yells weren't as loud.

"How was he? He seemed really intimidating when he was here with his friends. Frowning all night long even though his friends seemed like so much fun..." It was clear that your friend wouldn't let it go and would keep bothering you until he knew every single detail about your encounter with the silver haired sailor. So you told him everything.

Jisung, who had graciously joined you at the bar once more tonight, propped his head up on his hands. A mischievous spark gleaming in his eyes.

"Sounds like our little y/n-ie has a cruuush!" he singsonged and received a rag to the face. "Yah! Have you lost it?" you snapped pouting.

Your waiter shook his head. "Nonono, for once I have to agree with what he's saying! It sounds like you were flirting, A LOT! And he flirted right back!" he agreed and Jisung mockingly stuck his tongue out at the other who responded in the same manner.

“Okay, first of all you two are acting like children and second, we were NOT flirting! And I do NOT have a crush!"

Both men looked at each other. "Sure you don't!"

You rolled your eyes, taking four filled mugs to bring them to a table near the back, leaving the two giggling lovebirds to chatter among themselves. Both of them were wrong! You hadn't flirted with the stranger and he hadn't with you!

The door swung open and a new wave of customers came in. Under them you recognized Jungwon ducking around a man who almost ran into a table. Your brother looked around searching for your familiar face and when he found it he skipped over to you.

"Wonnie what are you doing here? You should be in bed already," you questioned while balancing the empty mugs. The boy reached for some to take from you and followed you back to the bar.

"Father was being loud again." The casualness with which the boy answered left a bitter taste in your mouth. You hated it with a burning passion! Knowing that this was Jungwons reality since he was just mere moments old was one thing you couldn't help but resent! You knew what being loud meant and you were glad that your brother had chosen to leave rather then staying and listen to the old man moaning and screaming about how his children had ruined his life.

"Oh, really?" you asked dumbly, hoping to not appear to angry. Jungwon didn't notice and hummed.

"Yeah, couldn't sleep because of it," he placed the mugs on the counter for Hyunjin to clean. The tall boy looked confused for a split second but schooled his face and ruffled Jungwons hair in a friendly manner.

"You can take the bed in the back until I get out of here and then we can go home." you offered but your brother shook his head. Instead, he rounded the bar and climbed up the chair to sit next to Jisung who delightfully started to play games with him.

Yoongi let out a low whistle to get your attention. The cook had placed a steaming bowl with stew and fresh bread into your hands before signaling to Jungwon and disappeared again. The boy dug in happily and turned back to face Jisung.

You watched carefully. It wasn't often that he joined you ad work but whenever he did you always made sure that he was always around you or someone you trusted. This was after all a place filled with drunk men and women!

"Servin children in an establishment like this? 'm shocked!" the voice of Hongjoong ripped you out of your thoughts and you turned to look him in the eyes. You hadn't noticed him coming in, nor had you noticed him sitting down at the bar with his black haired friend that must have been Wooyoung.

The silver haired man winked at you which made your cheeks heat up.

"That's my brother." you stated quickly.

"’nd that's ma nightmare Wooyoung." retorted with a side smirk at his friend. Wooyoung sucked in a deep breath and answered with mock insult. "I'm wounded Captain! I thought what we had was special!"

With his hand thrown over his heart he made a pouty face at Hongjoong who just scoffed. Laughing gently you leaned against the bar.

"You're back sooner then I thought you would be,"

"What can I say? I was thirsty." Hongjoong said casually while the boy next to him snorted. "Thirsty for- "

He cut himself off at the glare he received and you hid a laugh behind your hand. Wooyoung was definitely not the type to hold back!

"And I thought you came to see me..." you quipped with an innocent smile playing on your face. You couldn't help but notice the way Hongjoongs eyes dropped to your lips and back up again. The knowing side eye from your waiter went unnoticed.

"Same as last time?"

The men both nodded and Wooyoung eyed you with a smirk but said nothing. Hyunjin filled both glass and mug and handed them to you to give to them.

Jungwon was yawning loudly and your focus went back to him.

"Tired Wonnie?"

The boy gave another yawn. "Can we go home now?"

You knew that it was way to early to close up now and with the way things were going, you didn't want to leave Hyunjin and Yoongi to have to cater all the customers alone. "You can lay down in the back if you want but I can't leave yet, I'm sorry little brother."

Jungwon rubbed his eyes.

"He can stay at my place for tonight if you want y/n. I was planning to leave soon anyways..."

Hesitating you looked at your brother and met his pleading eyes. "Fine, tonight is free of charge for you!"

Behind him Jinyoung raised his hand slowly. "Not for you!" you scowled. His hand dropped again.

The 11 year old hopped down from his stool with Jisungs help. "I'll bring him by your house later, promise!"

You waved, blew a kiss and watched Jungwon pull a face of disgust before they went out the door.

"He's cute!" Hongjoong commented after a sip whiskey.

"He is and much to young to have to suffer late nights between drunk fools…”

At the questioning looks you received from both the silver and black haired you sighed. "What I said this morning was not just a phrase,"

While Wooyoung was non the wiser, Hongjoong had a look of understanding on his face. You weren't planning on airing out to the entire town how your family life was going but judging by the expression on his face, he understood very well without needing anymore details.

A plate shattered at a nearby table which ripped you out of your stupor and you went back to work.

Throughout the night, non of your customers thankfully made any trouble. Relieved you whipped down the last table. People had cleared out and even Hyunjin and Yoongi had already left after the kitchen had been cleaned. You met Hongjoongs eyes who sat alone at the bar. His friend already gone.

"Where-" you began to ask where his companion was. "Went back to our ship already. He can handle a lot but he gets bored easily so he went back, probably to cause trouble with his shadow,"

His glass had long been empty already but something, or rather someone, stopped him from leaving too.

"Well I'm all done and since Wonnie is at Jisung's, I have no reason to go home yet. How about another drink? This time with me?"

You didn't know where this idea came from but the grin spreading out on the mans face was worth it. ”Gladly! I'll take another of those!"

He held up his glass only to get it taken from him and refilled just a second later with you rounding the bar and a glass of your own to sit where Wooyoung had sat earlier.

Silence engulfed the two of you. You felt him watching your every move while emptying your drink almost in one go.

“Seems like you needed that tonight. Ya okay little dove?" His voice was soft, soothing for your frazzled mind.

"As okay as I can be I guess. Raising a child and managing the Inn can be quite stressful at times." You snarked and turned your head to look at him. Hongjoong nodded.

"What about your mother?"

"Dead.”

While he had already thought that much, the man had not expected you to outright say it. In the short time that he had known you there were so many things that reminded him of the things he himself had gone through as a child! It was way to familiar to not be exactly what he thought.

He wished he could tell you how sorry he was that this was how you had to spend your life. Sure, the boy he met briefly tonight was an angel but he couldn't imagine that raising a child that young had ever been in your plans for life!

"Don't look so serious! It's fine and we're used to it! Better tell me when you and your pirate friends are gonna sail off again!"

The astonished look that crossed his face made you laugh loudly.

"What? Did you think I didn't know? The first night you came here the tall blond one called you Captain! You, wanted me to call you captain! And if you don't want people to know you should really change your look! You’re no exactly subtle..."

The pirate was rendered speechless at the teasing. He really thought you didn't know! He too laughed not knowing if he should get up and leave or stay right where he was.

"Don't worry, l won't tell anyone so tell me, how long are you going to be here for?"

Hongjoong shrugged. "We don't know yet. Our ship has to be fixed and we need to restock our storage first. So probably a few more days!"

You hummed softly and he elbowed you gently into the side.

"Why do ya want to know? Ya gonna miss me?" he grinned and leaned over to get closer.

Your heart fluttered and you got even closer. Hongjoong glanced at your lips again where his eyes stayed for longer then necessary.

"Maybe..." you breathed out quietly and simultaneously you closed the gap between your lips. Eyes fluttering shut.

His lips soft and chaste moved slowly against your own, sending sparks through your body making you miss him as soon as he pulled back. Instead of entirely pulling away, he stayed close. Close enough for you to be able to feel his hot breath against you while his mouth hovered a mere inch over yours.

You slowly opened your eyes and could see him swallow harshly as you looked up, eyes finding his before they dropped back to his mouth, the tip of his tongue peaking out a little in a way that was almost mocking. For a split moment you just stared at the silver haired man.

The kiss had been brief, not long enough for it to be considered deep, but it had lit a fire in you that you hadn't known was there! It was an unfamiliar feeling that you had never felt before safe for the rare times you found yourself alone in the safety of your own four walls hiding you away from the greedy looks the men of the town often gave you! Never before had you felt this way in the presence of a man because of a man!

And when you suddenly felt his mouth back on your own, you couldn't help the sound that slipped out. The kiss now far more demanding and much less hesitant had your hands searching for something to hold onto.

Fingers buried into the lose fabric of the shirt covering his chest, giving you a short glimpse of his skin as you tugged on it, you rose from the bar stool to get closer. Hongjoong followed without further ado and without breaking the kiss. His own hands found their place on your jaw, holding you right where he wanted and preventing you effectively from pulling away! Not that you wanted to!

You could feel his tongue licking at your lower lip, begging to be let in. A battle for dominance broke out, one that you willing and gladly gave up.

Quickly you found yourself pressed against the bar, the hard edge of the surface digging into your back. One of his hands let got of your face, instead holding onto your waist before you found yourself hoisted up and sad on top of your bar counter. The glass you had been nursing on got pushed back in the process and with a clanging noise it dipped over the edge and shattered into million little pieces on the ground.

Surprised by the sound of breaking glass you whipped around, separating your mouth from his which caused him to growl quietly in dissatisfaction.

"I-" you gasped out, inhaling deeply and with wide eyes you looked back at Hongjoong.

The pirate almost stared you down with desire darkening his eyes, breath short and his head slightly tilted back to take in the view in front of him. You didn't want to know what you looked like in that moment but you could imagine that you didn't look better then you felt!

"Ignore it," he said, voice low and licking his lips. "We can take care of it when I'm done with ya!"

Hongjoong let his hands trail to your dress covered waist, down to your thighs and gently pried them open to stand in between them. His gaze was burning and you felt a little lost on what to do now.

It must have shown on your face because Hongjoong's softened at the sight of it. He grabbed your hands in his, moving them away from where they were still lodged into his shirt, lowering them and linking his fingers with your own. You looked down, noticing the black painted nail of his pinky for the first time before you got distracted again by his mouth slotting itself back against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let him claim it as his again.

For a while that's all you did. You, high up on the bar with his standing right in front of you, kissing you and enjoying the little whines he managed to pull from you while he pressed his hard on straining against his trousers against your skirt covered thigh.

His lips were oh so soft against yours, warm and demanding in a way that made you want to submit to his every move the longer he kept his ministrations up! It made your whole body shudder. Heated skin brushing against the sleeves of your dress, making you want to get rid of it along with his! You wanted to feel his skin on yours, wanted him to touch you! So you moved to shrug the jacket from his shoulders, letting it drop to the ground carelessly.

"Hongjoong," you breathed against his lips, words sounding weak and whiny in a way you have never heard yourself sound before. He immediately looked back at you, a cocky smile adorning his face.

"What is it little dove? Got something to say?" he questioned and sounded sinfully innocent while doing so. It was clear that he was mocking you which you didn't appreciate in the slightest. With a rush of bravery and determination you didn't know you had you directed one of his hands to the hem of your skirt, urging him to free you of it.

"Touch me!" you demanded.

Hongjoong had half a mind to simply rip the dress of your body once he saw a glimpse of the smooth skin of your legs but decided against it. He didn't want you walking through the streets later half undressed after all!

Teasingly slow he pulled the skirt up causing it to bunch up around your waist, leaving you in your undergarment. The man lost his patience fairly quickly after that and you felt him rip the last piece of fabric down your legs, leaving your dripping wet pussy exposed to the air around.

"Oh, little dove, I barely touched ya and you're already such a mess? Just for me?" he grins like a cat that caught the bird and let the fingers of his right hand slip through the juices collecting between your legs and over that sensitive bundle of nerve hidden there. His left one cupped your breast through your top. The way your nipple was pressing into his palm made him nearly lose his mind as it found it's way inside to free them just enough to spill over the fabric, giving him easy access to lean in and take the bud into his mouth and suck.

With a little shriek you weren't proud of you covered your mouth with your hand. The sensations you felt from your breast in his mouth and Hongjoongs hand between you legs left you speechless!

You clenched around nothing, pussy twitching with want to finally get some attention.

"Ah-ahh pleeease…”you begged breathlessly. What you begged for you weren't sure. The pirate looked up, still suckling and licking and his thumb slowly rubbing circles over your clit. Trying to push your hips further into his hand you let your head fall back.

"Are ya enjoying yourself?"

He guided your head back up, fingers under your chin, forcing you to look straight into his dark orbs. The hand working between your legs stopping and moving away. Frustrated at the loss you glared at him, causing Hongjoong to huff out a small laugh.

"Stop playing with me already and get on with it!"

The impatience in your voice wasn't lost on the man but instead of indulging you, he simply ignored it. He found it amusing that he could reduce you to such a bossy mess without really having done anything for it.

Entertained by the glare you gave him, Hongjoong shook his head.

"Ya know, I'm enjoying this way to much to just stop like that."

Without further warning the pirate dropped to his knees with a cunning smirk that should have been a warning in and for itself and let his tongue run over your folds. You jumped in shock, not having expected him to do that and a little shriek left your lips. Your first instinct was to push his head away but Hongjoong didn't let you! Instead the simply pushed your thighs further open to get even better access!

Sometimes you heard the whores that frequented the Inn talk and never had you even once entertained the idea of having a man between your legs yourself. It was harshly frowned upon to have sex outside of a wed-lock and even then it was never supposed to be about the pleasure of a woman!

But having this man, a pirate no less, lick up your juices like he was starving, finding joy in the way you moaned and keened highly with your hands trying to grab onto the wooden surface under you and your head thrown back, you cursed the gods that have led everyone to believe that.

His name fell like prayers from your lips and it was like music to his ears. Hongjoong had never been a child of innocence and showing you the wonders of what could be made his dick strain painfully against his trousers.

It was clear that you were quickly approaching your orgasm judging by the erratic breathing you let slip and to aid you he slipped his finger inside your fluttering hole.

You moaned loudly at the added pleasure, toes curling while one of your hands reached out to thread your fingers into his hair. The sudden tugging had Hongjoong groan into your pussy, the vibrations of it being enough to send you over the edge.

Hongjoong let you ride out your high before letting up, standing tall and pulled you upright.

You were panting, drops of sweat glistening on your forehead and eyes only half opened as you lazily blinked at him. Not giving you time, the pirate placed his juice slick mouth on yours, making you taste yourself. The kiss was rough nothing gentle about it and still you felt like this was how it was supposed to be!

Growing the courage to reach for the buckle of his belt, you carefully tried to open it with clumsy fingers. Hongjoong stopped you.

"We don't have to-"

"I want to! Please fuck me?"

The way the words fell from your lips, sounding so shy but sure at once had his mind reeling. Shrugging his trousers down to rest around his ankles the man tugged out his dick. You glanced at it, never having seen a naked male in all his glory and felt nervousness take over.

"Don't worry little dove, I'll make ya feel so good…”he trailed of lined himself up with your folds, kissed you softly and pushed in.

You clung to him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Hearing the quiet whimper of pain Hongjoong halted. His eyebrows were furrowed in pleasure and it took all his will strength to not just thrust all the way into your heat. He let his hands trail down your side ever so gently. You almost couldn't feel it through the silk of your dress but it was enough to relax a bit.

"Go on..." you exhaled into his neck.

The pirate slowly pushed in, shushing every pained noise until he was sheathed all the way inside of you where he stilled. Allowing you to get used to the feeling before he pulled out to thrust right back in.

The pain slowly turned into pleasure soon after and loud moans slipped out of you, telling the pirate exactly how good he was doing.

"Ya sound so good for me little dove. Let it all out, let me hear how good I make ya feel." He rasped right against your ear. It made your walls flutter around his cock and Hongjoong almost came on the spot as you whined his name in pleasure.

His thrusts grew irratic and Hongjoong knew that he wasn't gonna last much longer at the sensations of your head tightening around him.

Mouth pressing hard against yours he slipped his tongue inside while his thumb found your did again. Only mere seconds later you let out a high keen, cumming all over the pirates cock with him right behind you. Spilling his seed deep inside...

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Time past quickly after that night but Hongjoong seemingly had disappeared. It was a little disheartening if you were being honest. Something had changed for you. You were no longer just looking forward to have the pirate visit you but actively waiting for the man to open the door to the Inn and give you that cunning smile you had come to love.

That didn't happen. Hadn't you seen a glimpse of his mates around the market at times you would have thought the crew had already left town! However the captain stayed lost.

Your mood had dropped significantly since then and with it had your tolerance for bullshit from customers. Hyunjin had to cut in more times then you could count in just 4 days and you swore if you had to listen to one more scolding from him you swore you would lose it!

You weren't particularly eager to follow suit when both the chef and waiter had told you to go out, take some time off and then come back later the night.

And so you found yourself back at your favorite spot, looking at the moon glistening at the horizon and on the water of the sea. The cold air made you shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin.

The silence of the night cooling your frazzled mind significantly.

You inhaled deeply and a lonely tear ran down your face only to be whipped away and be scowled at.

"Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" you chanted quietly to yourself. There was no reason to cry! So what if you gave your virginity to a stranger and gotten attached! He was a man and no man was worth even one tear!

"So this is where ya spend ya time little dove? I have to admit, its a beautiful sight!"

You didn't dare turn to look at him, fingers plucking at the grass under you.

"How did you know where I am?" you grumbled. Hongjoong stepped closer and sat down beside you.

"You weren't at the Inn, I was worried so l asked the chatterbox behind the bar."

His words made you scoff in disbelief which made him raise an eyebrow at your cold behavior.

"Is my little do- “ With a dark glare you cut him off hoping that he could see it in the darkness.

"Don't call me that! I'm not yours!"

Hongjoong immediately sensed that you were far from happy to see him.

"No you're not..."

The silence you gave him was loud and deafening. You bit your lip to stop the words you wanted to say. You wanted to know where he had been! Whether he really just didn't care enough about you and if you really weren't more then a quick fuck do satisfy his needs!

None of those questions came out. Much to scared to be right with your thoughts. You stayed focused on the gentle waves crashing against the rocks below you until you felt his rough calloused hands reaching for your own. You dropped the grass in shock which the pirate used to link them together.

"Ya mad at me," he stated calmly. "And ya have every reason to. Just know that I had my reasons... There were issues... lets say issues..."

You looked at his face, considering him for a moment.

"It's fine Hongjoong. You don't have to explain. Like I said. I'm not yours and you're not mine. So it's none of my business."

The words tasted bitter in your mouth but once they were out something seemed to settle over you. It made you feel the loneliness you had felt much stronger then before.

"Maybe, but I don't like that frown on ya face little dove. I like ya much better when ya smiling."

"Hongjoong..." you sighed in defeat and looked back at the sea, hoping that he would finally say what he had to say so you could be alone again.

The pirate searched for words that could best describe how he felt.

"Little dove, I- " he got cut off.

The sudden screams coming from the town had both of you looking back. One of the houses was brightly lit up, flames reaching into the nightsky! The stench of burning wood was causing your nose to itch and a bad feeling settled in your gut. Getting up, letting go of the fingers still linked with yours, you squinted your eyes when realization set in.

You lurched forward, leaving Hongjoong startled before he hurried after you.

The distance between your home and your favorite hiding spot had never seemed so far like in this moment and you finally reached the lit a flame house your lungs to felt like they were set on fire! Hurriedly you turned your head left and right to see if you could find your father and brother but all you could see was the intoxicated old man, sat with some of the older women while the worried about him and the burns on his arms.

Hongjoong too had reached the scenery staying close behind you.

"Jungwon!" you whispered when you couldn't find him. Darting forward, planning to run inside and get the boy out yourself, you charged towards the door when you felt 2 arms wrapping themself around your middle. Effectively preventing you from coming close to it!

"JUNGWOON!!!!"

Hongjoongs heart broke at the audible desperation in your screams. He had to use all of his strength to be able to hold you back while you pleaded with him to let you go. Tears were running down your face like a waterfall.

"Ya can't go in there little dove! Ya'll die trying!" he whispered into your ear from behind and sobs were bubbling out from your throat in response. Fighting against his hold was just draining your energy, his grip wasn't loosening and you gave up. Your knees gave away and you had to watch the house you had grown up in, the house you had raised your brother in, slowly collapse under the immense heat of the fire!

A series of unintelligible whimpers left you and all Hongjoong could do was shush you, his arms tightening around your trembling for, wanting to make sure you knew he was there. That you weren't alone.

The sound of thunder rumbled through the night and rain started falling as a slight drizzle soaking your hair and dress. You let it happen. Not caring if you got wet you let the rain mix with the tears until Hongjoong tried to move you to at least search for cover somewhere close.

The rain got stronger, fighting and winning against the flames until all that was left were a few still smoking, blackened beams of wood that had held the house up. Debris was everywhere.

A blanket was wrapped around your shoulders by your neighbor and Hongjoong who maneuvered you so he could properly hold you. Tired and numb you let him do as he pleased, still staring at the steaming remains.

You could hear the neighbors woman talking and for a moment you even thought you recognized Hyunjins voice but it was like your head was surrounded by a fog that made it impossible for you to really hear what they were saying.

Only when the sun started to rise, rain still falling and dark clouds covering the sky, did you finally see the entire damage the fire had left in it's wake.

Hongjoong watched some of the bystanders carefully search through remains, swallowing harshly when he saw the heavily burned body of a child being pulled out. He didn't think he would be this effected but just through the short moments he had seen of you and your brother, he knew that the confirmation of his death would be devastating.

The pirate glanced at your father. He had stepped out of the house he had been taken to and looked remarkably sober. Still, something about him irked the pirate to no end! With heavy steps the man walked through the rain right to where you and him where sitting. It didn't seem like you realized he was there and judging by the empty expression on the old mans face, it didn't look like he was very sad about the tragedy in the first place! Alarm bells went of in Hongjoongs brain.

"So you weren't in there," he said rubbing the back of his neck. The voice of your fathers hocked you out of your trance, making your red eyes focus on him.

"Father I-"

"What a shame…”

With those words the man walked off. You swallowed harshly at his words and Hongjoong carefully watched your eyes harden.

"Don't listen to him," he gently instructed as he looked after the man. This was the first time he ever met him and still, he could feel himself developing a kind of hate for the man he rarely ever felt. "He's just a bitter old man!"

Sniffing and whipping at your face, you turned your head to stare at your burned home.

"Yeah, maybe..."

Another single tear left your eyes.

"Oh dear! You're still outside? Heaven's you children will catch a cold the way you're sitting in the rain! Come inside please!" Madame Delacroix fussed as she came running. The seamstress pulled you up from the ground, out of the pirates hold and towards her home where she had prepared tea and some dry clothes for you. Hongjoong followed silently. He was sure that with the way Madame Delacroix cared for you were going to be okay for now.

He stayed in the background, choosing to watch instead of involving himself in the way the older women made you lay down and covered you with a blanket. Not long after I you were out like a light.

The seamstress signaled for him to take a seat. Hesitant he followed the instruction. The scrutinizing gaze she gave him made him a little uncomfortable yet he did not back down, nor did he avoid her eyes.

"Who are you?" she asked, eyebrow raised as if to warn him about lying.

Hongjoong thought. "Just a friend Madame."

"A friend huh?"

It was clear that she didn't believe him.

"Yes ma'am, a friend."

"Well then, friend. I hope you'll stick around, cause y/n seems to really like you. And with everything that happened tonight, the girl really could use someone who will be there for her. Are you going to be staying?"

His mind went back to his ship and the crew that was waiting for him at the docks so they could restart their journey and guilt settled inside of him like a chain wrapped around the ankle of a prisoner.

"Not for long." There was no use in lying to the women. It seemed like she already knew when he was going to before he even did!

She nodded.

"Does she know?"

No.

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When he came back much later then originally planned, his first mate was already waiting for him at the railing.

"Where were you?!"

Seonghwa scowled at the captain. His long black hair was neatly tied back and a few astray strands were framing his face gently. With his arms crossed in front of his chest he glared at Hongjoongs tired form while he joined him.

"Things went differently then expected..."he sighed, leaning against the wood of the ships railing.

The black haired mans face softened a little. "What do you mean? We thought you wanted to say goodbye? Did she not want you to?"

Hongjoong ran his hand over his face in an attempt to rub the incoming headache away.

"Ya saw the flames I'm guessing?"

"It was hard not to see them."

"Hmm, it was her house..."

That left Seonghwa speechless. He gaped at the smaller man. "Ohhh."

"Yeah, ohhh. Her brother didn't survive and don't get me started on the father! He looked like he wished she was in there too!" he spat. "Ya should have heard him talk Hwa !"

"Judging by your face, I'd rather not." There was a moment where they just looked at each other before Seonghwa let out along sigh.

“I'll tell the others that we're staying until tomorrow, you make sure you're getting some rest and then take care of your girl!" with that the man was gone and Hongjoong left alone! A happy shriek could be heard not long after from somewhere on deck.

"She ain't ma girl!" Hongjoong grumbled to himself and looked down at the water slosh against his ship.

But the little voice in the back of his head immediately started taunting him.

Are ya sure? Or are ya just a coward huh? Ya know that if ya could, ya would just take her and sail away with her!

Would he? He would lie if he said that he didn't come to like your company and while having been running from a few pissed officials for the last few days after your shared moments against the Inn's bar, he had worried about you more then he would like to admit! You truly had bewitched him in a sense after just a few days spend together!

So yes, the annoying voice was right even if not entirely! He did want to spend more time with you, if only to get to know you better and the little flutter his heart did at the mere thought of your bright eyed smile was a sure sign that the voice was onto something.

Exhausted he stood upright and carried himself to his quarters. He threw his boots somewhere to the side, shrugged the damp jacket and shirt off, leaving his chest bare in sthis trousers and fell face first into his bed. He groaned, his mind plagued by the desperate screams of you while you fought to reach your brother.

Debating on what he should do now as he didn't want to leave you behind with a man that, to him at least, couldn't care less for you, yet he knew that the crew couldn't stay much longer without rising suspicions of who they truly were. He also couldn't just offer to take you with them, at least not without a lengthy discussion with the boys!

And there was no way of actually knowing if you even wanted to leave! This was after all where you had grown up.

Hongjoong closed his eyes and there wasn't anything he could do to will away the mental picture of you, sleeping by his side in this very bed. Waking up together, cuddles and kisses and being able to fuc- NO!

He couldn't let his mind wander there or else he might do something drastic!

Frustration settled in his bones. Why was this happening to him?

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Shivering you opened your eyes to the smell of chamomile and stew. It was a weird combination but your stomach responded with a demanding growl.

A sneeze forced itself out; almost causing Madam Delacroix to drop the wooden spoon she was stirring the stew with. The woman cursed and whirled around, spoon raised as if to throw it any possible attacker only to come face to face with you propped upon her bed.

Your head hurt from all the crying and possibly having caught a cold. You also could feel your throat hurting due to the smoke you had inhaled.

"You're awake! Finally, I was already worried since you slept half the day away without even turning around once. I guess you truly were exhausted from last night…” The caring tone with which she spoke almost let the tears return.

"Jungwon, is he- “ you croaked out. Madam Delacroix stepped closer and sat down at your side.

"I'm sorry dear, they found his body this morning. He-“

You held up your hand to cut her off. You didn't want to know how they found him, if he was burned or not, that wasn't how you wanted to remember the bright little boy.

"And my father? I saw him earlier, so where is he now?"

“Maybe at the Inn, I’m not sure.”

“Oh.. okay, thank you.”

There were no tears left to cry just as there was nothing left for you to hold close. With Jungwon gone, you didn’t feel like you had any reason to return to your father. The man had already made it clear what he thought.

You were alone, alone in a world that had never been kind to you or wanted to see you strive in any way possible. The only one who you considered even remotely close, was Hongjoong.

Hongjoong had had not left your side until he was sure that you were taken care of. Why had he done it? He had no reason to do such thing.

A pirate captain who stopped in your town to make sure they stoked up on supplies, planning to leave sooner rather then later.

Who surely had not planned to stay stay for a woman he had met only a few years ago.

Why your even wanted him to consider that was beyond you but to think that the pirate sailing awy soon, broke what little of your shattered heart had remained in tact.

“Do you know what you’re going to do now? Going back to your father doesn’t seem like the smartest thing, dear.” Madame Delacroix hummed out as she took your hand, thumb grazing softly over the skin there.

All you could do was shake your head.

“I don’t want that, but I also don’t have much of a choice, do i?”

The old woman looked deeply into your eyes, wanting to make you understand what she was going to say next.

“You always have a choice! It’s going to be hard and people may judge you, but you can always choose to leave… You can leave this town, start somewhere else. Find a new home or sail away if you really want to. It is YOUR choice.”

“Where would I even go?” you cried prompting the other to take your face into her hands.

“Whereever you want to. Listen to your heart, listen to what it calls for. Who it calls for.”

Who it-

A knock on the door broke the moment and Madame Delacroix let up to go open it.

“Well hello there, friend! What brings you back so soon?”

Hongjoong awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped inside the tiny living space. His eyes found yours.

“Ya are awake, how ya feeling little dove?”

The knowing side glance of Madame Delacroix went skillfully ignored by the man stepping closer, only to fall onto his knees in front of you.

“I’m… alone… Jungwon, he… he…” you whimpered almost to silent for him to hear.

“Ya aren’t alone, my little dove. Ya got me. ‘nd I ain’t plannin on-“ he tried to calm you down as best as he could. His rough calloused hands taking yours.

“You’re going to leave! Hongjoong you’re going to leave with your crew and then I’ll be alone. For real this time. Without Jungwon my life will be nothing. I don’t know anything else beside the Inn and taking care of Wonnie and I’m not going back. I’m not- I can’t-“

“Don’t ya say that. Ya won’t have to go there and ya won’t be alone. I-“ Hongjoong rushed to say, the brown in his eyes looked almost black in the light of the room. “I will come back… someday.”

The words tasted bitter on his tongue. Sounding like a lie to his own ears. Soemthing he didn’t want them to be. However he knew that the chance of the coming back was slim, almost non existend. So yes, they were a lie.

A thought struck him as he watched your eyes water, yet no tears fell. He knew Seonghwa and the crew would call him crazy for it but it only seemed logic for him.

You didn’t want to stay with that shit face that was your father. A mother that had died long ago and the lose of the boy you had raised, nothing was left that you could say you wanted to stay with.

“Come with me! Join our crew and-“

“And what then? I’m not a sailor. I’m not a pir- you know what! As much as I love the sea, I couldn’t…”

You looked at Madame Delacroix over Hongjoongs head. Watching as the older woman tapped her chest right where her heart was beating.

Nausea made your stomach roll, almost letting the tea you had a while ago come back up.

“I’m sorry Hongjoong.”

Disappointed his hopeful expression fell. Hurt that you didn't even seem to consider it an option to leave with him, that you didn't consider HIM an option in this tragic turn of your life, the man nodded shortly. "Don't apologize little dove."

He let go of your hands. Immediately you missed the warm feeling of his skin on your own and the smallest wave of panic hit when you realized that he was trying to get up. Trying to put some distance between you and him.

It made your heart clench. His crest fallen face breaking it all over again. Reaching out to him hoping he would come back only to lower it again when Hongjoong avoided your eyes to instead look at Madame Delacroix who had busied herself in her little kitchen to not appear like she was listening to your conversation. She absolutely was. She also had the urge to smack some very stubborn youngsters!

"The Aurora will set sails as soon as the sun rises in the morning!" Hongjoong announced, his jaw sat with his chest puffing out to appear taller. "I came to say farewell."

"Hongjoong- "

His brown orbs fell back on you.

"It was ma pleasure to have met ya, little dove. Wherever ya are gonna fly, I hope the winds treat ya well."

Madame Delacroix stepped closer with a towel to dry her wet hands. A soft yet smile grazed her lips.

"Good luck boy, and take care of yourself. I promise I will look after your girl..."

The woman winked at Hongjoong who gave you one last glance. "Goodbye…” before he was out the door.

No, no, no! This couldn't be! He couldn't leave you just like that! Not now and not yet! When you had said he was going to leave, you had meant in a few days. Not the next morning! The sky outside was already dark, indicating that it was nighttime again. You felt like someone had emptied a bucket of Ice cold water above your head as realization set in.

Hongjoong had given you an out, one that you were to scared to take. You were overwhelmed with all the changes in such short time and your breathing started to pick up. Fighting against the fabric still wrapped around your legs and body, you hurried to get up and follow the man that threatened to leave your life again after he had shaken up your world in the matters of days. It seemed silly to be so attached after such short time but it didn't matter to you.

Never in your life had you felt as cared for and appreciated as when you were around him and that scared you.

Almost face planting in the process, you cried out. A loud sob sending you into a coughing fit cut through the silence of the house and it was only when the gentle hands of the seamstress helped you up and out of your prison fabric that you managed to focus your blurry vision on something else then the door that Hongjoong had just walked out of.

"Shhh, girl. It's okay, you're going to be okay, but you gotta breath for me. Do you hear me? You have to breath with me!" She took a shaky hand to lay it on her steadily rising and falling chest, forcing you to follow along.

"No he- he can- can't leave! Please I-“ you stuttered through the heaves to get air back into your lungs.

"I understand, but first you have to calm down. Breath and then we will figure this out." Her words were spoken softly but you heard her clear enough. Breathing became easier again, yet the scratching of your throat remained even as you stopped hyperventilating.

"That's right, just like that." She soothed and helped you of the ground to lead you to the kitchen table where she had prepared a bowl filled with broth and some bread to get some strength back.

"You really got yourself into situation there, hmm?"

You chocked out an agreement, staring down at the food but not touching it. "Yeah"

"So what will you do? There is not a lot of time to choose anymore, and judging by what I have seen so far, your heart almost screams for this pirate."

Of course she knew, you weren't even surprised. Old as she might be, Madam Delacroix was attentive to everything going on in this town.

"Listen to what it tells you y/n. Don't let yourself regret not doing it."

"I told him no just now, why would he still want me by his side?" You whispered defeated. The fight having left you completely and Madam Delacroix tsked at the pathetic sight you were right now. Having known you since you were barely old enough to walk, having seen the confident woman you had grown to be, she couldn't understand how you had let yourself get this lost in your insecurities.

"That man was very much ready to fight his crew in offering you a place on his ship, girl. Women are nothing sailors usually want as they think that a woman only brings bad luck once they set foot on board. He will be glad that you changed your mind. It's up to you now to do so, so what will it be?"

Silence overcame the room and time seemed to stand still.

“I don’t want to stay, not now and never again…”

“Then I think you have your answer.”

The chair screeched as it’s legs scratched over the flooring; clattering to the ground in the process with how abrupt you jumped to stand.

“I-“

Madame Delacroix held out a shoulder cloth she hadn’t used in years. “Go!” she urged just as the first rays of the sun appeared in the distance behind the horizon. Watching as you rushed out and knowing that it was unlikely she would ever see you again…

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Running through the empty village, you almost tripped over your own feet multiple times. Just like always, there was mostly no one to be see as you raced through the streets. You passed by the Inn, Jinyoung snoring loudly in front of the closed door with 1 or 2 chickens clacking softly and even picking at his hair. Had the situation you had found yourself in not been so serious, you probably would have laughed out loud at the sight.

The docks weren’t that far, yet it felt like you were running for ages when you finally reached the first ships.

With the Sun rising slowly over the water , it made it easy to spot the ship Hongjoong and his crew had arrived in only mere days ago. It was the only ship that was bustling with life; many faces you didn’t recognize and only a hand full you did through their visits at the Inn. Gasping for air and with your lungs threatening to give out you hurried up the gangway.

“y/n? What are you doing here? You cant be here, we-“

“Wooyoung please… where is Hongjoong?” you cut the rambling pirate off, coughing.

“He— I-“ The dark haired man stammered out.

“Follow me.”

You looked to where the voice had come from, recognizing another face from the first night you had met part of the crew.

The man didn’t wait for you and so you had to hurry after him, still trying to catch your breath. You could feel your airways protesting at the harsh breathing but that didn’t matter as you did as you were told.

His knuckles rapped against the hard surface of the wooden door you guessed was the Captains quarter. Your heart was racing, pleading for this to not have been a mistake.

“Fuck off, Hwa!” The captains voice sounded rough through the door, angry at having been disturbed.

Hwa, you guessed, looked at you and nodded towards the door.

“Go on. He might sound annoyed but don’t let that scare you away.”

He left right after. Leaving you standing there to figure out what to do. This time you knocked, softer then the pirate that had left you by yourself, yet it didn’t seem to change the outcome.

Hongjoong only roared in anger and only when you heard a crash from inside did you get brave enough to throw the door open.

With wide eyes and his hair sticking up, he looked almost murderous as he swiveled around and glared at the door. Gaze softening upon realizing that you were in fact not his crew mate.

Closing his mouth that had stood open and gaping at you like a fish on land you both stared at the other before Hongjoong barreled forward, his hands suddenly cupping your face his lips pressed to yours in a hard, desperate kiss. Your fingers found the back of his head, running through the hair that was pulled up into his usual braided hair; seeking the warmth of his body while your tongues danced a passionate dance that was equally devastated and reassuring until you had to come back up for air.

“Take me with you!” you chocked out, a lonely tear falling down your face as Hongjoongs nose softly nudged against yours in a feathery touch. With his thumb brushing the salty liquid away, you waited, fearing what his answer might be.

“I’ll take ya anywhere ya want to!” He promised with another press to your mouth.

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Neither you nor Hongjoong knew where the winds would take you, but you both knew what ever would come your way, you would handle it.

Together.

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yeowangies · 11 months ago

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mutual understanding

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | CHAPTER IV: Moon and stars | V

PAIRING: Kenpachi/AFAB!Reader CONTENTS: AU - Fantasy, Medieval, Royalty, Arranged Marriage, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Pining, Explicit Sexual Content, Virginity Loss. WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: Explicit sexual content, Loss of virginity. WORDCOUNT: 4013

Summary:

Your heart was beating fast, too fast too quickly, your body suddenly burning with every touch from him; you were worried you might be sick if you got like this every time you were intimate with your husband. Was this how it was supposed to feel every single time?

Notes:

I have a lot of doubts about this, but at the same time, i'm pleased with how everything turned out. Enjoy 🤭

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Kenpachi was gone that same day. Goblins and other small creatures proliferated in the forest around the castle and had been traveling towards the King’s palace, so most of the soldiers had gone with him to eliminate them. Only a handful of soldiers and Yumichika stayed behind, much to his chagrin, to protect the castle and you, or so he told you.

It had been five days, and you had been disappointed and annoyed the first couple of days, but then you wondered when he was even going to come back.

The cold was unbearable, even with the warmest coat you had, it was difficult to stay still, so you sat, fidgeting in your seat by the gallery, watching Yachiru play around in the snow. She had taken the opportunity to sleep some nights with you since Kenpachi left, clearly bored without him. She occasionally sparred with Yumichika, but she must have gotten bored about that at that moment, much more entertained with running around the castle yards to build snowmen.

“You must be impatient, Your Highness.” Yumichika commented casually as he approached you to sit by your side.

“It’s alright, I do wish my husband would get home safely though.” He only hummed in response, and you noticed the smile on his face when you turned to look at him. “What?”

“The Captain looked pretty pissed when he left that day.”

“He was.” You chuckled.

“But you look different since then. Radiant , if I might add.”

You gape at him when you saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes, before quickly averting your gaze.

“I do not know what you mean.” You replied with blush on your cheeks.

“I take it that you two are getting along now?”

You flushed deeper, remembering that day when you yelled at Kenpachi in front of his men. Yumichika was obviously prying while simultaneously teasing you, and you smiled, despite your embarrassment.

“We had the time to get to know each other.”

“I’m happy for you, Your Highness.”

His company had been soothing in those days, no matter how much he teased you, and you had been grateful.

By the next day, you were more anxious than anything. Even though Yumichika had told you a thousand times not to worry, you couldn’t help it. Albeit, you knew nothing about how long it could take to exterminate magical creatures, but it couldn’t be so difficult, could it?

It was getting darker as you tapped your foot against the main room’s floor while skimming through the pages of a book you had attempted to read several times that day but couldn’t find it in you to focus. You were on edge, concerned and desperate, when you heard the horn outside the castle being blown, the announcement of Kenpachi’s arrival.

You dashed out at once, catching a quick glimpse through the window of the soldiers riding their horses as they entered the castle. You had never run so fast, and you were at the entrance just in time to see Kenpachi jumping off his horse, your heart jumping in your chest from excitement at the sight.

He had seen you running towards him as soon as you stepped outside, but his expression showed his surprise when you jumped into his arms. His cold armor gave you goosebumps, you didn’t even grab your coat when you ran out, but you only clung to him harder, smiling wide when you felt his arms wrapped around your frame.

“Why did my husband take so long to return?” You asked him, straining your neck to look up at him after you pulled away.

“I would have burned the forest down to get here faster if I could have.” Kenpachi replied with a smirk, patting your head.

When he kissed you, you froze for a split second. It wasn’t common practice to kiss your spouse in public, much less sticking their tongue in their mouth, but it was what your husband was doing at that moment. While you were surrounded by his soldiers.

“Ken!�� You said between kisses while pushing at his shoulders. “Your men are watching us!”

“Who the fuck cares?”

Kenpachi kept his lips on yours until it was obvious that you wouldn’t return it. You were faced with the cheers and applause of the soldiers surrounding you, which only mortified you more as you buried your face in your hands.

“Shut up!” Kenpachi hollered, making all the men flinch. “You have the day off tomorrow, now get lost!”

You gasped when he suddenly picked you up in his arms before he strolled into the castle, carrying you up the stairs as if you weighed nothing.

“What are you doing?!” You yelled, clinging to his neck as firmly as you could. That might as well be the highest you had ever been without your feet touching the ground and it made your blood run cold.

“It’s been six fucking days. Can you even imagine the state that I’m in?”

“I-I do not understand what you mean…”

Kenpachi had taken you to your bedroom faster than you could have imagined, and he let you down on the floor before closing the door.

“It means I thought of nothing else but you when I was freezing my ass off in the forest.”

You recognized the look in his eyes as soon as he turned to you, and it ignited a fire within you that you had only experienced once in your life.

You had been too excited to have him back that you didn’t even notice how dirty he was until he kissed you again.

“Ken, please wait a second…” You pleaded, pushing at his shoulders.

“I can’t wait another second!”

“You’re filthy!”

“ I’m what? ”

He looked at you, bewildered and obviously angry, and it took all your willpower not to smile even a little bit. A silly thing to find amusing, but you were thrilled that he desired you so much he couldn’t wait. You didn’t want to wait either, quickly feeling that tingle between your legs as soon as he had kissed you.

But you wouldn’t do it with the smell he was exuding at the moment.

You ordered one of the maids to bring hot water for a bath as fast as she could before you helped Kenpachi get rid of his clothes. Difficult task considering how handsy he was; tugging at your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. As if he was trying to coax you into giving in. It was all the more complicated to stick to the simple resolve of just waiting for him to bathe. His actions were exciting and made your heart jump happily inside your chest.

“Can you wait just a few moments until the bath is ready?” You half heartedly chastised him after pushing his hand away from your waist.

“You wouldn’t be asking me that if you knew how hard it’s been since I left.” Kenpachi replied, once again sliding his hands up your waist, dangerously close to your chest.

Whatever protest you could have had died in your throat when he pressed you firmly to his body, head leaning down to lick up your neck. You didn’t even attempt to fight him off then, shuddering at the contact of his lips to your skin, making you gasp. Your feeble resolution was quickly discarded, but you didn’t care.

Your dress was ripped easily, and you gaped at him, in disbelief that Kenpachi had simply pulled at the fabric and that was all it took to leave you in your undergarments.

“My dress! Why did you-”

“I’ll buy you more dresses.”

His lips clashing against yours prevented any further complaints, and your mind turned to mush when his hands started grabbing and kneading at you, a flimsy camisole and his pants the only pieces of clothing between the two of you. Though it didn’t matter much; when he embraced you firmly against his body, you could feel his erection as it pressed against your stomach, making you gasp against his lips.

Kenpachi got rid of your camisole in the blink of an eye, leaving you completely bare for him. You yelped when he picked you up and unceremoniously threw you on the bed, crawling on top of you and attaching his lips to your neck, nibbling and licking while his hands roamed your body.

The heat in your abdomen surged when his fingers traced the inside of your thighs, all the way until they slid past your wet folds. You jolted and gasped, thick fingers prodding and pressing against your walls. Kenpachi stared at your face, gauging your reaction, grinning salaciously when he grazed a sweet spot inside you, making you moan.

He pumped his fingers with obvious intent, every word in your mind casted out in the process. You stuttered breathlessly, clinging to his arms and moving your hips against his hand. It was like your body had a mind of its own and you couldn’t control yourself.

“That’s it,” Kenpachi groaned, licking his lips as he eyed you intensely. “Fuck, I’m going to have you all for myself.”

He crashed his lips against yours, swallowing down all the noises you made. Groping your chest with one hand, his fingers never slowed down, sliding in and out at a fast pace, creating one of the most sinfully wet sounds you’ve ever heard. It only made the knot in your abdomen grow tighter.

The knock on the door brought you back to earth, much to your embarrassment. You pushed at Kenpachi’s shoulders, trying to get him off you, but he didn’t budge until the maids announced in a very quiet and awkward tone that they had prepared the bath.

You gasped when you realized they must have known what you were doing.

When Kenpachi finally pulled away, it was due to your flailing as you tried to cover yourself with the blankets.

“Hurry the fuck up.” He grumbled to the maids, irritated, as he opened the door.

The maids hurriedly walked in with the wooden bathtub and hot water, arranging the towels and clean clothes before they were practically kicked out of the room by Kenpachi’s impatient orders while you had cocooned yourself with the covers. When he tugged at the fabric, you whined like a child throwing a fit.

“What is it? I can’t read your mind.” He complained, still pulling at the sheets.

“The maids heard us!”

“So? Who gives a crap?”

“ Who gives- ”

Kenpachi removed the blankets from your face with one harsh tug, and you were forced to see his still lustful eyes and an amused grin.

“Join me.” He said, signaling to the bathtub behind him.

“I-I mustn’t, you’re the one who needs to wash up…” You stuttered, blushing when he undid his pants, muscles bulging with every little move.

Propriety aside, you stared wide eyed when he stood naked in front of you. Your fingers flinched, eager to reach out; his cock was long, thick and standing at attention, and you were curious about what it’d be like to touch it. Was it normal to be so big? It was the first time you saw a man completely bare, and you had nothing to compare him to, but the palpitations you were having and the sudden increase of the heat in your abdomen was all you needed to know how attracted you were to him. No matter how nervous you felt, you couldn’t wait to touch him.

Kenpachi’s devious smirk was too alluring and only enticed you more. As soon as you pulled the blankets off, he grabbed you, easily picking you up in his arms to carry you to the bathtub. You yelped, clinging to his neck until he eased you into the tub, getting in with you soon after.

“I thought you’d complain more.” He teased you, taking your hand and pulling you closer.

You couldn’t reply, too nervous and excited to speak, only licking your lips as you scooted closer to him, settling between his legs. With a hand on the back of your neck, Kenpachi wasted no time and kissed you fervently. All his kisses had been insistent and greedy, but you knew the difference then. Everything was burning hot and you were dying to be smoldered.

Curiosity and desire got the better of you, and you reached for his erection, wrapping your hand around it and feeling the heated skin on your fingers. The deep groan that came out of Kenpachi’s lips made your heart stop as you experimentally moved your hand, eliciting more sounds from him.

Though you didn’t really know what to do, the few reactions you got from him so far were enough to keep you going. Kenpachi grunted, tugged at your hair, shuddered with every twist from your hand. It was exhilarating, a new passionate thrill; you had power over this strong, big man, even if it was just for a moment. Why did you let him go for a week in the first place if just a small touch made you feel like this? And why couldn’t he come back sooner?

“Why did you take so long to come back?” You asked against his lips.

“I got lost.” Kenpachi groaned, frowning as if he was in pain.

“You got lost?” Your eyes opened wide and a smile tugged at your lips.

Pulling at your hair, he kissed you forcefully once more as he wrapped his fingers around your hand, guiding your strokes on his cock. He moved urgently, grunting into the kiss, jerking his hips into your fist.

For a fleeting instant, Kenpachi seemed cute , so desperate to keep touching you, making your heart flutter. Maybe you were more enamored than you initially thought.

Pushing your hand away after a few pleasant moments, he tugged at your arm, urging you to sit on his lap, water sloshing around as you straddled him.

“Come here, princess,” Kenpachi smirked, licking his lips as he eyed you up and down, taking in the sight of your wet naked body. “I’ve been dying to see you.”

You inevitably blushed, but didn’t recoil. His hands slid up and down your sides, gripping your flesh, squeezing every inch of you. You wanted him, needed more of his hands, his touch on your body, like the moon needed the stars to make a night complete.

His fingers slid between your legs, easily gliding two digits inside you in one swift move, and you moaned, clinging to him when your thighs trembled. Your arousal had reached its boiling point moments ago, but you could feel it rapidly growing again as he pumped his fingers.

When Kenpachi took them out, he guided your hips towards his erection, stroking his cock in his hand before gliding the head over your slicked folds. You breathed in deeply, bracing yourself with a tight grip on his shoulders.

As he slowly slipped inside you, you were left breathless. Being stretched beyond what you imagined, you felt a tang of pain, but the pleasure of being filled overtook you. You panted until he was fully sheathed inside you, digging your nails into his skin as he planted open mouth kisses on your neck.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” Kenpachi murmured, surprisingly sweet, against your damp skin. “Relax…”

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder, taking in his scent. His natural musk mixed in with an earthy smell, it must have been due to all the days he spent in the open field. But it was so his , you loved it.

Your walls clenched around his erection, and he groaned, long and loud, against your neck.

“ Shit , what are you doing?” Kenpachi asked in a shaky voice, holding you tightly. “I’m trying to hold back here…”

“Why are you doing that?”

“What kind of question is that? I’m not some brute who will just fuck you without consideration when it’s your first time.”

You pulled away to look him in the eye, brushing your nose against his as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

“Maybe a little bit of that is what I want… it already feels good…”

The air was knocked out of you when his cock slid out promptly before thrusting back inside you in one swift move. Your mouth hung open, taken aback by the new sensation of having something so big promptly filling you so harshly.

“You gave me permission,” Kenpachi smirked, licking your lips. “Don’t complain later.”

He abandoned any delicacy he might have had, and his hips jerked into you at a hard, rough pace. Water sloshed around, spilling onto the floor, as he held onto you, keeping you in place, his cock sliding in and out swiftly.

Sounds left your lips, though you could barely recognize them. All you could focus on was that warm sensation in your abdomen growing again, and the throbbing of your skin between your legs, like it was on fire. Even his hands felt like they were burning, gripping at your hips and ass, digging his fingers in, marking you as his.

Kenpachi was grunting into your neck, occasionally licking and biting the skin there, and you had no idea how insanely hot his voice could be until then. Low and deep and hoarse, lost in the pleasure and God, you wanted to hear more of that.

His grip on you was making it hard for you to move, but you attempted to roll your hips just in time with his thrusts, and a low growl rumbled from his chest when your hips met.

“ Fuck , you’re gonna make me lose it…”

“Stop treating me like a porcelain doll,” You tugged hard at his hair, making him face you. “Show me how much you desire me!”

His eyes were already clouded by lust the minute you looked at them, but something shifted when those words left your mouth.

You were taken off guard when his hips promptly jerked up, his cock hitting so deep you saw stars behind your lids.

Kenpachi crashed his lips against yours, devouring them and swallowing down all the noises you were making. It was impossible not to be loud; every sensitive nerve was being stroked by his wonderful cock, even places you had no idea could feel so good. He held you firmly with an arm around your waist, and you tried to grind down to meet his thrusts, but it was clear that you couldn’t match his moves.

He fucked into you like an animal driven by pure instinct; like he had been waiting for this for the years. The tub creaked with every slap of his hips against your ass, and you were afraid it might collapse underneath the both of you, while simultaneously hoping he wouldn’t stop. Curses left his lips with every push of his dick, adding to your arousal, the heat inside your tummy burning, close to snapping.

You couldn’t believe how close to the edge you were already, panting and whimpering every time his cock hit inside you just so, making your legs shiver. You dug your nails into the skin of his back, drawing blood, coaxing a guttural groan from Kenpachi, music to your ears.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” Kenpachi growled, staring at you with dark eyes and the widest smirk you’ve seen on his face.

You opened your mouth to try and utter an answer, but his thumb suddenly rubbing your clit left you breathless. Every stroke was precise, with the right pressure to push you over the edge. You wanted to warn him you were bound to tip over soon, but you couldn’t articulate any words, too far gone to think straight.

“Come on, baby, I wanna feel you.” He instructed you, licking at your mouth as you stuttered out a moan. “Come on my cock.”

His words were all you needed, and you shuddered as you came, completely overwhelmed. Jaw hanging open, you held tightly onto him as sparkles danced in your mind, pleasure flooding your veins as he fucked you through your orgasm, making your toes curl.

“ Fuck , that’s it.” Kenpachi growled, keeping his eyes fixed on your face as he rammed into you. “I’m the only man who will make you come.”

His rhythm wasn’t fazed by your insides clenching around his length; if anything they spurred him on. Increasing the speed, he chased his own release, grabbing your hips in a firm grip as you shook with aftershocks, whimpering every time his cock slid in and out.

“You’re mine and only mine!”

With a hard thrust, Kenpachi buried his cock inside you, throbbing as it spilled his cum, filling you to the brim. You sobbed, the sensation of being even fuller than earlier making tears well up in your eyes. The skin between your legs tingled pleasantly as your thighs quivered, tired from the strain.

It felt like ages until you came down from your high. You were floating in the sky, but his hands brought you back with a smoldering touch. Nothing compared to the ground shaking orgasm you just experienced, and you finally understood what the fuss was about when your maids gossiped about sex. Though you doubted people even knew how good sex with Kenpachi was.

Both of your skins were wet and sticky with sweat and bodily fluids, but you didn’t mind, choosing to keep your arms firmly wrapped around him as you regained your composure. Half of the water had spilled onto the floor, and what was still in the tub had turned lukewarm, but Kenpachi’s body was hot enough to keep you warm.

Was it possible to feel this way in the arms of a man like him?

His cock was still inside you when he stood up with you in his arms, and you let out a shriek, clinging tightly to him as he got out of the tub.

“I’m not done with you.” Kenpachi said, spilling water onto the floor as he walked to the mattress to lay you down.

The cool air hit your damp skin, creating goosebumps, and you gasped when he shifted his weight, his erection moving slightly, making you shudder. Still sensitive after such an intense orgasm, every little move sent jolts of pleasure through your veins.

As Kenpachi loomed over you, your heart skipped several beats. The image was oddly familiar, but the feeling blooming in your chest was quite different than that night he had saved you in the forest. His aura was just as heavy, but it only made the warmth in your abdomen burn anew, and you couldn’t wait for him to start fucking you again .

“I’ve been waiting for this for way too long,” Kenpachi grinned salaciously, eying you as if you were a piece of meat and licking his lips. “I’m gonna take my time now.”

With a hand on the back of his neck, you brought him down to meet your lips, kissing him fervently. He grunted, surprised but just as eager, sliding his tongue into your mouth while he gripped your waist.

Pulling his hips back, Kenpachi thrust into you sharply, making you moan into the kiss, stars beaming behind your lids when he started a steady pace. As he trailed his tongue down your neck, you submerged yourself in every sensation, every touch, every sound, letting go of any inhibition that might have still been lingering in your mind. You just wanted to focus on this man, who just happened to desire you so, and wanted to please you while he satiated himself simultaneously.

And everything felt so heavenly, you moaned over and over, unashamed, as you got closer to the edge for the second time that night.

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afiendishthingynisba · 5 months ago

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I put Nelson in a header bc yall liked Fran last time. And here’s a WIP with cats!

Carlos wakes up to his water glass landing on his face. “God– fucking– Beezus, go away!” He splutters at the dainty tortoiseshell cat now sniffing curiously at his eyebrow. She purrs thunderously as she realizes she’s successfully roused him. “Why do you always have to be such an asshole?” He groans.

“Papa!” bellows Jonah, skidding into the bedroom in that way that always reminds Carlos of Kramer. “That’s a bad word.” Carlos breathes carefully through his nose. His head is throbbing again, and worryingly, the bed seems to be rocking back and forth. He really doesn’t want to throw up. The time last night had been excruciating and he had cried while TK held him gently and petted his back and apologized over and over for something that wasn’t remotely his fault, and Ramona purred his head off and took advantage of the opportunity to lick the bathmat while his humans were distracted.

“Hey, Jojo,” TK rushes in behind Jonah, speaking in a register that doesn’t make Carlos’s ears bleed, unlike his brother. “Remember how Papa got hurt at work so we have to be very quiet and let him rest, so we don’t make his head hurt more?”

Jonah’s huge brown eyes grow somehow bigger. “Wait! Still?”

“Still–? Jonah, bud, we talked about it, like, a half hour ago.”

“Yeah and we had breakfast just you and me so he could rest! You’ve been resting forEVER, Papa, does it still hurt?”

The concussion hurts so fucking much. It hurts even more than his pride from the perp getting away after Carlos literally fell on his face chasing him. He suspects Sam Campbell is still, at this moment, laughing his ass off. But Jonah’s eyes are enormous, and he would feel horrible if he knew how much he’s managed to aggravate Carlos’s head. He’s 4. He’s supposed to be loud and boisterous. Every now and then, sometimes after a call with Enzo, he gets much too quiet. Carlos hates those days more than anything. “I’m ok, mijo,” he says through gritted teeth.

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jsprnt · 1 year ago

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Witnessing your fiancé win his first final as a captain is a beautiful experience.

virgil van dijk x reader

A/N: trying something new! let me know what you think. this is some four am fluffy brainrot btw

W/C: 1.340

you wipe your clammy hands on the fabric of your blue jeans. it’s warm, you think, even though it’s barely ten degrees outside. your anxious, warm breaths turning into clouds when coming in contact with the cold air. the only thing missing is rain, the clouds looming over wembley stadium tonight would probably take care of that soon.

your eyes drift to the huge scoreboard a ‘waiting for extra time’ and a frustrating 0-0 meeting your eyes. virgil had managed to score a beautiful header a little past the second half of the match, though it was sadly disallowed after a var check.

you feel your hand being squeezed, it snapping you back to reality as you look to your left. cody’s girlfriend noa giving you a sweet smile. you had gotten close since both your partners were already very close, especially after cody transferred to liverpool a little over a year ago.

“calm down, I’m pregnant and not as anxious as you. have some faith in the boys.” she teases, trying lighten up your obviously nervous mood. you mirror the smile on her face, giving her a little nod in acknowledgment.

you had faith in the team, of course you did. you’d rooted and cheered at every match you’d been to, ever since you and virgil started dating four years ago. he’d proposed only last summer on vacation in beautiful mauritius.

you know how capable and trustworthy your fiancé is. leading liverpool as captain impeccably this season, and it looked like he and the team were back into their best form.

if liverpool won tonight, it would become his first trophy win as captain. extra special since klopp had announced his departure in the summer. giving the one of a kind manager a trophy his last season was very deserved.

you watch as the first fifteen minutes of extra time begin. you hold your breath a multitude of times, gasping and shouting along with the rest of the supporters when the chelsea players got a little too close to the net.

it seems like absolute torture when the second part of extra time starts. it had to happen within these fifteen minutes, otherwise you’d have to go to penalties. which in your opinion and many others was a stupid gamble, no matter how hard you’d practice shooting or stopping the ball. the saying ‘practice makes perfect’ didn’t apply to penalties, you always thought.

your eyes land on your sweaty, tired looking fiancé. his tall, big frame very easy to distinguish, even all the way across the stadium. his perfectly done hair was probably a little messy by now, small flyaways escaping from the low bun you’d styled carefully that morning before he left the house.

you watch as liverpool gets a corner, your eyes flickering to the scoreboard. knowing they had about three minutes to finally score the winning goal. maybe, this was their last chance. you and noa squeeze each others hand tighter, her other hand on her bump as you both watch kostas walk to kick the corner.

you hold your breath, kostas shoots and GOAL!

your fiancé scores a header, the liverpool supporters all roar in celebration. you and noa squealing and hugging each other from happiness. you heart swells due to how extremely proud you are of your fiancé. having difficultly holding back tears in your eyes.

the next few moments pass like a blur and before you know it, you see virgil holding up the trophy, surrounded by the entire team. you hug all of the wives and girlfriends next to you, some of them even teasing you by congratulating you for being engaged to virgil. you laugh, but you know they’re pretty much right. he was an absolute gem, both as an athlete, leader and your loving partner.

all of you are full with joy and relief, singing to ynwa proudly as you feel like you’re about to burst from happiness.

one would ask why you’d be so hyped and excited about winning the carabao cup, as if it was the champions league final. though, to you it didn’t matter what your fiancé won or achieved. you would get exited and emotional about it every single time, without fail.

you’re stoked as security confirms you can go down to the pitch to celebrate. you make sure noa is with cody safely before looking around for virgil. your eyes dart around as you almost spin a circle. you finally spot him looking at the spot you were sitting at, realizing he was doing what you were doing.

looking for one another.

“baby!” you call out, trying to get his attention. he turns immediately at the recognition of your voice. the sound of it never failed to bring a smile to his face, melting his heart like a ice cube thrown in boiling water.

you finally manage to make eye contact with him, running up to him as if you hadn’t seen him in years. you jump into his arms, his hands automatically moving to your thighs, unfazed by your sudden weight pressing against his body. his own motm award rested against your thigh, as he held both you and the award.

“there’s my beautiful love..” he says, his hair is indeed messy, baby hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead.

“I’m so proud of you..” you answer, panting a bit from your little run, looking into his brown eyes, your eyes traveling to the beauty mark underneath his eye, you oh-so-loved.

you cup his chiseled jaw, running the pad of your thumb along his short stubble. leaning in to kiss him breathlessly, lips pressing onto his plump ones, tasting the sweet energy drink he had probably just chugged. you wrap your thighs a little tighter around him, deepening the kiss. your own little prize for him to show how proud you are, for now…

you both were never the pda type, especially in front cameras that broadcasted worldwide at this point. so he only swipes his tongue along your bottom lip once, before pulling away. allowing you to stand on your own two feet again as he lowers you carefully.

“come take pictures with me, baby..”

he drags you towards the club’s photographers, making sure you both have pictures to look back on. holding both trophy’s as he allows you to hold the cup its self. eventually, rain sprinkling on both your faces.

after a couple more hours of celebrating you both arrive back home in cheshire, a prefect place you’d imagine to spend the next few years with your fiancé. you’d fallen in love with it, just like you heard your other wag friends say.

you lay on your bed, absolutely exhausted, maybe even more than virgil who had ran around the pitch for 120 minutes. you weren’t aware of the time, but from celebrating to the ride home, you could estimate it was past midnight already.

your eyes almost flutter shut, before you watch virgil walk out of the bathroom. freshly showered and dressed in his new pajamas you’d just got him.

“getting sleepy?” he asks, laying down on his side of the bed, pulling you in closer. his tatted arm wrapping around your back.

you hum, scooting closer to his chest and turning to lay on your stomach. placing your hands on his chest as you look down at him. the back of his head pressed against the white and gray pillows on your shared bed. his long curls splayed over them, not in a ponytail or bun, hair products he’d just applied smelling delicious.

this was your man, so fucking good looking you fought the urge to bite your knuckles. his gaze softened as his eyebrows relaxed, his bigger hand running up and down your back.

he lead his team amazingly, with a long list of injuries at the club you were worried. but the fact that they made it happen was insane, with the deciding goal from your fiancé and amazing leadership you couldn’t help but swoon over him, nonstop. eyes roaming around his handsome face.

“you okay love?” he asks in a deeper voice, chest vibrating against your hands. his hand now rubbing your nape. practically soothing you to sleep with his touch.

“I’m just admiring you…” you say, voice quieter than you expected. exhaustion taking over your body by the second.

“I can do that all night, baby. go to sleep now, hm…” he mutters, his hand pushing your head down onto his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. it lulls you asleep instantly.

he can only sigh in delight, a stressful but beautiful night ending with you sleeping comfortably in his strong arms. knowing you’d be supporting and loving him whatever happens, it just showed the love you had for each other.

his one and only love…

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eclectic-sassycoweyes · 8 months ago

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WIP Wednesday!!! I can’t believe I both have something to share today AND am kicking us off☺️ (from my 5x05 coda) (I made this header really quickly and will not be taking any constructive criticism at this time including compliments bc I will not believe them🤭)

“I remember my mom’s eyes when she looked at him.. she looked so in love.. I mean I was fifteen so I thought it was disgusting at the time but..” he mumbles sleepily.

TK can’t help but let out another short laugh. “That sounds like a really good memory.” he says softly, his hand moving from the back of Carlos’ head to gently brush a thumb over his temple. It catches on the edge of his eye, TK’s own eyes catching on Carlos’ even though they’re closed; on the relaxed softness around them, the lashes fanning out over his cheeks.

“Yeah.” Carlos sighs. The single breath holds both happiness from the memory and sadness. The same feelings rush through TK, like they’re being transferred between them by the breaths they share, just as their pleasure had been earlier, by their hands and lips and tongues.

OPEN TAG AS ALWAYS!!! Plus no pressure tags under the cut:

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#my writing #wip wednesday #5x5 coda #Tarlos fanfiction #mar writes something #911ls fanfiction #911 lone star #my wip’s #mar tags

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moo9395 · 11 months ago

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My Ghosts headcanons

I've had these sitting in a google doc for ages so I might as well hand them over.

I've split them into stuff that 'could take place in canon' and 'modern au' stuff

Robin:

Fluent in multiple languages (kind of canon but whatever)

He has a PhD in astrophysics

Humphrey:

He gets migraines

He’s a teacher (this is quite popular), Headteacher humphrey is cool as well

Failed his driving test 4 times in a row

Coffee gives Humphrey headaches so he drinks more of it.

Mary:

She was a girl guide (me coded) (Credit to @kingofthefrogs swapped au for inspo)

Welsh (me coded)

Dyslexic

Kitty:

Can be heard on a spirit box (Credit to kingofthefrogs)

Likes Call the Midwife.

She is a Nurse or Doctor, possibly a paediatrician. Haven’t seen this done yet but I think it could be fun given her fascination with Maddocks’ injury.

She loves iced coffee.

Thomas:

He is scared of dogs (channeling me right now) Dante is a weird exception to this that Fanny often complains about but secretly is proud of.

He can experience temperature as a ghost. (Credit to Ailendolin) He is susceptible to heat stroke and sometimes gets a cold, especially after going in the lake.

He's left handed

He is dyslexic and/or short sighted. Bonus if he refuses to wear glasses. Double bonus if this gives him constant headaches.

Studied abroad in Holland for 2 years and developed a weed addiction, he moved back to the UK to get over it

Coffee gives Thomas headaches so he doesn’t drink it.

Fanny:

Hypochondriac.

Incredible at Netball (she's such a netball girlie) she plays wing attack or centre

Captain:

He has reading glasses.

Scared of chickens (Alektorophobia) (Inspired by @upsetslingshot on ao3)

Cap was in army cadets (me coded) and loved it.

Pat:

He's claustrophobic, he was in life and the fact that he died while struggling to breathe has worsened that.

He’s basically blind without his glasses. (like Velma type blind)

Road rage.

Julian:

Has hemophobia (fear of blood)

Julian was in army cadets and hated it.

Multi Character (mostly modern au stuff):

Thomas, Fanny, and Mary love watching Downton Abbey. Thomas is a passionate fan of Edith, Mary likes Sybil, and Fanny is a big fan of Violet Crawley (as she should be).

All autistic (Julian and Robin AuDHD).

Cap, Thomas, Mary, and Julian are cat people

Pat, Robin, and Fanny are dog people

Humphrey and Kitty passionately refuse to pick a side.

Thomas, Cap, Pat, Fanny and Julian are tea people.

Humphrey, Kitty, Mary and Robin are coffee people.

Robin and Humphrey as siblings/ twins.

Thomas and Kitty met in school. Thomas was being picked on and Kitty defended him.

Julian and Robin met in Cambridge Uni, Robin was doing an astrophysics PhD, Julian was doing his classmates a masters in politics.

Cap and Fanny play badminton together.

They have a group football team (more on that later)

Mary and Robin hooked up once (I know its canon but I love when it also happens in modern au's)

Hogwarts houses:

Hufflepuff - Humphrey, Pat, Mary

Gryffindor - Robin, Julian

Ravenclaw - Fanny, Thomas, Kitty

Slytherin - Cap

I'm very willing to elaborate and hear other opinions on this.

Mario Kart mains:

Robin - Bowser

Humphrey - Shy Guy

Mary - Yoshi

Kitty - Daisy

Thomas - Peach

Fanny - Toadette

Captain - Luigi

Pat - Koopa Troopa

Julian - Donkey Kong

The football team (my pride and joy):

Robin - goalkeeper, he once scored from a goal kick

Humphrey - defence, very good at headers (lol) but is frequently injured mainly due to being clumsy

Kitty - defence, she gets very invested in the game and will break knees (while apologising)

Cap - defence, it took him a while to pick up the sport but he’s thriving, works very well with Humphrey and Kitty

Thomas - surprisingly good left winger, other teams generally see him (being himself) before the game and write him off as a weaker player - he loves proving them wrong

Fanny - right wing, her and thomas make a weirdly good duo, she's absolutely incredible at penalties

Pat - central midfielder and the team captain (Cap conceded that maybe Pat was a little bit better than him at football and should take the lead ‘just this once’)

Mary - Striker, really strong with both feet, closes her eyes when she takes a shot but somehow is still usually on target

Julian - Striker, solid player but is frequently sent off for inappropriate celebrations

I had way too much fun re-reading these.

PLEASE USE THEM AND SEND ME THE FICS IM OBSESSED.

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fanaticsnail · 1 year ago

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Daughter of the Sea: Chapter 5

Masterlist Here, Header Masterlist Here

Word Count: 3,500+

Synopsis: The news you received made a ripple turn into a tidal wave, the information shaking you to your core and shatter not only your own heart, but the heart of your niece and her crew. The man you love pleads for you to process this information in another way, and you truly want to, but your duty causes you to place a hard barrier back up to fortify your heart.

Themes: Unrequited requited love, slow burn, long fic, long distance relationship, friends to lovers, found family dynamics, love over time, (smut, mdni 18+, NSFW - chapters will be marked accordingly), love-making, angst, hurt, gendered terms used, swearing, adult language.

Notes: Benn Beckman x f!reader, platonic!Mihawk x f!reader, platonic!Shanks x f!reader, slight mention of MiShanks ship, Beginning: Shanks is 19, Mihawk is 23, Beckman is 30, f!reader is 22, Uta is 2 months old for the sake of the plot (canonically she's 2 years old). The f!reader is suggested to be native to Kuraigana with her mannerisms and language.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @i-am-vita @since-im-already-here @mfreedomstuff @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @indydonuts

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Approaching the land, you heard the soft music of Uta's songs spill from her voice and smelled the bready pancakes fried in sizzling butter. Immediately, your heart panged with a guilt unlike anything you had ever felt. Wanting nothing more than to join in on the merriment and remain blissfully ignorant, you kept your hood up and darted into the bar unseen.

No sound was emitted from you that you did not intend, your skills throughout the ages not going unpracticed. As Shanks moved away from the main bunch, you tugged at his left sleeve, prompting his eyes to meet yours. You gestured with your index finger to your covered lips for him to remain silent, his face immediately growing cold at your attire. He gave you a curt nod, steely eyes holding to your own with absolute seriousness.

Leading him away from his crew and out of sight behind the bar, you stood upright and informed him of exactly what was relayed to you.

“Mihawk has been promoted to one of the seven warlords of the sea, his orders now being given by the World Government,” your voice remaining hardened and emotionless, “His bounty is canceled, as has mine been by association.” Shanks’ surprise and horror wrote itself on his face, his expressive hazelnut eyes welling in rage.

“What does that mean?” Although his words had all the elements to depict a question, there was no ask within. He knew what it meant, just as you came to terms with it moments prior.

“It means, for now,” you felt the danger rise between you, “You, your crew, and all those associated with you,” you darted your eyes between his, “Are not only Mihawk’s, but are my enemy.” He clicked his tongue, immediately stepping forward and reaching for you, prompting you to step aside to dodge his embrace.

“You're going to let him tell you how to lead your life?” he spat his question, looking at you with brutal animosity, “Going to let the World Government house-break you, to force you to serve them like a dog begging for a scrap at their master’s table?” He attempted to reach for you again, you stepping back to avoid him.

“Please don't, Captain,” you attempted to keep your tone steady, the small wobble in your voice giving you away. “I-It’s hard enough as it is to come to terms with. You think I want this?” Shanks attempted one last time to grasp you, his two hands immediately finding your biceps and tugging you into a warm embrace.

The tears finally fell as you buried your head into his shoulder. You circled your arms up his back, physically shaking through your silent sobs. He held you, placing his chin atop your head and biting back his own emotions.

“How long until I can make contact with you or Mihawk?” he whispered, his hand smoothing your hood over your shoulders.

“Two years for a single call,” you whispered between soft cries, prompting Shanks to raise his right hand to cup over his lips. He was wracked with grief, already mourning for his friendship with Mihawk and grieving the relationship he had developed with you over the years.

“Letters would be out of the question until three to four years have passed?” he choked out, gripping you tighter as he felt you begin to fall apart in his arms. You admitted his rationale with a soft nod against him.

“When will we see you again?” Shanks’ voice was barely above a whisper, his tears now spilling over his lash line and down his cheeks. You solidified your fate with two condemning words.

“Five years.”

Holding each other for a moment longer, both of your bodies remained eclipsed by shadow and your presence not missed from within the bar. After a moment, his kindness poured from his lips with a soft question.

“Would you join me and my crew if I asked you to?” he tilted your face up with his index finger, “Serve aboard the Red-Force, live with Uta and be with her always. Use your skills as a spymistress to keep her safe, use them to make contact with Mihawk. Be with Beckman-.”

“-I can't, Shanks,” you whispered, the quiver of your mouth shielded beneath the shroud of the covering, “I owe Mihawk my life. I only live and breathe now because of him, and I refuse to leave him to bear this new burden alone.” Shanks' fury ignited, feeling the wound fester and bubble within him as he slowly released you.

“You're not even going to say goodbye to them, are you?” he accused you, his anger feeling tangible as he bore his unrelenting stare against you, “You're going to slink and cower away like the viper you used to be, the snake I knew you to be all those years ago. Not even going to reassure the crew you don't hate them-.”

“-This was a mistake,” you whispered to yourself, backing away from him and shifting out from the shadows and into the light, “I never should've been persuaded to come here.” Shanks' stalking approach had you raise your arms in defense. Yassop straightened his back, immediately clocking your shrouded figure and whistling to get Roux's attention.

“Get out of here, snake,” Shanks barked at you, his unblinking gaze having panic written itself over you, “Slither back into the beak of the hawk. Live in his talons, enjoy your wines in the gloomy prick’s castle in silence. Have no joy within the walls, and enjoy a life eclipsed by shadow.” Instead of backing away further, you stood firm in place. Your hands extended out in defensive combat, your eyes narrowing.

“I am no mere animal you can bark at to intimidate, Red-Hair,” you snarled, a deep frown warning him to not to engage you further, “I have my orders, and you know where my loyalty lies. If this is where you strike me down, so be it.” Instead of taunting you further, his booming, commanding voice cut over the lively chatter within the bar.

“Dracule Mihawk, lord of Kuraigana and World's Greatest Swordsman has been promoted to a mighty warlord of the sea, boys,” he barked to his men, voice dripping with hate and venom, “And his spymistress has decided to join him on this next plight as the whispering word of the World Government.”

Your panic shot up your spine, freezing you in place as you felt several eyes draw over your form. A soft cry of your name shattered your heart, Uta's voice quivering over every syllable of it. There was no more ‘Pretty Aunty,’ there was simply your name. The name felt foreign on her tongue, as did her absolute sorrow.

“So, drink up to the promotion, boys,” Shanks continued his taunt, his humorless voice stabbing you in the heart with each subtle jab, “We have two new enemies in our midst: Dracule Mihawk, uncle to Uta, and my f-former-...” Shanks couldn't finish his sentence, his heart shattering at the memories he shared with his rival turned friend.

Movement was temporarily gone from your mind, your body frozen in your defensive stance as you watched the Red-Hair Shanks fall apart in front of you. You wanted to lunge forward, to comfort your friend and to reassure him that both you and Mihawk still love him: want to see him thrive and grow, but your guard refused to lower. A soft and steady drawl called over to you, your name first shattering before his question tumbled from his lips. You were frozen, your eyes snapping over to meet the source of a soft question.

“It’s true, Darlin’?”

It would've been so much simpler to just leave, to flee the bar and not face the two sets of eyes you could barely stand the thought of meeting with. You were adamant to all who knew you that you were not a coward, not one to turn away when things got rough and you allowed your actions to speak for themselves.

As soon as you drew your eyes up to his steely orbs, you were lost within their depths. His face had a soft tuft of flour smudged atop his chin, his hand holding a spatula for Uta's pancakes. You could feel everything in his eyes, watching as the windows revealing his heart to you began to eclipse with the hardened curtains of steely betrayal.

“I have no choice,” you whispered to him, “I live in Kuraigana, I serve Mihawk as his-.”

“-Take that fuckin’ mask off and face me properly,” his bark stung deeper than Shanks’, Uta now clutching at him and soothing over his shoulders as he slouched on the ground.

You closed your eyes, inhaling a deep breath through your nose before removing your mask by hooking your middle finger beneath it. Stalking lowly towards him, eyes refusing to depart from him for a moment. The image of him like this was branded in your memory, the former night and morning spent within each other's arms faded away with each soft step.

“And your hood,” Beckman halted your slow approach, prompting your hand to raise to your hair and tug back the hood from concealing your hair. Again, you walked over to him, halting when he barked once more at you.

“Your uniform,” he uttered in a low and bitter drawl, “Take off that thieving robe, and let me see you properly.” You immediately scoffed at him, untying the bands and loosening it from your body, revealing your torso adorned in a soft, dark bandeau. Marks of the prior night of shared love littered your body. The Red-Hair crew all witnessed the indents, welts and swollen kisses over your torso and shoulders, Beckman’s pride soaring in his chest as the cause for such unbridled expression of love.

“Anything else, sir?” your low growl taunted him, chin firmly in the air as you looked down your nose at him. He raked his eyes over each mark, memories of the actions that caused them momentarily flooding his mind before his eyes met with yours. His gaze was hard and unmoving, unreadable and unexpressive, and it frightened you.

“Aye, actually,” he handed the cooking supplies over to Roux at his side, “There's so much else that needs to be said, questions that I have that I know will lead to nothin' but heartache.” He stepped towards you, his shoulders squared as he looked down at your shorter form.

“But I'll settle for this first,” he leant down, his arms immediately hooking over your shoulders and drawing you into his body. Lips locking with yours, you felt his sorrow stab at you like one of the blades tucked at your calves. You tried to hold back, tried to not give in to feeling the way you wanted to, but his lips coaxed every truth you could muster with his lips gently collecting yours beneath it. The shards guarding your heart melted away, all within the arms of the man you loved.

Raking your arms over his torso, your guard completely fell away. All of your prior, pent up guilt and sorrow pushed into him by meeting his passion and pressing more of yourself into him. His fingertips raked through your hair, his mouth humming against yours as you anchored yourself against him further.

A soft shriek of joy prompted you to break away from the kiss, both of you snapping over to meet with Uta’s gleeful applause. Shanks sighed, cocking his head to the side as he watched you both lovingly continue to hold each other while Beckman glared at him. Uta rushed over to you, slotting herself between you both and circling her arms around you.

“Okay, Pretty Aunty,” she suddenly uttered, prompting your voice to catch in your throat, “Can we please be enemies after breakfast? And can breakfast be extra slow?”

The desire to both laugh and cry overtook you at once, immediately slinking to your knees and out of Beckman's embrace to collect her in your arms. Uta mimicked your emotion, her tears spilling freely as she laughed with you.

“I'm so sorry, gorgeous girl,” you whisper, pressing your lips against her cheek and giving her several soft pecks against her face, “I can’t. If the marines get wind of it, they’ll report it to Uncle Hawk and he’ll likely get punished for it. I can’t do that to him.”

“Not even gonna stay for a cup of coffee before you go?” Beckman jokes with you, his sorrowful voice holding a scrap of hope that you'll cave and remain behind with him. You gripped Uta tighter, ensuring she felt how hard this was for you to break from her. She clutched at your shoulders, her arms wringing around your neck and holding you close. You chose to ignore Beckman’s question, physically unable to answer him without breaking down further.

“How long until we see each other again?” Uta whispered between soft sobs. You cradled her head, placing it against your shoulder as you did the first time you held her in your arms. Feeling your heart shatter as soon as the comparison was made, you whispered into her hair.

“It will be five years until I can hold you like this, my princess,” you stuttered, “My beautiful, gorgeous girl,” you released her from your arms and gazed into her pooling eyes, “Daughter of the sea, with the sweet song of a siren.” She sniffled, her lip quivering and clenching her teeth against the flesh to halt her cry.

“I promise I will watch over you,” you whispered after taking a moment to collect your thoughts, “While I may not be able to be with you like this in some time, I will always see you have your needs met in one way or another.” Just as you moved to pull away from the embrace, a warm hand cupped over your shoulder.

“I’ll walk you to your ship,” Beckman’s stoic voice caused your spine to tingle and your heart to beat faster. You rose from your low bow after holding Uta for one final time. As she slipped from your arms, she immediately ran to Shanks. He cradled her, refusing to look at you as he shepherded his daughter towards the bar.

Elevating your body to your feet, you gripped your discarded clothes and slung them over your forearm. Refusing to turn back to face the Red-Hair pirates, or to acknowledge the man at your side, you began to make your way back to the docks.

As your foot drew up to meet the plank of your ship, you were immediately halted by a strong arm slinking around your waist and drawing you back into his chest. Turning immediately in his arms, you hung your head low and balled his shirt within your clenched fists.

“Oh, Darlin’,” his lips found the crown of your head, whispering softly against your hair, “You're truly gonna leave, just like that?” You sniffled, choosing not to say anything to him as he continued to prod at you, “Nothin' I can do or say to make you stay with me?”

“Could I say anything to have you leave Shanks and join me in Kuraigana?” you shot back, looking up at him with your eyes narrowed and accusatory, “Could I have you give up piracy and work for the World Government with Mihawk to be with me?”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and sighing mournfully. He pressed his forehead against your own, raising his palm to collect your cheek within it.

“I thought as much,” you smiled at him, your eyes softening as you gazed into his, “Just as I couldn't ask you to remain faithful to me in any other way. You deserve happiness and love, Beckman. If you find it with another-.”

“-Stop it,” he hushed you, pressing his lips against your forehead before gazing back down into your eyes, “I've only ever had your name written on my heart, and it will only ever belong to you.” Time stood still, both of your hearts yearning to remain beating as one.

“I've wanted you in my arms for five long years, Darlin’,” he continued, his resolve almost breaking as he softly whispered his vow-like promise, “What's five more to someone like me?”

“You know where to find me,” you whispered, hovering your lips over his as you stepped up onto your toes. Your breath was quaking, your hands shaking and your heart fluttering so hard you felt sick.

“Keep a weather-eye on the horizon,” he uttered before his lips collided with yours. His right hand cradled your face, his left arm holding you firmly against him as you hooked your arms beneath his shoulders and held him firmly against you.

His lips molded against yours, his feet ushering you up the panel to board your boat. Moving his left hand down to collect your hands, he moved them around his neck as he hoisted you into the air to carry you aboard. Kisses never ending, he wrapped your legs around his hips and caged your body against the topmost post in the center of your small ship. His hips stapled yours against the wooden post as his lips roamed over your face.

“Beckman, I have to go,” you moaned, Beckman's lips trailing over your neck and towards your collarbone, “I have to go, now.”

“One more,” he uttered desperately, his lips finding yours and expertly chipping away at your intentions with each slow, intentional kiss. Your hand found his cheek, swiping at the flour he had spattered on his face from making Uta her pancakes, and you smiled against him.

“Five years,” he murmured against your mouth, “Five years of waiting for you to admit you loved me, and five more until I get to have you again.” He playfully bit your bottom lip, nipping at the slightly bruised flesh.

“Five years,” you confirmed with him, leaning forward in his arms to place a gentle bite against his jaw, “Unless we just so happen to be in the same area at the same time.” His body froze, his heart swelling at the notion.

“We could accidentally run into one another,” his excitement gathered in the pit of his stomach, “There’s a few vineyards that Mihawk might need some samples from, and we could always do with more barrels to travel with.”

“Elegia is a beautiful country for music and poetry,” you informed him, trailing several kisses down his throat and nipping at the prior marks, “Uta would do well there with her vocal practice, and Mihawk always needs more romantic smut-novels to keep him entertained.”

“Oh, Darlin’,” Beckman found your lips by coaxing you up with his chin, “If you could use your talents to whisper a word to get to me,” he hummed against your lips, his longing already tangible in his motions, “I'll be waitin’.”

“We'll wait for the hurt and the heat to die down,” you whined against him as his hands hooked over your thighs and pressed more of himself into you, “Then we'll see how much I can get away with.”

“Don't do anything reckless,” he warned you, breaking his lips away to gaze into your eyes, “For now, keep your guard up and I'll do the same for the sake of Uta, my captain, and my crew.”

He placed you back onto the ground, immediately turning to aid you in readying your ship. As the last of the ropes withdrew, you shrugged your uniform back over your shoulders, leaving the front wide open to showcase Beckman's marks to him. Smiling, he jumped over the railing and began unweaving the ropes on the dock.

“Whatever happens next, please know that my heart is with you,” you confessed to him, tugging up the wooden plank and tying it off at the side. “Enjoy your life, enjoy raising Uta, and enjoy wooing a variety of women-.”

“-Why would I want other women when I have you waitin’ for me?” Beckman scoffed, shaking his head, “You're worth enduring the lonely suffering of a man in love at sea.” You laughed at him, reaching forward and taking his hand in yours as your ship began to carry you to sea.

“Then I will make your endurance well worth it the next time we meet,” you smiled at him, causing his heart to swoon for you as your grip slipped through his fingertips. He attempted to reach for you once more, but the distance was far too wide for him to meet his hand with your own.

“I love you, Darlin',” he called to you, “No amount of years’ll change that.”

“And I love you,” you called in return. You saved your tears for the moment Goa kingdom was out of sight.

The image of Shanks, Uta and Beckman was branded forever in your memory, prompting your breakdown to propel longer. Each item aboard your ship that was from the crew and your niece, you locked in a chest away with the entirety of your heart.

There it would remain until the time came where you could expose your love to the light once more.

#x reader #one piece #f!reader #benn beckman #benn beckman x reader #beckman x reader #red-hair pirates #uta #op beckman #op benn beckman #one piece x reader #op fic #completed fic series

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jaegeraether · 1 year ago

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 51)

Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (8)

Masterlist (other parts here)

Jordan wasn’t in the starting line-up, just as she’d expected. She was however, subbed on at half time which she hadn’t. She’d expected to be subbed on much later than that. The game against West Ham was tough, and she felt her lungs burning as she covered more ground that she had all season. As the sub, she knew she was fresher than the starting players and so she pushed herself further and chased the ball around the field, though she felt she was barely making an impact and became increasingly frustrated which led to her shouting and throwing her arms up. After all this time, she still didn’t understand why she became so frustrated and angry on the field; perhaps it was because she’d blame herself when things didn’t go right. The thoughts of being dropped from the England squad and leaving Arsenal without Jonas even bothering to fight for her also weighed on her mind when it came to decision making, especially the split-second ones on the field.

She’d expected herself to have a fun, calm game after spending the night before with YFN at Lucy’s apartment in London. They ordered some health-ish take-out because Lucy’s London apartment obviously didn’t have any fresh food of course and had fun at home with Blu, entertaining him and talking all things from Kyra’s little date with Courtney to where they’d be spending Christmas.

‘You should be happy!’ she almost yelled at herself as she threw her arms up in frustration at the player who’d tripped her teammate.

She looked for YFN on the side-line, her eyes wandering over the numerous purple and yellow hoodies and beanies until she found her already watching her instead of the argument between the player and the ref. She looked freezing cold, her nose red and her arms around herself but when they caught eyes, she gave her a supportive dimply smirk and thumbs up. Jordan couldn’t help but smile back. YFN placed her hand on her chest and gave an obvious deep breath in and out; a sign for Jordan to do the same which she did. Much better. She mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the Australian and turned her attention back to the game. The rest of the game was more chaotic as it went. Five minutes of overtime were added and they were drawn 2-2. In the 91st minute, she had the perfect view behind Rachel Daly to see her volley a ball from a header straight into the net. 3-2. Jordan ran to her excited and grabbed her in a hug, along with the rest of the team.

That eased some tension only temporarily though because the West Ham players were not giving up. They fought back more aggressively than they had all game, and as it was their home game in front of their screaming fans who urged them on. Jordan’s frustration built back up to the 95th minute where she was wiping the sweat from her brow and her lungs were on fire. Her teammate Alisha Lehmann fouled a player in front of her and Jordan ran over to grab the ball, just hoping to drag the time out. One of the West Ham players grabbed at the ball and shoved her until the ref held up their yellow card. She dropped the ball and tried to explain but knew she was in the wrong. She was just trying to give her teammates some extra breathing time to keep defending before the final whistle blew and if she was completely honest, the West Ham player had been an annoyance all game.

They started again and West Ham managed to score a corner, and even their Captain and goalkeeper Mackenzie Arnold came down for it. They were into the 96th minute with no whistle blown. The ball went up and for a single panicked moment, she thought there was a goal but Daphne van Domselaar, her goalkeeper teammate, managed to stop it on the line. There was one final shot from outside the box but that missed also. The final whistle blew and she let out a sigh of relief. They’d won!

She shook hands with everyone and grabbed the first water bottle she could find, along with a jacket. It was so cold she’d been wearing gloves for the game. When she was done with the team requirements, she ran over to YFN who caught her in a big, warm hug.

“Great game, Dory! You must be tired, yeah?”

“Dying!” she groaned.

“You played fifty-one minutes and it was high, high intensity. Jeez, I’d love to see how much ground you covered.”

She hadn’t known she’d played so long. “I feel like I’ve run a marathon. I need a shower and bed.”

She laughed. “You’ll have that soon enough… before your date that is.”

She groaned again. She was so tired she couldn’t even comprehend trying to navigate the awkwardness of whatever would happen with Leah in a few hours. She was tempted to cancel but YFN gave her a look and she knew she was right.

Jordan and Rachel Daly did a Lumos interview with Mackenzie Arnold and Risa Shimizu from West Ham with YFN asking questions. Jordan loved seeing YFN at work and it was so cold that she was cuddled up to her. The interview didn’t last too long, just enough to get a few laughs and good content before they said their goodbyes. Before they went, YFN gathered some information about the players in regards to interviews, what they’d want to talk about more or less etc, and asked general opinions of some of the ideas she had floating around like interviews outside of stadiums doing different things. Jordan loved the puppy interview suggestion best and YFN didn’t look surprised as she put her down for that.

“The debrief should be quick and then I’ll get changed and meet you at the car,” she said to the Australian after they’d finished.

She looked at her watch. “We’re still on time if we leave in 15. I need to talk to my group anyways. I’ll see you outside!”

After battling the traffic, Jordan managed to drop her off just in time. It’s lucky they’d done most of their speaking about Leah in the car as when they arrived it was just a jump out and run situation for YFN. Once her little suitcase and backpack were out of the car, she jumped back in the car and leant over to wrap Jordan in a tight hug.

“I love you, Dory. Please go at your own pace and communicate, okay? Let her know what you need. She’ll listen.”

Jordan nodded against her. “Stay safe in Barca and give Ridley a happy birthday for me.”

“Will do! Oh and here…” she removed the red house key from her keychain and gave it to Jordan. “Lucy’s house key. I’ll grab it when I get back.”

“I’ll try not to lose it,” she joked.

“With Lucy stalkers around? You’d better not!”

Jordan watched her walking away dragging her suitcase and smiled. She’d be with Lucy soon.

She drove to the apartment where she found a half-asleep Blu who must have been napping. Jordan gave him some love and attention and apologised for being gone. She took a shower and got changed into just a simple outfit; pants, shirt and a hoody, though she hesitated over how she looked. She found herself staring in the mirror, wondering if she should change or do her hair down rather than up. Eventually she became so annoyed with herself that she just gave up. She checked the Arsenal score so she’d know what mood to expect from Leah and saw that they’d won 3-0 against Brighton. Yep, she’d be happy. She loaded her luggage into the car before heading back inside for her most important item.

“Come on Blu, let’s go.” She picked the little guy up and took him outside, holding him close to keep him warm from the cold UK weather. She double checked that she locked the apartment properly before heading to the car and keeping the key safe there. There’s no way she was going to risk the crazies, especially with that YFN and Lucy had been through already.

The drive to Leah’s wasn’t far and even driving slower, it went quicker than usual because she was so nervous. She was still a little worked up about her game, let alone the idea of spending time with Leah.

She pulled up outside her apartment and gripped the steering wheel. Why was she doing this? Why was she going back to the person who’d caused her so much pain? They were so different in so many ways, which had to be expected as Leah was five years younger than her. Although she was mature for her age, and Jordan debatably less mature, they did have an incredible amount of similarities also. She thought back to the night before last and the feeling of Leah’s arms around her. Her smell, her feel, her warmth. Her words from the award night.

“I love you,” Leah said from the doorstep, her bag slung over her shoulder. “I made a decision without involving you. I thought I was protecting you, but I took your choice away. I never stopped and will never stop loving you. I can’t change the past, but I can tell you here and now that I’ll give you everything, all of me, and I’ll never make a decision without you again. I’ve lost a year with you, and I can’t stand to lose another second. If you take me back and realise you can’t trust me….then I’ll bear that burden of pain and I need you to know that I’d never beg you to stay just for my feelings. I’d hold the door open and offer you everything I had, because you deserve everything, Jord. Just…think on it.”

Jordan felt a tear roll down her cheek as she remembered that.

“You’re my person. I love you, Jord.”

Blue yapped from next to her which got her attention and she wiped the tear from her cheek and reached over to pat him.

“Sorry Blu, I’m just a little overwhelmed. Are you ready to see Leah for the first time in a year? She’s still the same…I mean she is in the best ways.” She put her hand out which he nuzzled and she picked him up. “Up you come my boy, let’s go see if she’s learnt how to cook, hm?”

Jordan rang the front door bell and waited, Blu cuddled in her arms and getting a little heavy. She heard a crashing sound and the patter of feet before the door was opened to reveal an overwhelmed looking Leah. As soon as she saw Jordan, she gave that smile of hers. Not her public smile, but her genuine one. The one that reached her eyes and crinkled at the corners of them.

Leah opened her mouth and hesitated before closing it and giving a little wave. Her eyes fell down to Blu and she reached out half-way, as if to ask, before Jordan nodded and stepped forward to hand him over. It was an awkward exchange of body parts, moving a dog from chest to chest but it was well worth his excited yaps and licking of her chin. They stepped inside and when she let Blu go, he was straight into exploring the place he hadn’t been in over a year. His legs were short though, so that took a while. Leah looked at her and hesitated again as if waiting for something. She gave up quickly and gestured to the living room where she led the way. Only when she turned did Jordan realised she’d probably been waiting for a hug. They walking into the living area which was overlooked by the kitchen and it looked like chaos. Like Leah was cooking for a whole family. She had a large amount of food and was overwhelmed with the amount she had to do, it seemed. Jordan couldn’t help but chuckle at that as Leah gestured her into a kitchen counter seat and put a drink in front of her. Jordan noticed a little whiteboard that was on the kitchen counter and Leah wrote on it, holding it up.

‘Sorry dinner isn’t ready – girls stopped by and wouldn’t leave.’

“That’s okay,” Jordan shrugged. “What’s for dinner?”

Leah rubbed her writing off and changed it. ‘Roast.’

Jordan nodded, impressed, before she looked around again and saw the mess. That’s when she noticed that the music playing was some of Jordan’s favourites. Her throwbacks and the songs she’d had on repeat for weeks.

“Leah… you can change back to your music if you want, it’s okay.”

Leah shook her head.

Jordan sighed. “At least let’s go half-half?”

She thought for a second before she nodded slowly in agreement and took her phone to alter the music to half country and half Jordan’s favourites before Leah got back to work.

Jordan’s phone buzzed and she looked down at it.

Katie: Hey chicken, give us a text when you’re almost here. We’ll be awake until midnight. Have fun x

Jordan: Will do, not sure how long I’ll be. Putting my phone away now x

Jordan always thought it was rude to have a phone out when you were with guests or… whatever this was. She looked back up and saw Leah with her head in her hands, her elbows on the counter as she read from a book. She was reading instructions? She looked stressed. Still reading, she pushed herself back upright and grabbed the knife, starting to cut the potatoes when she gasped and dropped the knife, grabbing at her finger. Jordan was up immediately and at her side.

“Here…come here,” she said as she took her wrist and put her finger under the tap. She examined it and was happy that it didn’t look deep, just a nick. She found Leah’s first aid kid and when she realised automatically she’d done just that, she turned to see Leah looking at her with so much emotion she could barely contain her tears. Of course, Jordan knew where her first aid kit was. And of course, she’d jumped up immediately to help her. Jordan was always worrying about other people. She returned with the kit and plastered her finger up gently, both women relishing the soft touches they shared.

“How about I help you cook, yes?”

Leah thought about it, obviously not wanting to admit she needed help. She took the marker and wrote on the whiteboard again. ‘I’m sorry.’

“Don’t be, we’ve both had busy days. Let’s see if we can work this out together, hm?”

Jordan helped Leah to make dinner. They moved silently and seamlessly together in the kitchen, Jordan saying instructions out loud from the book as she was also not great at cooking. There would be times where they’d run into each other or brush up against each other, and she couldn’t say she didn’t like it.

They finished making dinner and plated up, Leah also putting food out for Blu before they sat down to eat across the table from each other. Jordan had thought it would be strange with Leah not speaking but it was surprisingly relaxing not just for her, but she could tell it was for Leah also. There were no expectations, no worries about arguments or pain through words, they were just together and enjoying each other’s company. Both worked symbiotically as if no time had passed and from the little looks Jordan accidentally made of her apartment, it seemed very much the same as it had done a year ago. The same smell, same aura, same furniture, even the same country music. It was… nice. Really nice.

They finished dinner which was surprisingly edible and washed up, packing the leftovers away in Leah’s fridge. Jordan turned to the whiteboard again.

‘Movie?’

“Okay.”

She settled onto the couch and Leah joined shortly, bringing what seemed to be a new circular dog bed with her. She put it down on the carpet in front of them and Blu made himself at home, spinning a few times on the spot before he laid down. Leah gave a happy grin at the sight of that and sat down close to Jordan. The couch was large, but now they were so close they were almost touching. Jordan felt giddy at the thought that Leah had gone out to buy a bed just so he’d have something to fall asleep in. But it wasn’t only that. It was the dog food she’d bought. And the music she was playing. And the fact that she’d attempted to make a roast dinner when she couldn’t cook at all. Leah was trying.

The movie started and the title popped up on screen; The Lord of the Rings. Jordan scoffed at the audacity.

“Did you pick this just because it’s three hours long?!” she asked accusingly.

Leah gave a sheepish grin and tilted her head to see it Jordan was actually mad. She wasn’t. She was enjoying their night. For some reason, just being near Leah calmed her. It stopped her negative thoughts and overthinking and just simplified everything for her.

They were half an hour in when Leah wrote on her whiteboard again.

‘I bought cake for dessert. You had a hard game, I thought you’d might want some?’

If anything was a way to Jordan’s heart, it was cake. She loved cake more than any other human. She nodded excitedly and Leah smiled, victorious. They both got up to stretch and wandered to the kitchen, Blu following his mums. Leah opened the fridge and paused as if she were malfunctioning. She started shifting items around and eventually closed the door frustratedly and grabbed her phone. She read a message and shook her head before telling Jordan.

‘Kyra stole the cake when they stopped by after the game… I’m sorry. I’ll go get some from the shops around the corner.’

“No, you don’t have to do tha-” Jordan started to say, only to be cut off by Leah’s whiteboard.

‘Yes I do. I’ll be back soon.’

“At least let me come with you? It’s cold and dark and Blu needs a walk today…”

They strode in happy silence, all clothed up and Jordan wearing one of Leah’s beanies she’d offered her. She let Leah hold Blu’s lead while they went on the walk that they’d done so often before. The night air was cold but it didn’t stop Jordan from feeling the warming presence of the woman next to her. She wondered if their little knuckle and shoulder grazes were on purpose or not and decided she didn’t care. She liked it.

They reached the store and Jordan stood outside with Blu while Leah ducked inside for the cake Jordan felt she so deserved after her game. As she was standing outside holding Blu in her arms to keep the little short hair from freezing, she was approached by a few people she recognised as media for women’s football, but not the good kind…the vultures.

She had a few microphones put in her face and the brightness of the video camera blinded her so she had to step back.

“Jordan Nobbs! How do you feel after your win against West Ham?”

She put her hand up. “No interviews, please.”

They tried to ask her more things, and each time she told them to just leave her alone but they were insistent. “Another thing, is it true that you and Leah Williamson are dating again?”

“What?”

“Come on, you can tell us!”

“She said to leave her alone!” Leah snapped and stepped in front of Jordan and Blu. Leah was usually the polite, well-mannered Captain in front of media. She wasn’t right now, and the sound of her voice sparked something in Jordan.

“Just a few questions Leah, sorry we didn’t realise you were here.”

“I know you better than that, Stanley, and I need to say that I’m very disappointed in all three of you for approaching her when I specifically asked you not to! You know what that means…”

She’d asked them to not approach her? Leah was still protecting her and she didn’t even realise how much.

“It was just a few questions, Leah. No harm.”

“This is disgusting, disgusting behaviour. I expected more from all of you. As promised, from now on, all of the media I do will be through Lumos. Please tell your boss.”

They started to argue when Leah put her arm around the pair and walked them away, her hand rubbing Jordan’s shoulder as they walked. When they were far enough away, she dropped her hand and gave her space back. Jordan didn’t say anything, but she missed her touch as soon as it was gone.

Soon enough they were settled back into the couch with their cake and Jordan ate excitedly, groaning at the first bite.

“Oh god that hits the spot. Thanks, Lea.”

Leah’s eyes softened and she looked back at her plate with a little smile. Her phone buzzed and she looked at it.

YFN: Why am I getting second-hand news that you’re only going to be using Lumos for media from now on? Is everything okay?

Leah: I asked the reporters to not approach Jordan outside of football and they did. Fair punishment for them, I reckon.

YFN: So it’s true?”

Leah: Yeah if that’s okay?

YFN: Mate, perfectly fine with me. Everything okay with this little interaction?

Leah: Everything’s fine – I sorted them. Jordan’s okay, she has cake.

YFN: Ah, yes she’s fine then *laughing emoji* I’ll leave you to it. We’ll chat about this later. x

Jordan looked curious and so Leah showed her the few messages they’d exchanged.

“You’re serious about that?”

Leah nodded.

The movie continued and Blu went back to sleep. Leah and Jordan were so close that it was almost impossible to focus on anything else. Something loud and violent happened in the movie and Jordan couldn’t help but jump and grab onto Leah, putting her head behind her shoulder.

“Oh no, no, no…tell me when that part’s over please.”

Leah chuckled and let her arm be grabbed by her ex. When the scary part was over, she tapped her gently and Jordan looked at the TV again, but she didn’t let Leah’s arm go. She dragged it over further and hugged herself around it with both arms, her head finding Leah’s shoulder.

Jordan felt Leah let out a bigger sigh than usual and without lifting her head she asked. “What’s wrong, Lea?”

Leah took her whiteboard with her spare hand and put it on her lap to write when Jordan’s hand touched hers softly. Leah paused and let Jordan gently take the whiteboard off of her lap and slide it back where it was. Hint taken.

“I just wanted everything tonight to be perfect.”

“It is perfect,” she murmured, and she wasn’t lying. “We cooked together, cleaned together, went for a walk with Blu and had dessert. And now we’re watching a movie together. How could it not be perfect?”

She felt the tension in Leah’s body leave as she softened and Jordan readjusted her grip on her arm and her head on her shoulder. She felt Leah’s head lean against the top of hers as they continued to watch the movie in silence.

It wasn’t long before Jordan was yawning and they were nowhere near the end of the film. Leah paused it.

Jordan lifted her head in question.

“That’s your third yawn, Jord.”

“So?”

“So that means your next will be your last before you’re asleep. And you know you’re more than welcome to stay here tonight but I have the feeling you’re going to want to go…”

Jordan hesitated as she thought before she nodded. “I need to go.”

Leah nodded also, as if she already knew. “Back to Lucy’s?”

“To Katie and Caitlin’s actually.”

“Oh… I didn’t know.”

Jordan was surprised at that. She thought they would have mentioned it at the game but obviously they’d respected Jordan’s privacy.

“It’s just for the night so I’m not alone.”

Leah gave a melancholy smile. “I know how that feels.”

There was a pause then. Jordan broke it by leaning over and putting her forehead on her shoulder in an unspoken word. She rested it there for a little before she released her and stood.

Blu was hard to wake, and Jordan felt bad that she was waking him for yet another trip. Leah took a few leftovers and cake and wrapped them up, putting them in a bag for Jordan to take to Katie and Caitlin. She helped her load them and Blu in the car while Jordan texted Katie that she was on her way.

They were stood in the doorway, Leah looking like she didn’t want her to go. She didn’t blame her. Her whole body was telling her to stay. It was only her fear of pain that was driving her to go, and it sure was strong.

She wrapped her arms around Leah who did so in kind; the two holding each other close for a while. Leah was so warm and soft and she just felt safe.

After a while Jordan spoke. “Thank you for tonight, it was perfect. I know Blu missed you a lot too.”

“It was really good to see him, and you,” Leah murmured huskily.

“Can I…” Jordan trailed off and Leah’s arms tightened.

“You’d like to pencil in another hug?”

“Yes please,” she whispered. YFN was right. Hugs were healing. She knew that because right here and now in Leah’s arms, she was happy.

“Whenever you want, just let me know.”

Leah watched from the driveway as Jordan backed out and drove off. They’d only been together three hours but it had lifted both of their moods to a level of happiness they hadn’t felt in a while. Jordan gave her a little wave as she drove off.

It was just clicking over to 10pm when Jordan arrived at Katie and Caitlin’s. She grabbed her overnight back pack and Blu and knocked on the door. Caitlin opened it with wild eyes.

“Did you see the messages?!”

“What?”

She dragged her inside and Jordan barely managed to put Blu down before she was being pulled into the kitchen.

“Did you see?!” Katie almost yelled, worried.

“See what?”

“Lucy’s messages!” They said in unison.

She frowned and looked at her phone that had been in her pocket on silent. She read the messages from Lucy and gasped out loud.

Oh no… YFN! What the fuck?

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 14 days ago

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Ooo hi!! Can I please request a platonic Dad!Bucky X daughter!reader where Hydra got their hands on Y/n she was around 5 years old, the Red Room couldn’t get her to cooperate so they gave her to Hydra (which Hydra then experiments on her and she gets powers). And maybe this is a time where Hydra has Bucky out of cryo for a longer period of time, so they decide to make Bucky (The Winter Soldier) in charge of this little girl. They want him to train her, keep her under control, and keep her quiet. Y/n sees Bucky as a Dad and no matter how many times he tells her he’s not her Dad, he’s the Winter Solider, she always calls him “Daddy” anyway. He eventually just gives in and he raises her as his own.🥺 He’s definitely been taken in and out cryo at some points and sent on missions but whenever he’s out of cryo and not on missions he takes care of her. Hydra is fully aware that Y/n sees Bucky as a Dad and they use that to their full advantage, as they have control over Bucky (bc he’s brainwashed) and Y/n will do whatever her Dad says. When she becomes a teenager, Hydra starts to send Y/n on missions with her Dad. Bucky protects his daughter as much as he can when they’re on missions. She’s 13 when CA: Winter Soldier happens and she’s on the hellicarrier when Bucky and Steve are fighting. During Civil War, she’s 15 when Steve shows up at their apartment and later she’s watching in horror as Tony tries to kill her Dad after he saw the video (Bucky told her she’s not allowed to fight) and hearing her cries for her Dad, it brings Tony back to reality that he’s about to take a Dad away from his traumatized child🥺

All Each Other Has » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Child!Female Reader, Dad!Bucky Barnes x Adopted Teen Daughter!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and Tony Stark/Iron Man

Summary: HYDRA puts the Winter Soldier in charge of you and he comes to realize that you and him are all each other has.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (not you and Bucky), language, enhanced!reader, Red Room/HYDRA, child endangerment (not Bucky), violence, crying, nicknames

Ages of reader: 5 years old, 13 years old, and 15 years old

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

A/N #2: The reader has the same powers as Wanda, just a different color as hers.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

Your little mind could not comprehend what the hell was going on. One minute, you’re in the Red Room and the next, you’re in a different building. The Red Room couldn’t get you to cooperate so they gave you to HYDRA. You have no idea why you’re there, but what you do know is that you’re scared and you don’t want to be there.

HYDRA doctors strapped you to a cold metal table as soon as you got there and started to stick you with needles, experimenting on you. You did not like that. It hurt and made you cry. You don’t know what experiments they did on you. Whatever experiments they did on you gave you powers. They told you that you’re going to be trained and taught how to use your powers.

As of right now, you’re getting dragged to a different room in the base. You tried to get away from them by pushing and kicking the HYDRA agent who had a tight grip on your arm, but he only tightened his grip.

“You’re hurting me!” You cried.

“You’ll live.” The HYDRA agent mutters.

You got pulled into a room that looks like a gym. There was a man who has a metal arm in there. The agent finally let go of you. Your arm is now red from how tight the agent was holding onto your arm.

“We have a new job for you.” The agent says to the Winter Soldier.

The Winter Soldier nods, waiting for the agent to tell him what the job is.

“You’ll be in charge of this child. Get her to cooperate, keep her quiet, and train her to use her powers.” He tells him.

“Ok.” Is all the Winter Soldier said.

The HYDRA agent left the room. You stared at the Winter Soldier with the look of curiosity on your face. To you, he wasn’t scary like how everyone thinks of him. Something was telling you that you can trust him.

“I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” You asked.

The Winter Soldier frowns to himself as he tries to remember his own name.

“I don’t know. They call me Soldat.” He tells you.

“I’m 5.” You say, holding up five fingers.

“Ok.” He says.

“I like your arm.” You say, pointing at his metal arm.

“Thanks?” He says like a question.

You walked closer to curiously touch his metal arm, but he got triggered and moved it away from you, accidentally startling you.

“Sorry.” He mutters.

“It’s ok.” You say.

You watched as the Winter Soldier walked over to a table and get something out of a box and put it on the floor in front of you. You looked down at the item, which was a knife, and then looked back up at home with the look of confusion on your face.

“Move it.” The Winter Soldier instructs.

You bent down and picked it up, handing it to him.

“Not like that.” He says.

“How is it going to move?” You asked.

“Your powers.”

You’re so confused right now.

“Put it back on the floor and try again.” He says.

You put the knife back on the floor and stared at it, trying to figure out how it’s supposed to move without touching it.

“How does it move?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Focus and put your hand in front of you or something.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.

You looked back down at the knife and focused on it and held your hand out like he said. It took a while, but you finally got it to move again.

“It moved!” You say.

“Good. Try again.” He says.

You tried again, focusing harder. You’re not sure how you did it, but you managed to get the knife to float up in the air, which amazed you.

“Woah…” You say speechlessly.

“Nice.” He grabs the knife. “Keep doing that and you’ll master your powers in no time.” He says.

“Ok.” You replied.

———

A few weeks go by and you’ve made lots of improvements with your powers. It may have taken you a while to figure out, but you think you kinda got that hang of it now. The longer you’ve been training with the Winter Soldier, the more you like him and trust him. You actually see him as your dad.

“Good job!” The Winter Soldier compliments.

“Thank you, daddy!” You smiled up at him.

“Please don’t call me that.” He says.

“Why?” You asked.

“Cause I’m not your dad.” He says.

“Yes you are.” You say.

The Winter Soldier sighs, not wanting to argue with you. He just picked up where you two left off with your training.

Another few weeks go by and you continue calling the Winter Soldier daddy. That’s what you see him as. He finally gave in and allowed you to call him that. Hearing you call him daddy warms his heart. If he’s being honest, he sees you as his little girl. Yours and his father daughter relationship is something that HYDRA is picking up on. They watch you two when he’s training you. They also see his really self showing, which they don’t like. Like they are right now.

“You’re doing amazing, doll!” Bucky says.

“Thank you, daddy!” You smiled.

You ran over to him and hugged his legs. Bucky smiles down at you and ruffled your hair. The Winter Soldier’s handler and three HYDRA agents walked in at the same time.

“We see that you turned the kid into your pet.” His handler says.

“Don’t call her that.” Bucky says, almost growling.

“Touched a nerve, did I?” His handler chuckles.

His handler and the three HYDRA agents watched as you hid behind Bucky. His handler whispered something to one of the agents approached you.

“No.” Is all Bucky says.

The agent shoved Bucky aside to get access to you. As you were about to run to Bucky, the agent grabbed you and picked you up, leaving the room with you. You started to kick, scream, and cry. Bucky wanted to do something. He really does, but he was held back by the other two agents.

“We’ve noticed the little friendship or whatever relationship you two have. Here’s what’s going to happen, you’re in our control and so is that little girl, you overstep in any way, the kid gets it. Is that understood?” His handler says.

“Yes.” Bucky replies obediently.

“Good.” His handler walks closer to him. “Now, I’m sure you know what’s going to happen later.” He says, referring to erasing his memories and the cryo.

Bucky nodded. That night, he managed to sneak in the cell HYDRA keeps you in. He saw you laying on the bed, sniffling and whimpering softly.

“Doll.” Bucky whispers loud enough for you to hear.

You turned over to see Bucky standing a few feet away from you. You got off the bed and ran over to him. He crouched down to your height and hugged you.

“I have something that might make you feel better.” He says.

“What is it?” You asked.

Bucky took a pen and a blank piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to you. You smiled and took the two items from him and sat down on the cold concrete floor. Bucky sat down across from you, watching you draw little doodles.

“You’re quite the artist, aren’t you, kiddo?” He says softly.

“It’s fun.” You tell him.

“It is.” He agrees.

Bucky watching you with a smile, knowing this is the last time he’s going to see you for a while before he gets put back in the cryo.

———

Bucky was taken in and out of the cryo a couple times. You did not take the news well at all when HYDRA told you. You refused to listen to them and cried. All you wanted was your daddy. They got rough with you when you wouldn’t listen to them. After that, you tried to listen. They also told you that they’re going to make you another Winter Soldier like Bucky when you became a teenager. You didn’t want that, but you didn’t have a choice.

You had just turned 13 years old the next time you and Bucky saw each other. You two felt relieved to see each other. When you got taken to the room where HYDRA erases Bucky’s memories, you gave him a smile. He gave you a nod to look professional. He’s in Winter Soldier mode right now, but deep down, you still see him as the man who treats you like his own child. A HYDRA agent forcefully shoved you in a chair next to Bucky. Bucky’s jaw clenched when the agent did that to you.

“Here’s your little pet.” The agent says.

Bucky gave the agent the death glare when he called you that. He wanted nothing more than to break every bone in his body for shoving you in a chair and calling you a pet.

“I have a mission for you guys.” Alexander Pierce says to you and Bucky.

Pierce was telling you what you need to do on the mission, but you’re not going to do it. Bucky does 99% of the work on missions like he always does. He knows that you don’t want to hurt people. You do step in when you think you need to just to help him.

You were suiting up for the mission when Bucky walked in your cell. Your tactical gear is like Bucky’s, but you have a bulletproof vest for more protection. He wants you to be as protected as you can for missions so he snuck a vest for you.

“I don’t want to do this, dad.” You say quietly as Bucky securely straps the vest on you.

“I know, doll. Try to be strong and brave. Can you do that?” Bucky asks.

“I’ll try.” You replied.

“That’s my girl.” He smiles and kisses your forehead.

When it came time for the mission, you stood by your dad on the he fought Captain America. You made sure to stay out of the way so you didn’t get hurt. You used your powers to help Bucky when he needed it. After Bucky pulled Steve out of the water, he knew that both of you had to get the hell out of there.

“We have to get out of here.” Bucky says as he gently grabs your arm.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Somewhere far away from here.” He says.

———

It’s been 2 years since the last mission and now you’re 15 years old and living in Bucharest, Romania with your dad. The apartment you and him are living in is small, but you and him call it home. Also, yours and Bucky’s father daughter relationship has grown even stronger. Your favorite way of spending time with your dad is going to the market. You think it’s fun.

“Can I get both of these?” You asked, holding up a bag of chips and a package of cookies.

“I said one snack, princess.” Bucky says.

“Please?” You begged, giving him puppy dog eyes.

Bucky has a hard time say no to you, especially when you give him the puppy dog eyes. He just doesn’t want to upset you.

“You can get both.” He finally says.

“Yay!” You cheered.

“You have to make them last the week, understand?” He says.

“Yes, Sergeant Dad!” You replied, playfully saluting him.

Bucky laughs softly when you saluted him. You and him finished the trip to the market by getting something to drink, a couple boxes of Mac and Cheese cause you insisted on it, and Bucky got a few plums.

“Ok, kiddo. Ready to go home?” Bucky asks after paying for everything.

“Yes.” You replied.

You and Bucky looked both ways before crossing the street. When you guys got to the other side of the street, Bucky gently redirected you to take a left instead of walking straight.

“Home is that way, dad.” You say, pointing straight ahead.

“I want to check the newspaper real quick.” He says.

“Ok.” You say.

You and Bucky walked to the closest vendor and he picked up a newspaper, his eyes widening when he read the headline.

“Dad, why is there a picture of you on the front page?” You asked, keeping your voice low.

“I don’t know, babydoll.” He puts the newspaper back on the vendor counter. “We need to go home right now.” He says.

Bucky protectively wrapped an arm around you as you two walked back to yours and his apartment. Steve was in yours and his apartment after you and Bucky got home. Steve was looking around before realizing that you and Bucky were behind him.

“Do you know who I am?” Steve asks.

“You’re Steve. I read about you in the museum.” Bucky says.

Steve looks over at you, giving you a smile.

“What’s your name?” Steve asks softly.

“Y/N Barnes.” You tell him.

“Barnes? Are you Bucky’s daughter?” He asks.

Yes nodded your head yes. Bucky protectively put his metal arm out in front of you.

“I want you guys to know that I’m not going to separate you guys.” Steve assures. “All I want to do is help you guys. It doesn’t have to end in a fight.” He says.

“It always ends in a fight.” Bucky says.

Before any of you knew it, the door was busted down and all hell broke loose.

———

Everything happened so fast. One minute your dad threw someone off of a motorcycle so you can get away faster and the next you guys were surrounded by the cops and Rhodey.

“Congratulations, Cap. You’re a criminal.” Rhodey says.

You were shoved to the ground and handcuffed first, which immediately set Bucky off.

“Get your fucking hands off of my daughter!” Bucky yells.

Bucky tried to get to you, but he got handcuffed before he could.

Now, you’re in a vehicle with Steve, Sam, and T’Challa being transported somewhere, but you don’t know where you guys are being transported to.

“Do you like cats?” Sam asks T’Challa.

“Sam.” Steve says.

“He shows up dressed like a cat and you don’t want to know more?” Sam says.

You couldn’t help but giggle when Sam said that. Your giggling stopped when T’Challa brought up your dad.

“How long do you think you can keep your friend safe?” T’Challa asks Steve.

“My dad is innocent. Him and I were having a good day. He was with me all day.” You say before Steve could say anything.

“Respectfully, Miss. Barnes.” T’Challa looks back at you. “I’d like to believe you, but you can’t be so sure about that.” He says.

“I am sure!” You say, accidentally raising your voice at him.

“Y/N.” Steve warns you softly.

You leaned back in the seat and looked out the window. Your eyes filled with tears as thoughts of your dad being taken away from you flooded your mind.

———

After the fight at the airport, you, your dad, and Steve were on the quinjet outside of the base where HYDRA had you and Bucky held at. You felt scared to be back at the base after a long time.

“Are you ok, doll?” Bucky asks softly.

“I’m scared, dad.” You say in a shaky voice.

Bucky hugs you and you lean your head on his chest. Steve saw you and Bucky having a father daughter moment and stayed back to give you two a couple minutes.

“Everything is going to be fine. HYDRA can’t hurt us anymore.” He almost whispers.

You felt better knowing that.

“Can I show you something?” He asks.

“Yes.” You replied.

Bucky reached a hand in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He unfolded it, showing you the picture you drew for him when you were 5 years old.

“You drew this picture for me when you were 5. This picture and you were the only two things that kept me from going insane while I was under HYDRA’s control.” He tells you.

“I remember the day I drew it. I didn’t see you for a while after that.” You say, your eyes tearing up.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about them putting me back in the cryo, but I didn’t want to upset you and I didn’t think you would’ve understood cause of how young you were.” He says.

“You don’t have to apologize, dad. I understand now.” You say.

Bucky smiles and folded the picture back up and put it back in his pocket.

“Are you two ready?” Steve asks.

“Let’s get this over with.” Bucky says.

———

You, your dad, Steve, and Tony watched footage from a mission Bucky did as the Winter Soldier on December 16, 1991. You noticed Tony’s jaw clench as he watched the footage.

“Did you know?” Tony asks Steve.

“I didn’t know it was him.” Steve says.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers!” Tony says.

Steve nods. Tony blasts Steve, sending him to the ground. Bucky aimed his gun at Tony, but he blasted the gun out of his hands before he could shoot at him.

“Get out of here!” Steve shouts at you and Bucky.

Bucky grabbed your arm and you two started running. Tony followed you two. As you and Bucky were almost out of the base, Tony shot a blast that was meant for your dad, but it also hit you. You two fell a great distance down, landing on the metal grates. You wince in pain.

“Are you ok, doll?” Bucky asks with worry in his voice.

“I’m fine.” You say.

Bucky looks at Tony, knowing he’s not going to stop. He was more worried about your safety than Tony trying to kill him.

“You need to get out of here and get back on the quinjet.” He says.

“No way! I’m not leaving you!” You exclaimed.

“Y/N, please! Stark isn’t going to stop any time soon and I don’t want to risk losing you!” He says, his eyes tearing up.

“I don’t want to risk losing you either.” You say, your voice cracking.

Bucky sighs, not wanting to argue with you.

“Ok. Fine, but stay here where you won’t get hurt.” Bucky says.

“Ok.” You replied.

Bucky grabbed Steve’s shield and jumped down from the metal grate, hitting Tony with the shield. You looked down, watching your dad and Steve fight Tony. It was horrific for you to watch. You watched in horror when Tony blasted your dad, sending him against the wall and then the ground. You quickly levitated down to him.

“Dad, are you ok?” You asked.

“I’m fine.” Bucky groans softly.

You helped your dad up from the ground.

“Get out of the way, kid.” Tony says, walking towards you and your dad.

“No.” You stood in front of your dad. “I am not going to sit back and watch you try to kill my dad.” You say.

“He killed my parents.” He says.

“It wasn’t him. HYDRA had him under their control.” You tell him.

“Oh god. Not you too.” He says.

“I know what my dad did as the Winter Soldier was bad, but he would never do something like that if he was in his own control.” You say.

“I don’t care. He deserves what I’m about to do to him for what he did to my parents.” He says.

“If you kill my dad, I’ll have no one. He’s all I have. He’s been raising me as his own daughter since I was 5. I never seen him as the Winter Soldier and I was never scared of him. I have always seen him as my dad.” You poured your heart out. “Tony, if you kill my dad, you’ll never forgive yourself for taking him away from me forever.” You say.

You had tears streaming down your face by the time you were done pouring your heart out. Tony didn’t know what to say after all of that. As much as he wants to kill your dad for what he did to his parents, he’s not capable of taking a father away from his daughter forever.

“Look, kid.” Tony sighs. “As much as I want to kill your dad, I won’t put you through that kind of pain.” He says.

You felt relieved to hear that. You broke down in tears as you hugged your dad.

“It’s ok, doll. I got you. I’m still here.” Bucky whispers, kissing the top of your head.

Bucky led you out of the base and took you back to the quinjet.

“See.” Steve gestures to how great Bucky is with you. “He’s not a bad guy.” He says to Tony.

Steve went to the quinjet just as you were calming down.

“Are you ok, kiddo?” Steve asks softly.

“I am now.” You say.

Steve smiles and puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“You’re a great dad, Buck.” Steve says.

“Thanks, man.” Bucky smiles.

“If you’re ok with it, I would like to get to know you, Y/N.” Steve says.

“I would like that.” You say softly and smiled.

-Bucky’s Doll

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sl-vega · 1 year ago

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✧Other Friendly Faces✧

✧Kazuha✧-member of the literature club and in the same English class as Xingqiu. He specializes in poetry, mainly haikus and free verses.

✧Furina✧-President of the drama club and usually directs school plays. When she was younger, she was a successful child actress, though due to losing passion for the art, she stepped back and decided to focus on her director career.

✧Chiori✧-a member of the textile and drama club. Chiori is usually in charge of costume design for school productions. She runs a fairly successful mini-business where she sells her own designs, and she has many fashion companies begging for her to work for them, though she expresses no interest in working for someone else's brand.

✧Freminet✧-part of the swim team and Lyney and Lynette's younger brother. Like his sister, he's quiet and reserved, but a good listener. The two of you haven't talked much, but you do know about his love for the ocean and his soft spot for penguins.

✧Yun Jin✧-member of the music club and choir. She is also part of the Yun Han opera troupe, and has quickly risen to fame due to her starring role in the critically acclaimed musical: "The Divine Damsel of Devastation".

✧Eula✧-Captain of the dance team and student council vice-president. She's cold, harsh, and brutally honest (and holds a grudge for just about anything) and she doesn't have the best reputation due to that, but her talent and work ethic (almost) makes up for all that.

additional notes:

-in case you're wondering why some of these r so short, it's cuz these guys r just side characters, but i wanted to make some profiles for them

-i keep on forgetting to mention everyone's ages so here's a quick list:

-freminet and yun jin are sophmores (tenth grade, 15-16)

-furina, eula, and chiori are seniors (twelfth grade, 17-18)

-kazuha is a junior (eleventh grade, 16-17)

-furina supremacy fr fr

-everyone else in the main cast (y/n's group + xingqiu's friend group) are all juniours

-eula's twitter header found here

-i promise the plot will actually start after this :>

masterlist

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

(OPEN) Taglist: @freyao7, @thatoneswordgirl, @sn1perz, @latay7, @esmetrees, @nmriki0, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @httpsrenren, @cupid-spams, @aixaingela, @kaitfae, @luvkvni, @danhenglovebot

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yeowangies · 1 year ago

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mutual understanding

Chapter I | Chapter II: Time for a little truth | III | IV | V

PAIRING: Kenpachi/AFAB!Reader CONTENTS: AU - Fantasy, Medieval, Royalty, Arranged Marriage, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Pining, Explicit Sexual Content in later chapters. WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: Mentions of mild blood and minor violence. WORDCOUNT: 3404

Summary:

Despite your first hand experience, it was getting difficult to admit to yourself that Kenpachi wasn’t actually as bad as he initially seemed. He was violent and obsessed with fighting, that was obvious and even more so when you started living there, but he had never treated you roughly. Not even a single word out of place towards you, less alone one threatening action.

Notes:

I struggle writing this chapter a bit, confrontations are hard lmao but they are always necessary and i'm glad we can move on to sexier parts now!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged!

header by me, divider by @/saradika

taglist: @actuallysaiyan @lol-ktr @vrgelivvvv

The night was beautiful. It had been raining days prior, and you couldn’t wait to go for a walk in the garden that night. It was the only alone time you had, with no maids trailing behind your every move, not when they didn’t notice you sneaking off.

You rarely went past the trees signaling the limit of the palace. The forest was on the other side, and people rarely went too deep into it, knowing what kind of magical creatures existed was enough to ward anyone off.

You only wanted to explore a little, not enter the woods completely, but as soon as you took two steps into it, something felt off.

The first thing you heard was a distant howl, before a gust of air threw you down onto the ground. Your vision got blurry, heat covering your body as claws tightly held onto your arm, digging into your flesh. You couldn’t even scream, completely confused as to what was even happening, and who or what was even attacking you. Blood trickled down your arm, and that was when you could finally let out a shaky cry.

Whatever was holding you suddenly dropped you, and you fell with your back against the dirt, breathing heavily as the world stopped spinning rapidly enough so you could open your eyes and focus.

You gasped loudly at the sight above you; an enormous man with an eyepatch and a scar across his face standing in front of you, holding a sword. Half his face covered in blood, making your body shiver in fear.

You barely crawled away before feeling too weak to keep moving, heart beating fast inside your ribcage, and you kept your eyes on the man in front of you, holding onto what was left of your consciousness as you heard far away voices resonating around you.

“Captain Zaraki just saved a girl!”

“Was that a werewolf?!”

“That’s the princess!”

“We need to get her back to the castle!”

You woke up, feeling hot and sweaty under the blankets, gasping for air at the flashback you had for a dream.

That was the day Kenpachi saved you, the day you met him for the first time. It was embarrassing to even remember, as you had been more afraid of him than you had been of the actual creature that had harmed you. Albeit you hadn’t actually seen the werewolf. You only found that Kenpachi had sliced him in two once you woke up a few days later and one of the maids informed you about it.

You still didn’t know what to think of that experience, only that it made your blood run cold at times.

It has been a couple of weeks since you had moved to the castle, and the days passed by easily. You didn’t feel as tense as the first few days, when you were still testing the waters of the place.

Yachiru was actually a good company, despite her short age. She was vivacious and gave you strength and hope with her every move. You even met Ikkaku and Yumichika one night while you took a walk through the gardens, and even though they weren’t as strong as Kenpachi (not that you cared, but they let you know the fact nonetheless), they were much easier to talk to than your husband was.

Once Kenpachi had given you permission to reorganize the garden (his exact words were ‘do whatever you want’), you focused solely on that, and as the early weeks of fall began, the weeds and overgrown grass had been removed completely. You knew it was a bad time to start planting seeds; if the cold in the first few days didn’t kill the plants, the snow might do that job once winter arrived. But you couldn’t wait; it was the only thing that kept you occupied.

As soon as you became more familiar with the castle, you realized there wasn’t a library or a banquet hall. Why would there be any of those rooms if Kenpachi did not seem like the type to enjoy those things? Nevertheless, you wanted to fix that, but in order to do that, you had to ask your husband about it, and you felt like you might be overstepping with such an expensive and ambitious project. The garden will have to be done for now, and once that part was done, you could move on to something bigger.

Yachiru was helping you a lot in her own way, spreading the seeds across the soil of the garden (and though you specifically told her not to mix them you knew she was doing it), and once you were done for the day, you headed back into the castle.

“Are we gonna do that again tomorrow?” She asked cheerfully, running across the entrance.

“Tomorrow we have another task for the garden, we have to water the soil, remember?” You said, looking at her with a smile. “We have to do that everyday, and hopefully flowers will bloom by spring!”

“We’ll have flowers by spring?” Yumichika asked, walking through the entrance along with Ikkaku.

“I am planning for that, however it does depend on the weather, and how crude these colder months are.” You replied with a soft smile. “I have faith that they will bloom!”

“Flowers never really grew in that place,” Ikkaku commented, looking at the still brand new garden through the window. “It was always full of weed, nobody really cared for it.”

“My mission is to make this place nicer! Once the garden is done, I wish to create a ballroom!”

“You want a ballroom?” Kenpachi's deep voice resonated from behind you, making you jump. “Why?”

“Well… So people can come over…” You replied quietly, turning around to face him with unsure eyes.

“Come over for what?” His frown got deeper and it only made you more nervous.

“For socializing! Dancing and eating, mostly.” You replied, confused and slightly irritated. “Is that not to your taste?”

“We never had dances!” Yachiru replied, loud and joyful. “I bet it’s super fun!”

It was your turn to frown when you heard him sigh like he was annoyed before he spoke.

“I will never understand women.”

An uncomfortable feeling raised inside you, more rapidly than you expected when you noticed from the corner of your eye that Ikkaku was looking at the both of you with eyes wide open, and Yumichika had covered his face with his palm.

Embarrassed and frustrated, you couldn’t contain it even if you tried.

“And I do not understand you.” You spat, looking up at Kenpachi as if he wasn’t twice your size. “Are you going to deny this to me? It is your right to do so, but this would not even be an issue if we were not married. You could have vehemently said no to this union, even escape from it! So I might as well enquire why exactly did you accept it? I was the one who had no choice!”

You kept your eyes on his for a moment as he stared at you, wide eyed, as if you had sprouted another head.

Not interested in listening to whatever that could have been said, you ran out of the castle towards the garden.

Kenpachi stood there looking at you as you got smaller the further you ran, and was only brought back to the present time by Yachiru’s voice.

“Dumb Kenny.” Yachiru commented, way too loud for Kenpachi’s taste, but he only turned to look at her, confused and annoyed. She paid him no mind and only ran up down the hall towards the kitchen.

“What in the hell…” He grunted, unsure of what to do. Under any circumstances, he would start a fight, but even he knew that was a terrible idea.

“Captain,” Yumichika called for him, making Kenpachi turn to him. “With all due respect, you are an idiot.”

“What?” Kenpachi practically growled, but Yumichika went on despite the threatening tone.

“This girl is alone here, with no friends, no one she can confide in, and you just made her feel more alienated than ever. She had no choice in coming here, and she cannot leave at her own free will either. I suggest you actually tell her the truth.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You have affection for her, don’t you?” Yumichika asked softly, not really expecting an answer. “Go talk to her and tell her the truth. She will say she doesn’t want to talk, but pay it no mind. She’ll want to know.”

“How do you even know that?” Ikkaku asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I actually have the emotional range of a human being.” Yumichika rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” Kenpachi grumbled, pondering on the idea of actually telling you how he was feeling for a while before deciding it was the right thing to do. “Fine, whatever.”

Walking out the entrance and towards the garden, he tried to organize his thoughts. It wasn’t like he was a complete prick; he knew what could be insulting to say, he simply didn’t care for those things. But apparently you had been uncomfortable since the moment you’ve been declared husband and wife.

Kenpachi hadn’t actually thought about anything regarding your life and feelings, simply because he hadn’t paid too much attention to details beyond what you had shown him. He had even let you have the bedroom all for yourself because he assumed you were terrified of him; the way you looked at him the first time you met spoke volumes. And even occasionally you seemed petrified whenever he was around, even after you’ve been in the castle for weeks.

It had pissed him off to hear you talk about him behind his back the way you had, though it probably came from a place of fear rather than arrogance, no matter that you moved around like the princess you were. That lovely bit of confidence he saw in you when you still lived in the palace diminished terribly when you moved to his castle, or at least around him it did, and he wasn’t going to keep contributing to it.

Out in the garden, Kenpachi spotted you underneath a tree, sitting on the ground with your knees to your chest.

It was time for a little truth.

“I do not wish to speak to you.” You said, voice shaky, as soon as you noticed he was nearby.

Kenpachi didn’t get any closer, but he spoke, regardless of what you said.

“Just shut up and listen.” He sentenced, making you turn your head slightly to the side, enough so he could see your glossy eyes. Trying to pay it no mind, he went on. “I know marrying me wasn’t your choice. I was greedy. I didn’t want to refuse that opportunity so I didn’t really put up a fight when your father told me to marry you, even when you made it clear that you think I’m a barbarian. I didn’t care.”

Your frown and sniffle distracted him momentarily, especially when your eyes kept avoiding his. You had turned to face him, but you weren’t actually looking at him at all.

“I hate how you keep looking at me, like I’m going to kill you at any given chance.” Kenpachi admitted through gritted teeth. “I didn’t really think about how this marriage would affect you so if you wish to leave and go back to the palace, I’ll make it happen.”

He spared you one last glance at you before turning away, when it was clear you wouldn’t respond to his words. You seemed even smaller, and the way you briefly looked at him before he left made you look powerless.

You stared at Kenpachi as he walked away, surprised and confused, trying to focus on one of the things that he said at a time.

He was being greedy? About what, exactly? It wasn’t like was using the dowry money to expand his fief. He didn’t even want you to expand the castle at all. His greediness did not involve money, so why did he say that?

You didn’t think it was so noticeable how afraid of him you were, even if it was a fleeting feeling at times. You couldn’t help it; he was imposing and his constant aggressive expression made it impossible for you to see him differently. It had a lot to do with that night when you first met, when he saved you. He hasn’t been the one who hurt you, but your mind just couldn’t fully dissociate what actually happened with the bloodlust he had in his eyes when he looked at you. On top of it all, he heard you calling him a ‘barbarian’ when you were trying to talk your father out of this marriage.

However, despite your first hand experience, it was getting difficult to admit to yourself that Kenpachi wasn’t actually as bad as he initially seemed. He was violent and obsessed with fighting, that was obvious and even more so when you started living there, but he had never treated you roughly. Not even a single word out of place towards you, less alone one threatening action.

Not to mention the fact that he adopted a small girl he found in the woods, and the undying loyalty of his men revealed a lot about what kind of person he was. And he had even let you sleep by yourself every night since you got there, knowing your discomfort.

Maybe it was time to make amends.

Waiting for Kenpachi that night, you paced around in your nightgown, hoping he’d come to the room after dinner. He usually did even if he didn’t spend the night, so you were ready to talk to him once he got there.

When the door opened, you looked at him, feeling slightly intimidated. He had the same hard expression he usually wears, but it was starting to feel natural to see him that way, so you immediately relaxed.

“I do not wish to go back to the palace.” You started promptly once the door was closed. Kenpachi remained impassive, only keeping his eyes on you once he removed the eyepatch. You gulped before going on. “I’m very comfortable here. I have to confess, you’ve treated me more like a person than anyone else might have done before, and I’m very thankful for that. And I’m… sorry, too.”

It was hard to read him at all, he only stared at you without moving a single muscle on his face, but somehow that was helpful enough to keep you talking.

“You saved my life, and I judged you horribly, without even attempting to know you. I insulted you and hurt your pride, so I must ask for your forgiveness.”

Looking down, you bowed at a ninety degree angle, staying still for a moment before returning to an upright position. You kept your eyes on the floor, waiting for him to say something, hopefully words of encouragement that would mean he accepted your apology, and that you could stay.

“You hurt my pride, huh?” Kenpachi’s gruff voice brought your eyes back up to meet his as he made his way towards you; it surprised you that he was smirking. “Is that what you think you did?”

“I think so… Weren’t my words insulting?”

“For reasons you’re not seeing.” He paused, eying you up and down quickly as his smirk faded. “I didn’t care that I was probably offending you when I accepted your hand. Your father threatened me with my past, saying he would hand me over to another kingdom for the nobles I’ve killed when I was a mercenary.”

Your eyes opened wide at his words. You knew your father was a politician and a strategist before even being a father, but you couldn’t believe your ears. It was startling, but not unrealistic, that he had basically sold you to a murderer.

“But I couldn’t care less about that, he could have done it and I would have managed to get away anyway.” Kenpachi went on nonchalantly, looking to the side as if he hadn’t given any of the things he was saying a lot of thought. “The reason I ended up accepting your hand, the reason I was greedy, was you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Your father offered you to me on a silver plate in exchange for my loyalty, and I accepted, just because I wanted to have you.”

You stared at him, bewildered.

Kenpachi wanted you? You had seen him for the first time that night you had been attacked in the woods, and you weren’t so vain as to think of yourself so charming that one look would suffice to capture a man’s heart, especially a man like Kenpachi, who seemed so ruthless and aggressive to even care about those kind of things. Even more so when you looked terrified at that moment.

If anything, you were sure that you couldn’t actually judge him based on his expressions if he was telling you he wanted you with such a stoic look.

His eyes were on you for a while, obviously awaiting a reaction, but as moments passed by in silence, he turned to leave, at which point you decided to speak.

“Wait!” You called for him, and Kenpachi turned to look at you. “Please stay. We’re husband and wife, we should sleep in the same bed, yes?”

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“I’m not-” Kenpachi snorted in disbelief, making you jolt in surprise. You slapped yourself mentally for the slip but went on. “I mean, I was, I won’t deny it! Nevertheless, you’ve been nothing but nice and considerate since I got here.”

His eyes stayed on you to the point where you started to feel self conscious, until he finally sighed and took long steps to approach you.

Everything about Kenpachi was intimidating; it was inevitable due to his size and expression. But after everything he had told you that day, nothing inside you made you anxious about him. If anything, you could see features that you might consider attractive (not that you didn’t notice them before, but fear and trepidation always won those battles). There was a rugged charm about him.

“You’re asking me to share a bed with you after everything I told you?” Kenpachi asked with a smirk. “Are you doing it on purpose?”

“You can do whatever you want with me, nothing I say could stop you,” You said, staring back at him, straining your neck in the process. “But you've been attentive enough to make me trust you.”

When his hand slid up your shoulder and into the hair in the back of your neck, it surprised you but not enough to make you react. You were curious about his intentions since he made it clear he desired you for a while.

“You have a lot of confidence for a tiny woman,” Kenpachi’s grin only grew, making you smile in return.

“It comes with the royalty title.” You shrugged. “It won’t change anytime soon.”

“I don’t want you to change.”

With a firm grip on your hair, Kenpachi leaned down and kissed you. You made a noise in surprise; he had practically pressed his face against yours, bumping your noses and roughly crashing your lips together. You held onto him, gripping the front of his shirt tightly, when he slid his tongue past your lips and into your mouth.

You could barely keep your legs from collapsing as he tasted every corner and every inch of your cavity. His desperation for you was palpable, and it made you all the more dizzy. It was difficult to even keep up with him, you were reduced to trembling legs and occasional gasps that left your mouth as you ran out of air.

If it wasn’t for the arm Kenpachi had slid around your waist, you would have fallen down once he pulled away. The lack of air had made you lightheaded, and your face felt impossibly hot.

Were kisses supposed to feel that good?

“Another.” You demanded once you’ve caught your breath, gazing at him with pleading eyes as you ran your hands up his tunic to bring him down again. “I demand another.”

With his usual cocky smirk, Kenpachi leaned down to kiss your lips once more. This time a little slower and gentler, but still just as eager.

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