#mandies mumbles ; fanfics

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.𝕄𝔻ℕ𝕀.

Songs to listen to while reading ;

Labour // Paris Paloma (main)

Cynical // twocolors, Safri Duo

Never Go Back // Dennis Lloyd, Robin Shulz

As always, a huge smooch to my beta @moss-woods , couldn't have done this without you 🥺💖💋

Tagging ; @bby-deerling , @icy-spicy , @kazieai , @guilty-sugar , @buggyandthebartoclub 💖

It was never a tedious thing for you, to love Trafalgar Law the way you thought he deserved.

The soft brush of your hand over his shoulder as you brought him tea and a snack, the encouraging whispers of praise whenever he finally completed a particularly heavy weighted task on his already overloaded mind -

The soft smiles that he knew you reserved for him, and him alone.

It was new and strange to him, the way your eyes met his would make his heart skip a beat to the point he had to stop looking at you for a few days, secluding himself in his office with menial tasks just to take up the time.

When he finally emerged, you were standing right beside his door, a small stack of papers for him to sign and log in your palms with that same, gentle smile on your face.

His brain stopped, a primal urge rising in him as he rested a warm palm on your cheek, his thumb caressing along your skin lovingly. There were no words, just a shared stare of inner turmoil that he finally defeated by pulling you into a rough kiss.

Pulling you into his office, he shoved everything off his desk, a hazy desperation washing over him as he pulled you to him and seats you on his now empty desk. Tattooed fingers rip at your clothing, pulling the boiler suit down and off your beautiful body and dropping it off to the side as your own shaky fingers pull at his spotted pants.

You were almost shocked as he slaps your hands away, ripping his own clothes off into a pile next to your own, not giving you a single moment to think as he suddenly plunges a finger into your already soaked warmth. The low grumble that echoes in his chest sends shivers over your skin as your eyes fall shut, a moan leaving you as he adds a second finger.

His other hand slaps over your mouth a little too harshly, your eyes opening in pain to stare up at the glassy amber eyes of your Captain.

“Stay quiet,” he murmured, pressing an almost too soft kiss to your forehead as you give a slow nod. “Good girl.”

It was nothing but pure ecstasy for you, finally being under him the way you'd been dreaming of since you joined his crew. Your hands wander over his tattooed chest, fingertips grazing his pert nipples and pulling a soft hiss from him as his fingers curl upwards inside you.

Your mouth drops open as you squirt over his hand, eyes screwed shut as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through your body. They only snap open when you feel him tease your entrance with his cock.

Your eyes meet and there's a strange look on his face. He leans over you and presses a harsh kiss to your lips, his teeth biting at your bottom lip until he moves down, teeth nipping and lips sucking at your throat, leaving blooming bruises behind.

As he finally enters you, his name falls from your lips and one of his hands covers your mouth again. You're not upset by it, thinking you were just too loud again. He grinds his hips into yours slowly, his voice faltering as he quietly gets out, “Taking me so well, you're so good, so good…”

When you reach up and wrap your arms around his shoulders, something in him changes. He turns almost stiff under your touch, even as your lips press butterfly kisses to his jawline and cheek. In a flash, he's quick to take what he wants, his face buried in your neck as he grunts and groans softly into your skin.

You were so close to an actual orgasm, so close to falling from the edge when he suddenly pulled from you, furiously fisting his cock over your stomach and painting it in his sticky whites. He breathes heavily over you, unable to look you in the eyes, even as you raise a loving hand to brush his hair from his forehead.

You ignore the way your heart tugs when he pulls his face from out of your reach.

He grabs his shirt and cleans you off, tossing the soiled shirt off to the side as he murmurs, “Go wash up.”

You slowly gather yourself, worry seeping into your skin as you begin to ask, “... Law? Are you-”

He stops you by pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “Just go wash up.” He repeats, still unable to look at you.

You sigh through your nose and gather your clothes, getting dressed in record time and reaching up to press a quick kiss to his jawline.

He, again, stiffens under your touch.

You frown slightly and finally leave his office for him to clean.

You bite back anxious tears until you reach the shower room, glad no one else was using any of them as you move towards the back. You turned off the furthest shower, stripping naked once more and tossing your clothes onto the small bench off to the side.

The second the hot water hit your skin, you began to sob. Something was wrong with what just happened and for some reason, your brain wouldn't let you process it. You finally gave the man you loved every inch of you, but somehow, you felt used.

It felt wrong.

You weren't sure how long you were in the shower for, not even noticing the water had gone ice cold. Your face was pale and sad as you turned the handle, the icy spray finally stopping its onslaught to your already frozen skin.

Wrapping a fluffy towel around you, you picked up your clothes into a bundle under your arm and padded off to your shared room with Ikkaku, opening the door and letting it shut behind you as you flopped face first onto your bed.

“Girl, what is with you?”

You turned your head to the side to see Ikkaku looking down at you with a worried expression.

“Are you sick? Do you want me to grab-”

“No!”

She jumped slightly as you shouted at her, panic and anxiety written in that one word as you slowly sat up onto your knees. You wrapped your cold hands around your just as chilly arms and whispered out brokenly,

“We…. Ya know….”

A surprised gasp came from Ikkaku and she shook you slightly by your shoulders, a wide grin on her face as she joined you on your bed.

“Ooo, you've been waiting for this! Well? How was it?”

You gave her a look that made her brows furrow. “... Oh god, was he that bad?!”

Your lips ticked up slightly as you gave a soft snort, shaking your head as you murmured,

“He was just… I don't know. It didn't feel like his heart was in it.”

Ikkaku's warm hands picked up your frozen ones, holding them to her chest as she asked softly,

“Not the way yours was?”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you nodded, falling forward into her now open arms, cradling your body to hers. Her hands gently rubbed over your back as she shushed you gently.

“It's okay, Y/N… it's okay.”

You somehow sobbed out,

“I love him.”

Ikkaku shushed you again, holding you tightly as she replied,

“I know girl, I know…”

The Polar Tang rested at a quiet island, swaying slightly with the waves. Most of the crew was on the island grabbing supplies, while a few stayed behind to watch the ship.

It had been three days.

Three days since you gave yourself to your Captain, heart, mind and soul.

You haven't seen him once.

Even when you tried to bring him his usual cup of tea, his door was locked and there was no answer behind it.

You were half-way through lunch prep when Shachi comes into the kitchen, leaning comfortably on the metal island as he watches you cut vegetables.

“Hey.”

You look up, slightly shocked that you were so into your thoughts that you didn't hear him come in.

“Hey! What's up, Shachi?”

There's a deep frown on his face, eyes watching you intently under his shades as he says,

“The Captain wants to see you.”

Your heart almost stops.

A small smile ticks up your lips as you breathe out,

“Finally. I was starting to think he hated me or something.”

Shachi gives you a wavering grin in response, motioning for you to follow him with a movement of his head. You place your knife down and rip off your apron, tossing it aside, following behind him quietly.

When you both make it to Law's office, Shachi is quick to pull you into a tight hug, sniffling softly as he murmurs,

“No matter what happens, we love you.”

You pull back in shock, your face confused as you ask,

“... what the fuck does that mean?”

Shachi sniffles and presses a quick kiss to your forehead before opening the office door and pushing you into it. You give an indignant shout in response, grunting softly as you finally turn as you take in your Captain.

He sits quietly at his desk, his hands clasped together on top of the mahogany wood comfortably. He stares you down, the look in his eyes unrecognizable as you sit in the chair opposite his, your own hands clasped and resting in your lap.

“Y/N.”

Your heart breaks at the way he says your name without the usual suffix at the end.

“... Captain.” You reply softly.

Law internally winces at the way you speak. He gives a heavy sigh, taking his hat off and plopping it on the desk before running a hand through his hair. He's clearly looking for the right words to say, causing you to watch him with a slowly breaking heart.

“... Y/N, what we did… that was a mistake.”

Your eyes immediately filled with tears.

“I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that. You have my sincerest apologies.”

You sniffled, crossing your arms over your chest as if to protect your shattering heart.

“I don't have feelings for you like that, and I don't think I ever will. You are my subordinate, I am your Captain, and that's how it has to stay.”

You were silent for a long while, angry tears cascading down your cheeks as you thought about everything that happened between you both since you joined.

None of it mattered.

“Y/N?”

Slowly, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting his and for the first time, you saw shock wash across his face. He sat back in his chair slightly, unsure of what to say.

After a few moments, you stood, making your way to the door when he stopped you with a soft,

“Y/N-ya?”

You froze in your spot, pure fury rushing through you as you spun around and spat out,

“Fuck you, Law. You knew, you fucking knew, and you still took from me. That's all people like you do, is take, take, take, until people like me are left with NOTHING. I gave you my EVERYTHING, and IT STILL WASN'T ENOUGH?!”

You were shouting by the end. A small smidgen of pride washed over you at the look on Law's face, obviously not expecting you to snap at him like this.

“I loved you, I bent over backwards for you over and over, I did everything you asked of me and more, and yet even when I finally give you my body and my soul, you essentially tell me you don't care? You don't want me?”

Angry tears rushed down your face as you poured out your heart to him. His eyes had moved to his desk at some point, physically unable to look at you as you verbally tore him apart.

“That's fine. Enjoy your fucking karma, you fucking bastard.”

You ripped his door open and slammed it shut behind you, your boots slamming against the metal floor as you ran to your room. Reaching under your bed, you pulled up your duffle bag and began filling it, shoving everything you had into the bag until it was almost unable to close.

You didn't want to risk bumping into anyone with your bag so you opened the porthole window in your room, looking down and sighing happily when you saw your window was above the wooden dock. Tossing your bag out the window, you were just about to jump out and down when your door ripped open, a very anxious looking Law standing there watching you with wide eyes.

“Y/N-ya, don't do anything stupid!”

He took a step into your room and you gave him the middle finger, snarling at him,

“Eat shit, Trafalgar.”

You jumped.

You didn't look back up as your name met your ears, shaking off the tingling in your legs from falling from a decent height. You pulled your bag over your shoulder, kicking your feet into high gear as you suddenly hear,

“Room!”

You watch the soft blue bubble slowly surround you and you move as fast as you physically can, giving a shout of anger as you pop outside of the bubble right as you hear,

“Shambles!”

You spare a glance behind you, seeing a few boards from the dock missing, papers from your room now floating down into the water below. You shake your head slightly and continue running, ignoring the pain in your now ex-captains voice as he shouts for you again.

“Y/N-ya!”

You kept running until his voice was out of earshot, your angry and hurt tears nearly blinding you as you ran into a densely forested area. You were wiping at your eyes when you bumped into someone, falling back onto your ass with a shout of pain as your palms dug into the grassy ground.

“Oi! Watch where you're going, you brat!”

Your watery gaze looks up and you're shocked to see the redheaded Eustass Kid, one flesh arm and one metal crossed over each other on his massive chest.

It takes him a second, but he grins wickedly as he barks out,

“Well, if it ain't Trafalgar's little bitch! What the hell are you doing here?”

He cackles at the dark look you give him, slowly standing and brushing yourself off as you pick up your bag from the ground.

“Fuck you, Eustass. I'm not his bitch, and he's not my Captain. Not anymore, at least.”

Kid sneers down at you.

“The fuck does that mean?”

You sniffled and rubbed at your face angrily before tossing your bag over your shoulder and attempting to walk past him.

“It means what I fucking said, are you deaf?”

A heavy hand angrily pulls you back and your back is pressed against rough bark, Eustass’ scarred face inches from yours as he leans down to bark again,

“What the fuck does that mean?”

You glare back at him as you bark back,

“It means he wants nothing to do with me. It means, he took what he wanted from me and it still wasn't enough. He doesn't give a FUCK about me.”

There was something in Kid's eyes that flickered at your words. He gently puts you back down, leaning back up as he watches you rub at your eyes again.

He's silent for a few moments before he replies,

“Come on.”

You gave him a wary look.

“... why?”

Eustass only replies with a wide grin, cackling loudly for a moment before commenting as if speaking about the weather,

“I hate seeing gorgeous women cry.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, your mouth opening to snarl back a reply when you suddenly are stopped by him continuing,

“That and it's gonna get dark soon, you're not gonna wanna be here when it does. But that's up to you, brat.”

He begins walking away as he shouts over his shoulder,

“I could always use strong fighters on my crew, but if you wanna die out here like a dog, that's on you.”

You stare at his back, confused and anxious as your hand tightens around your bag strap.

You weigh over the pros and cons of leaving one pirate crew for another, especially ones from the Worst Generation.

It takes you only seconds to pull yourself together and run after him.

For an entire 24 hours, the entire crew minus Bepo search the island high and low for any trace of Y/N.

Law is furious as he paces in front of the Polar Tang, arms crossed as he waits for his Den Den to ring with news that someone had found you.

When night finally fell, Law continued to grow anxious, checking his pocket watch (a gift from you which now wretched his heart whenever he looked at it) and giving a grunt in irritation as he stared down at his resting Den Den. He pokes it gently to wake it up, the snail's eyes blinking tiredly up at his master before frowning.

“Call her.”

In an act that shocked Law, the Den Den slowly turned away from his owner and went back to sleep. The Heart Pirate Captain stood in utter confusion and slowly growing anger, he manually picked up the receiver and dialed Y/N's Den Den.

His heart sank lower and lower as it rang and rang, the soft peru-peru-peru echoing in his head.

His heart jumped when there was finally the soft click-clack of someone picking up the other end and Law quickly asked,

“Y/N-ya? Please, I'm sorry-”

He stopped as a familiar voice came through.

“Captain…”

Angry tears pricked at Law's eyes as he hissed out,

“Bepo?”

The mink sniffled on the other end before sobbing out,

“... She left her behind.”

Law slammed his own receiver down a little too hard, causing his Den Den to give a low hiss in pain. He rubbed at his face with a shout of irritation, huffing to himself.

He lifted his face at the sound of boots crunching into the gravel, hope rising in his chest as he took in the boiler suits coming closer to the Tang.

His heart drops as Shachi shakes his head once he's close enough, clapping a heavy hand on Law's shoulder as he murmurs,

“She's gone, boss.”

Law sighed softly through his nose, finally accepting the fate of his ex-crewmate. He picks up his Den Den and walks back into the Tang, ignoring the questions or comforting words from his crew.

In the silence of his room, Law holds a silly drawing you did of you both, a rare smile on Law's face in your art that pulls at his heartstrings. He smooshes the paper to his chest for a moment before placing it aside, sitting up and immediately meeting his black Corazon jacket resting in the chair you used to take up.

“... Cora-san…” he murmured as he rested his elbows on his knees, his face falling into his palms as he quietly asks,

“What have I done?”

[yanguazalie]

Author's Note: After three years of sitting on this (can you tell by how old the cover looks? lol), I've finally made the small illustrations I wanted to and now I've finally posted my first fanfic! May you enjoy some fluffy Kandy angst under the cut!

Kitty's secretive love for Mandy grows daily, sprouting like a flower through a jagged crack in the ground. She has endless opportunities to be open about her love, and yet she prefers to keep it under wraps. Is there something bigger you want to avoid, Kitty?

"Alright, so this next one's Jonathan... Oh I know Jonathan! He's the artist-slash-model, he's cute. I didn't know he liked you."

"He does! So then the issue was whether I'd hang out with Harley or with Jonathan. We could have hung out together but both wanted me to themselves, and I can't blame them!"

"Gosh how can you keep track of so many suitors? You should just stick with one like me."

"Well you know the saying, 'Plenty of fish in the sea,' Gonna catch them all and taste every one of 'em!"

"Is that what the saying means?"

On a late afternoon at the Institute of Perfection, the Spy Girls: Kitty, Lydia, and Tuesday were sitting on the raised benches along the path, where other dolls were passing by, whether to finish their remaining classes, to meet with friends, or just ditch. The Spy Girls were in the third category; they managed to get away with it more often, for one reason or another.

Lydia was gossiping to Tuesday about her current romances; she was such a socialite, so open to other dolls, if not for Lou being in charge she'd have the whole Institute at her feet. Instead she just had a growing group of dolls trying to woo her for undivided attention.

While they were chatting, Kitty was sitting next to them, looking the other way, lost in thought, about a girl... About Mandy.

Kitty was pretty responsible about leaving her heart at home. Her utmost priority, as any doll, was to graduate from the Institute and be paired with her kid. She handled all her courses with ease, most preferably the obstacle course- she and her Spy sisters were the best at it. Other classes were her second-favorites if Mandy was in them, but even Kitty knew to control herself around her.

Mandy was also very devoted to her courses, maybe even more so because of her myopia, which she had to keep under wraps from everyone. All three of the Spies knew that she wore her glasses during her free time; that was the one bit of confidence between them all, and it was far more than they would do for other dolls. So with her devotion, Mandy wasn't ever the first to chum around with other classmates, lest she catch negative attention from the staff-bots and soon from Lou.

Kitty most often found this as a chance to be beside her when they happened to have classes together, and stare at her for as long as she could with contentment. Mandy wouldn't have noticed, being so focused on the lessons, and this was exactly how Kitty wanted it.

However, her heart snuck out of the house this time, and made Kitty a lovesick doll by the end of the day. On this day, Mandy was in ALL of her classes up until this last one. And for one reason or another, Mandy took initiative to talk with Kitty! Kitty deep down was caught off-guard by her sudden friendliness, but on the outside she mirrored the mood as if it were a natural occurrence.

Mandy was all smiles throughout her classes, all while chatting with Kitty about little things, and helping each other through the courses, cracking jokes here and there, even trying to contain their giggles when it started becoming too much. There wasn't any mention on why Mandy was acting so relaxed, but Kitty was all for it. Being one-on-one with her like this, Kitty liked pretending that she was "hanging out with her girlfriend" and that put her on top of the world.

"You did it flawlessly, Mandy," Kitty mumbled to herself.

Lydia and Tuesday only heard her slightly and paused to see if she was going to say anything else. When all she did was sigh and continued to look onward, the two returned to their gossiping. Without knowing her current mood they knew she wouldn't be interested in talk about boys or quick hookups anyway.

"You really think so? I slipped a few times," Kitty imagined Mandy replying.

"Oh no no, you were great! You were so confident how could anyone notice..."

Lydia and Tuesday were too enthralled in their own conversation at this point to pay attention to their distracted sister. They were missing quite a show as Kitty quietly giggled to herself, swinging her legs back and forth out of pure happiness. Outside of the Spies' shared home, Kitty was never this loose with her manners. Only a few of the passing dolls noticed the usually sassy spy's sudden giddiness, but they knew to keep it to themselves and maybe a trusted friend later- otherwise one or all three of the spies would stick it to them if they gave the wrong notion.

"I know we're in the open," Kitty thought for Mandy again. "but do you think it'd be too much to hug each other right now? Whether or not it's because I'm a child's doll, I've been in quite a tizzy today and could use it to calm down."

"Oh you're being quite silly today," Kitty replied to herself. "Of course we can't hug! As much as I'd want to..." Within her daydream she saw Lydia's hand resting on the bench out the corner of her eye. Still neither Lydia nor Tuesday were paying attention.

"I figured as much... But... what if you kissed my hand? Then others would just think we're practicing etiquette right? Please, Kitty..."

"Oh I'd LOVE to kiss your hand, my dear girl! I'll make it count for your sake."

It wasn't until Lydia felt her hand being raised did she finally take notice to Kitty, and Tuesday noticed as soon as Lydia stopped talking. The both of them being out of the loop, just watched Kitty gently lift her sister's hand, becoming squicked at her raising it to her face, followed by a loud shout of disgust as the pink-haired doll enchantingly pressed her lips against the defenseless hand.

"Kitty, what are you DOING?! Gross!!" Lydia snatched her hand away, vigorously shaking off any "cooties" before wiping the tainted back of it on Tuesday, who responded with swatting it away from her.

Kitty, finally snapped out of her spell stared wide-eyed at Lydia, stunned by her own unorthodox behavior and feared them catching on.

"What? You don't want me kissing your hand?" Kitty said, trying to change the mood.

"No!" Lydia shouted. "Neither you or Tuesday can kiss my hand- ANYWHERE!" Lydia shuddered all over. "Cheeks are okay but those are only sometimes- UGH, I still feel it on me!"

"Oh calm down, I was only teasing," Kitty lied. "You act like EVERYONE is pining for you, I was getting tired of it."

"Well if you want to 'tease' me, don't make it so icky," Lydia replied. "Getting unexpectedly kissed has to be the grossest thing..." Lydia smirked rethinking the idea. "Well, most often."

"I wouldn't mind Lou unexpectedly kissing ME," said Tuesday, a big smile coming across her face at the thought of him. "I dream of the day!"

"Well dream in one hand and cry in another and see which fills first," Lydia said sarcastically. 

"You're being such a hater right now," Tuesday said, peeved for only a moment.

"You wouldn't want Lou to kiss your hand?" asked Kitty, trying to lighten her stunt again.

"Heck no!" Lydia protested. "He's so bossy. And he's too old!"

"No he's NOT!" Tuesday snapped. "You're as young as you're made! Don't call Lou old. And he's only bossy to YOU because you keep ignoring him." Lydia mockingly stuck out her tongue.

"Would you let Amaya kiss you?" Kitty started again.

"Oh yeah, that's fine!" Lydia said as she bounced in approval. "Anyone but you two and Lou can kiss me."

"So then you'd let Charles kiss you?"

"Yup!"

"Even Arnold?"

"Yes!"

"Sarah?"

"She kisses everyone but yes to her too! I'm telling you, anyone but you three."

This made Kitty irresponsibly suspicious. "Would you let Mandy kiss you?" She stingily asked.

"Yea- wait, MANDY? Why would SHE kiss me?"

The two dolls looked at Kitty, waiting for an answer. Kitty realized her attempt to redirect the conversation failed, and she looked away- as if that gesture alone was enough to keep their gears from turning: Why did she bring up Mandy? Mandy was close enough to all of them, but Lydia never liked her romantically, nor has Mandy ever acted any sort of way toward her to peak her interest. If anything, Mandy had more in common with...

"Ooooohhh!" The two caught on. Then they started laughing, realizing their sister's weird behavior all made sense.

"You don't have to worry about me, Kitty!" Lydia reassured. "Mandy's all yours."

"Ugh," scoffed Kitty.

"Kitty likes Mandy~♪" Tuesday chimed in.

Kitty crossed her arms and looked away from the both of them, all annoyed and embarrassed. Lydia looked at her lovingly, knowing how much Mandy meant to her and how much she loses herself at the thought of the four-eyed Polymath-slash-Model had her melting at the cuteness. Tuesday couldn't help but giggle since Kitty always acted so flawless in public, and yet here she is getting all defensive about her crush after acting so foolish.

"Looks like your affection can't be contained anymore," Lydia confirmed. "You should just tell Mandy how you feel!"

"...I don't want to," declined Kitty.

"Why not?" asked Tuesday. "The sooner you tell her the sooner she'll notice you and the sooner she'll love you back! Since I told Lou I loved him, it's way easier to get his attention and win him over."

"You mean TRY to win him over," Lydia corrected.

"He's coming around!"

"But Tuesday's right, Kitty. You have a VERY clean shot with Mandy. The two of you get along so well when you're one-on-one! You're both nerdy, like and dislike a lot of the same things, and your chemistry is so adorable!"

Kitty irked at the 'adorable' part. "Why would you say that? Have you been WATCHING me with Mandy?"

"GIRL, of course I have! Tuesday too!" Tuesday nodded proudly. "The fact you didn't know shows how good of spies we are."

"...It's not worthwhile," she said with deflated energy. "I'm fine with the way things are. And it's better this way. So I deserve to delve in daydreams like these, aren't I?"

"What do you mean?" Tuesday asked concerned.

"It's just-"

"Hey Mandy! MANDY!!" Lydia suddenly shouted. Kitty and Tuesday turned their heads to where Lydia was looking, and saw Mandy fast-walking down the path, nearly passing them.

Mandy heard her name and turned to where it came from. She squinted her eyes toward the direction, but it was all an heinous blur without her glasses. If not for the brightly colored hair of the three, she wouldn't have been able to recognize the Spy Girls.

"Hey girls!" Mandy shouted back.

"Come over here!" Lydia urged.

Mandy slightly hesitated since she was rushing to her final class, but walked over anyway.

"What's up?" Mandy asked once she made it to them.

"Girl, where you've been? I haven't seen you all day!" Lydia said, easing her in.

"We had classes all day," Mandy reminded.

"But even with the random schedules Lou gives us to 'keep us on our toes,' I see you at least once a day, in class or walking to the next one, or on days with Lou.

"I suppose? I've seen Kitty all day, though!" Mandy gave a big smile as she glanced over to Kitty. "Isn't that right?"

Kitty was becoming uncomfortable between her sisters teasing her and then Mandy being chummy toward her in front of them.

"Uh-huh," Kitty forced out of herself, staring at Mandy, frozen.

"Is that so?" Lydia said, clearly becoming intrigued.

"Yeah!" Mandy happily said. "We've been having class after class together!"

"Oh REALLY??" Lydia and Tuesday said in unison. 

"She's been my companion up until the last one. It's been fun!"

"Yeah? She's been your right-hand gal?" asked Lydia. "How's she been?"

As Mandy happily spouted all the things she and Kitty had done without a second thought, both Lydia and Tuesday observed Kitty, who was doing her best to deflect their stares. But Kitty couldn't help herself as she listened to Mandy and started smiling, noticing the joy in Mandy's voice simply because she was around her all day. For a brief moment she pretended she was being "praised by her girlfriend" and everything was pure bliss.

"Kitty can be so helpful!" Lydia promoted. "That's why she's the leader you know. She makes a VERY good PARTNER too." Kitty sneered at her for her shameless coaxing, wanting to push her over. Mandy didn't seem to catch on to that last part.

"Absolutely!" she replied, looking over to Kitty again, with her lovely and honest smile, her gold-colored eyes glimmering to match. Kitty couldn't help but smile back. She really loved this doll.

"Oh! Mandy!" Tuesday suddenly burst out. "I remembered something just now! Lydia's hands are bigger than all of ours! Almost like a boy's."

"Crazy girl, what're you spouting?" Lydia asked, feeling near-insulted.

"It's true! Mandy, the three of use sleep next to each other at night-"

"Tuesday, don't tell her that!" Kitty snapped. "Jeez!"

"Nah, I told her already," said Lydia. "When she came to our 'Elite Girls' slumber party, remember that night? Lou invited himself?"

"Hm-hm, we got to draw on his face after he passed out."

"And he went home without checking the next morning." Kitty and Lydia snickered mischievously together.

"Yeah, Lydia told me," Mandy confirmed. "It was after you two went to sleep. But it's nothing to be embarrassed about; We're children's dolls. Sleeping next to someone can be soothing."

"See Kitty? Even Mandy knows what it's all about!" Lydia then whispered in Kitty's ear, "She'll gladly sleep next to YOU." Kitty sneered at her again, then ramming her elbow into her- Lydia let out a small whine.

"ANYWAY," Tuesday resumed. "That's when I noticed the sizes! Lydia's are the biggest and mine are the smallest."

"My hands are NOT big!" exclaimed Lydia. "Put 'em up! Lemme se- Oh... they are."

Mandy chuckled. "That actually makes sense," she said. "Since you're 'Combat Princess' they would need to bigger. Makes it easier to throw good swings!"

"Wild... Mandy let me see yours then! Oh! Tuesday's ARE smaller!"

"Are they? Tuesday, let me see. Oh they are, a little bit. Maybe because you're 'Gadget Princess,' your hands need to be smaller for when your tinkering with electronics!"

Tuesday scoffed. "Small hands are for cute dolls. That's all it is! But now that's two reasons!"

"But you're all cute!" Mandy remarked. "If Lou has anything to say about it."

"But I'm the CUTEST! That's why my hands are smaller."

Kitty could already see where this weird game was going. Was this Tuesday's sneaky plan to spark a romance... or maybe she got sidetracked remembering the hand-kiss earlier? Either way, Mandy looked over to Kitty, right on time. It was her turn.

"Kitty, what about us?" Mandy asked as she went over to her. 'What about us' she says. Kitty couldn't stand it!

But even if she couldn't, she lifted her hands to avoid suspicion. Mandy pushed her own hands right against hers. This really was the first time they ever touched hands, and this Spy Girl's mind became foggier with every second that passed...

Kitty instantly became flooded with the urge to lace their fingers together and never take them apart. Mandy's hands already felt so soft when they had slid up against her pale fingers, they'd be even softer to squeeze. Suddenly, Mandy's cherry-scented perfume became even more intoxicating, even though she was pleasantly smelling it through their classes all day. It took everything in her to not just grab this doll's hands and take a full whiff of the cherry scent that came off of them. Instead she fought hard not to breathe, but then her heart pounded, whether because of holding her breath or the restraint to just smell the scent again. '"If I were your girlfriend it'd be so easy," Kitty thought.

"You have the same sized hands!" said Tuesday.

"Talk about a PERFECT match!" said Lydia.

"That's so cool!" Mandy observed. "It must be because we have so much in common, right Kitty?" She continued holding her hands against Kitty's as she examined how they fit together.

Lydia and Tuesday looked on excitedly. Mandy must have felt something for Kitty if she said that, right?

"I-it's because I'm 'Strategy Princess' right? I'm the middle ground for our team!" Kitty could feel herself getting dizzy, even though she'd been sitting this whole time.

"Well maybe... It's still really neat since we get along, you know?"

"Yeah it's... neat."

Mandy's smile grew with the affirmation. Then she sighed in satisfaction. "I've been in a really good mood today," she said, looking out at the sky over the far wall of the institute. "The day started like any other, but I still felt really happy... Maybe because I was going to have the pleasant surprise of hanging out with one of my friends all day. I usually only see the three of you once a day for our classes. Some days I don't see you at all. I won't count the days we spend together with Lou."

"You and Kitty are BEST friends," Tuesday said innocently. "Because you get along the best!"

"We do, don't we? That's why I've been so happy then. Because I got to hang out with YOU, Kitty!"

"It makes me glad to hear you say that," Kitty tiredly confessed before indirectly shooing her away. She took her hands back and said, "You should get going! We'll see you later."

"Oh right! It's always fun talking to you girls, I never get to do it. See you later then!"

"Byyyee," said Tuesday and Lydia as Mandy dashed off, somewhat disappointed in Kitty for ending it so abruptly.

Once she got farther from the three, Lydia and Tuesday couldn't stop squealing to each other. Then they hovered over to Kitty, shaking her and standing her up to get her as excited as them.

"Come ON, Kitty! Jump! Dance!" Lydia affectionately pinched her sister's pink cheek, which she promptly snapped away from. "Do SOMETHING! Mandy said she was happy because of YOU!"

"I have ears, Lydia," Kitty was sounding more miffed than excited.

"We make SUCH a good team!" Tuesday hopped over to Lydia, grabbing her hands in a job-well-done.

"I KNOW! That was crazy, it worked so beautifully. But with these two it handles itself."

"That's enough," Kitty said weakly. But the two were too excited to hear her.

"What should we try next?" Tuesday asked in suspense.

"Ooh! Maybe you can hack into whichever robot puts the schedules together, then they can share all their classes every day!"

"That's a pretty detailed job. I think I can handle it! What if we do another slumber party, but we don't tell anyone?"

"Like kidnapping Mandy so Lou doesn't catch on? I like the way you think!"

"You guys," Kitty tried again.

"Or we can set up a tea party for the two of them! I can get the Bakers-slash-Models to make all their favorite things! They'd do anything for me you know."

"I can arrange the music! I know so many love songs."

"Yes, YES! Those two are so good at dancing."

"Guys," Kitty said with a deeper tone, shaking.

"We come up with such good plans. Kitty, what do you wanna-"

"I want you guys to drop it, OKAY?!"

The Institute suddenly fell silent. The pathway had cleared as all the dolls already left, and any other lively thing in the vicinity no longer made a sound as Kitty's burst of anger spread over everything. Tuesday and Lydia finally quieted down. Though they weren't too sure how to respond now.

"I don't know why you BOTH are so up in arms about this," Kitty continued to exclaim. "I'm the leader, aren't I? I know what's going to work better than the two of you using all your braincells! Don't you think if I KNEW it would work I'd be all over the situation without you butting in?!"

"You know it WON'T work?" Lydia cautiously asked.

"YES! There's no doubt it won't work!" 

"But at home..." For as naïve as Tuesday could be at times, she knew Kitty's immodesty with her love behind closed doors too well. She felt deeply that the team-leader was hurting herself by being seclusive about her true love. "You write Mandy's name in cursive all the time because you said you want to see how pretty it could look. And you draw you and her together sometimes. You sing love songs thinking about her, I know you do. Don't you want Mandy to know?"

"What for? Even if she liked me back, we could only be together for as long as we're here. Once we all graduate, I'll never see her again. I don't want something temporary like you two do. And... what if she were to turn me down instead, while we're still here? I've run it through my head and I would still want her all the same... I'd look at her the same way and think of her the same way, and she'd notice it this time. How distracting it'd be with as much as she has on her plate.

"She has to be good at ALL the occupations since she's a polymath, on top of the etiquette lessons everyone has to take, and she's an elite doll so it's even more important- I, I think? I don't know why Lou yells at her all the time- we've done worse. She does everything fine, she has to because she can't see without her glasses! We ditch class all the time while Mandy has to go to every single one in case Lou turns up. He hasn't shown up today but what if he did while she was slacking with me? He'd yell at her in front of everyone and I can't be by her side or else I'd get the three of us in trouble, too! And Mandy would think it's her fault because Lou was already mad at her, a-- and---"

Lydia and Tuesday started noticing the pain expressed in her breaking voice.

"I won't add on to her problems if being her friend is enough. Either way, I'd have my heart broken, whether we split up or if she rejects me. I could break hers even more if I led her on. The three of us will leave together, and who would she have? That must already sting... None of this is right."

"You got to touch her hand," Lydia said, trying to bring Kitty back to a better mood; The way her sister beat herself up over the perfect execution, it's all she could say that seemed the least stressful to her.

"I'd rather have held it!" Kitty replied. "If it were up to me though, I wouldn't have done it at all. Now my head and my stomach hurts like crazy just remembering it."

"It'll be okay," said Tuesday. "It's a good thing we're ditching, right?"

Kitty nodded and covered her face with her hands, either from exhaustion or to keep from crying.

Lydia put her hand on her trembling sister's shoulder. "We'll drop it," she said. "You ready to head back?"

Kitty quietly nodded again. Tuesday took hold of her hand, Lydia wrapped her arm around her, all together walked off the path returning home.

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Gail and Liam Expose Mackenzie.

Mackron fanfic

Mack was cleaning the ladies toilets as Gail had flatly refused to do them.

"Where's Lydia when you need her" Mack mumbled as he came out of the toilets into the bar with his bright pink Marigold gloves and the frilly pinny Mandy had loaned him.

"Wow!" said Ruby who was sitting with Nicky and Suni "Sexy! That pinny brings the colour out in you eyes sexy boy"

"Less of the sexy boy" said Aaron who was serving at the bar.

"Oh so we are talking then" said Mack "I'm sorry for going off on one yesterday"

"You're forgiven" said Aaron "Where did you get to Charity came in to cover for me and when I got outside you'd gone"

"I had a date with a bottle of whisky so I went to the cottage" said Mack.

"I thought I heard you come staggering in" said Aaron.

"Where's Gail?" asked Mack "I've had to do the men's and the ladies bogs"

"Apparantly we're out of everything and she's gone to the shop" said Aaron "Marlon didn't do the orders this week as he's been supporting Rhona so we're only doing sandwiches today. That's if Gail comes back. She's been gone ages"

"Here she is now" said Mack as Gail came in with Liam.

"What took you so long?" Aaron asked.

"She became enthralled" said Liam.

"Enthralled?" asked Aaron "What's that supposed to mean""

"Enthralled in a magazine" said Liam sitting down next to Ruby . "I must say Mackenzie you're a braver man than me"

"What do you mean?" asked Mack.

"Let me look" said Ruby grabbing the magazine off Liam. "Peachy or what" she laughed. "Nice bum"

"Give that to me" said Mack grabbing the magazine off Ruby.

"And that super sized ice cream cone didn't leave anything to the imagination" Ruby sniggered.

"What are they on about?" said Aaron trying to get the magazine off Mack.

"Right if you won't let me look I'll go and buy one" said Aaron who was annoyed at all the comments about Mackenzie.

"Sold out" said Liam "Gail bought the last copy"

Mackenzie reluctantly handed the magazine to Aaron.

"What the fuck" said Aaron looking at the pictures of his husband in several provocative positions around the Ice Cream Parlour. "How could you?"

"I had to" said Mack "The reporter threatened to report you to the police for assault if I didnt and I couldn't risk you being sent down"

"Aw. How romantic" said Ruby "But I must say your husband is a very lucky man Mackenzie"

"He definitely is" said Sunni.

"Hey you" said Nicky "Would you do that for me?"

"Well if it was keeping you out of prison I would" said Sunni.

"I'll never live this down" said Mack "He told me that Eric doesn't stock that magazine so nobody would see it in the village"

"That's right" said Liam "There was a special delivery according to Eric. They let him have them at a discounted price"

"Yes" said Gail "He's made a killing. People were coming from far and wide to buy a copy and Tracy told me your Ice Cream Parlour has been inundated with bookings"

"You sexy little Munchkin" said Ruby "Are you going to give me a guided tour of your bar. I could easily become an ice cream adict"

"He does great cocktails as well" said Gail.

"Even better" purred Ruby. "Oh Aaron straighten your face before you curdle my cream"

"It's your neck I'll straighten if you don't shut it" said Aaron who was increasingly annoyed.

"Ooh yes please" said Ruby.

23.2.24.

[a-bang-for-your-bucky]

Welcome Home (Part One)

(NOT MY GIF)

Summary: After not speaking to her brothers for over a year, Peyton Rhodes’ life is turned upside down when her boyfriend of four years cheats on her. She uproots her life with WWE and returns home to Atlanta. She finds herself among great friends and she is finding herself again after being lost for so long.

WORD COUNT: 2,624 (well shit). 

Pairings: Cody Rhodes x OFC (Sister), Brandi Rhodes x OFC (sister), Dustin Rhodes x OFC (Sister), past Seth Rollins x OFC, future Kenny Omega x OFC (maybe?), MJFx OFC( maybe?) Could end up being Matt Jackson x OFC (who knows) let the writing gods surprise us.

WARNINGS: explicit language, mentioned cheating, possible future smut (Warnings are subject to change as I continue writing and will be updated as needed).

A/N: This has been a WIP for over a year now. This will be multiple parts. It will be a slow burn. (MAYBE) I’m a sucker for the friends to lovers trope. Please do not think that this reflects my feels toward a certain wrestler (Seth). This story is strictly fiction. I do not own any of the characters except for my OFC(s). Please, please, please, give me feedback. I’m slowly working myself back into the fanfic world. <3

“Cody was right.” I cried as soon as my brother’s wife answered the phone. I hadn’t spoken to my brothers since they left WWE. Cody was upset that I wouldn’t leave with him. Brandi was my way of communication with them. She’d call at least twice a week. This week was different. 

“I caught him. I went to congratulate him after his win over Finn and they were,” I sniffled, hurt coming over me again. “It was Mandy. I thought she was my friend.” I explained to my sister in law.

“Pey, I am so sorry. Please come home. You know AEW has a spot for you whenever you want it.” Brandi offered. It was the same thing she said to me every week, but now I’m ready. 

“I just don’t know why.” I cried. “I was the perfect girlfriend. I basically put my career on hold for him. I thought he was, I thought he was it for me.” Brandi had said that they were going to be home for Cody’s birthday in a few weeks and invited me to come to the party. 

“I’ll talk to Hunter.” I choked out. 

Luckily, my contract was almost up and as soon as Vince heard I didn’t want to re-sign, he settled for my release. We didn’t have the best relationship, but Hunter advocated for me stating that it was best for the company as well as myself. He knew the situation and didn’t blame me for wanting to go.

I knew I had to go back one day. I just never thought it would be this soon. I parked my car in the drive. I could hear Pharaoh announcing my arrival before I could make it to the door. I made my way up the sidewalk to the porch. I took a deep breath and knocked. 

Brandi opened the door immediately. “Well I'll be damned.” She said, “I can’t believe you came!” I smiled, embracing my brother’s wife. 

“Like I would miss my big brother’s 35th birthday.” I lied and she knew it. If Seth hadn’t cheated on me, I wouldn’t be here. 

Brandi led me inside where there were some guests who had gathered in the foyer. Brandi introduced me quickly, leading me through to Cody. “Hey, babe. Your surprise is here.” Cody, who was standing by the fireplace, talking to Dustin, turned and saw me. 

Awkwardly, I raised a hand to wave. “Hi.” I whispered. Cody sat down his drink and walked over to me. I expected him to cuss and yell, but instead, he threw his arms around me, hugging me tightly. 

“Peyton, I'm so happy you’re here.” He whispered. Dustin came up behind him. 

“Long time, no see sis. You know, they invented this thing called a phone. You should look into it. Call your big brothers sometime.” Dustin fussed before hugging me too. 

“It is really good to see you guys.” I tried to hold back the tears, but some escaped anyway. “How have you been? AEW has really taken off huh?” I said making small talk.

Cody nodded, “Yeah, I have the best business partners. I can’t wait for you to meet them.” Looking at my brother, he was truly happy. WWE had given him a few more stress lines, but seeing him now, you couldn’t tell. 

He grabbed my hand, pulling me to follow him. He led me to Matt and Nick Jackson, standing with Kenny Omega and Adam Page. “Guys! Guys! Look who decided to show her face.” Cody beamed, smiling big. The four guys waved. 

“Finally! We get to meet the prodigal sister.” Kenny Omega spoke first. 

“Peyton, these are the guys.” Cody pointed to each of them. “Matt. Nick. Kenny. Adam.” 

“Nice to meet y’all finally. I watch your show every week. You are all very talented.” They all mumbled a “thank you” in tandem. 

The rest of the evening went by smoothly. We all sat and talked. Getting to know The Elite was amazing. It was almost as if I hadn’t been AWOL for a year and a half.  When the party was over, I was helping Brandi clean up. 

“Pey, you don’t have to help. You’re a guest.” She said, grabbing the glasses from my hands. I shook my head.

“I’m family. And family helps.” I smiled, taking the glasses back and continued to the kitchen. Cody walked in behind me with plates. 

“Hey,” he started, “Thank you for coming.” He finished, placing the plates in the dishwasher. I added my glasses. 

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out, turning to face him. Cody looked at me, confused. “I should have left with you. You were right about that place. My career, my relationship, everything, became a shitshow after you left.” tears began to fall. 

“Pey, it’s okay. I’m just happy you’re here now.” Cody wiped the tears away. 

“Code. I lost my title. Seth cheated on me, and I barely got any TV time.” Cody scoffed. He never liked Seth.

“He cheated on you?” Cody growled, and paced around the room. 

I nodded, “I caught him. I went to congratulate him after his win one night and they were,” I sniffled, explaining to Cody. “I don’t know why.” I cried. “And then I lost my title, and then stopped getting TV time, unless I was on Seth’s arm.” I darted my eyes to the ground. “We still had to work together. After everything, I had to pretend like we were the perfect couple, until my last appearance.” Cody pulled me into a tight hug. 

“I pissed a lot of people off with the way I left. I’m so sorry that affected you.” he whispered into my hair, like it was his fault. 

“I don’t blame you, Code. I was granted my release.” I mumbled into his chest. He pulled back. 

“What?” His eyes were wide. 

“I asked for my release and Hunter pushed it through. I’ll be a free agent in 90 days” I explained. Cody smiled like a Cheshire cat.  

“Babe! Dustin! Get in here!” Cody yelled, startling me. The both of them came running, looking for an emergency, but they only saw Cody pouring champagne for a toast. Confused looks covered their faces. 

Cody gave everyone a flute and started a toast. “To our baby sister, the newest AEW superstar.” Brandi squealed and hugged me tight. The guys joined in. 

I was finally home. 

It was hard, walking away from my life in WWE; However, finding my place within the Elite was easy. Especially with Kenny Omega. He quickly became one of my closest friends. The next 3 months were the best of my life. The break from wrestling gave my body and my heart time to heal. Everyone did their best to hide that I was coming to AEW, even leaving fake trails that I was going back to NJPW.

After working out the details of my contract, I was officially signed with AEW. Cody wanted me to make a surprise entrance, interrupt one of his segments. Creative loved the idea of brother and sister reuniting, but they wanted to make it interesting. When my debut date came, I couldn’t have been any more nervous.

Sitting in catering, I was alone, lost in thought, picking at my food. It had been a long journey here, but they made it. AEW came to life and it was thriving. Double or nothing had passed, and that meant tonight was Dynamite.

“Guess who?” Someone had snuck up on me, covering my eyes. I smiled because I knew exactly who it was.

“Hmm, Prince Charming?” I guessed quickly. Kenny placed a sloppy kiss to my cheek.

“Close, but better.” He said uncovering my eyes. “Hey, princess. Just thought I’d come save you from your thoughts. What’s going on in that head of yours right now?” he asked, knowing I’ll tell him, taking the seat next to me. 

I sighed, rubbing my face. “I was thinking about my journey, how I got here.” Kenny nodded, but didn’t say anything. “I was thinking about how I get to see Jon again, since leaving WWE, and I was thinking about Seth.” I finally spit it out. Seth, his name leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

“I knew something was bothering you. Talk to me, doll.”

“I was scrolling through Insta earlier. He’s engaged. I know I shouldn’t care, but I do. Not because I still have feelings for him, but because she is, was, my friend, and I don’t want him to do to her what he did to me.” I explained to him.

“That’s understandable, Pey, but people gotta make their own mistakes. Mandy knows what he did to you and she still said yes, so that’s on her.” Kenny said, ever the voice of reason.

I nodded in agreement with him, knowing he was right. I needed to focus on my new path, my new future.

“Peyton!” Cody called from a distance, Brandi following him. It was time.

Cody stood, center ring, proudly. He had won the TNT title at Double or Nothing. He went on about how he was issuing an open challenge every Wednesday.

I stood nervously behind the curtain, waiting for my cue. I was about to make my debut. My life has been a little crazy since I left WWE behind, but definitely for the better. 

As an avid Fall Out Boy fan, I had struck a deal to have my favorite song as my entrance music. I had been using it for most of my career. The music hit, the crowd went crazy. “Holy Hell, that music can only mean one person. The sister of the American Nightmare. That’s Peyton Rhodes!” JR yelled into his mic as I strolled down the ramp, ignoring the crowd. “Peyton” chants filled the arena as I made my way to the squared circle. 

“Peyton Rhodes has joined  AEW and the crowd couldn’t be happier,” Excalibur added. I walked around the ring to the time keeper, grabbing a mic from Justin, and strolled on toward the ring. 

The music cut, and Cody was first to speak. "Oh yeah. I guess we didn't announce this but Peyton Rhodes is AEW!" The crowd screamed at Cody's news, chanting "AEW". 

I soaked in the cheers because I knew it was all about to change. I had been a face for most of my pro-wrestling career, and now I finally get to pursue the heel turn my fans had been begging for. I took in a deep breath and adjusted my leather jacket. 

“Oh, Atlanta, shut the hell up!” I groaned into the mic. I revelled in the audible gasp that could be heard. “That’s right. No more sweet ‘Georgia peach’ Peyton Rhodes. I came to AEW to raise hell, and that’s what I’m going to do.” I wandered around the ring, stopping in front of a camera. “I’m sick and tired of wanting your approval. I’m here to get what I want. And I want it all.” I punctuated as I looked dead into the camera.

“Hear that big brother,” I turned and faced Cody, “Hell just arrived in AEW I hope you’re ready.” I gestured to the crowd, “I hope you’re all ready, because if you thought Cody was a nightmare, wait til you see me, the Dream Killer.” I dropped the mic, and rolled out of the ring. The crowd loved it. “Dream Killer” chants echoed in my ears all the way backstage. 

I was greeted by Dustin, Brandi, and Kenny. “That was perfect, Pey, they loved it.” Kenny said as soon as I was in sight. I grinned, running up to him, jumping into his arms for a hug. 

“The crowd loved you. They’ve been hoping for this heel turn since your WWE debut.” Cody said, smiling from ear to ear as he returned to the back after finishing his promo.

“For real, Pey! You pull off the ‘heel’ thing. I can’t wait to work on your wardrobe!” Brandi squealed, embracing me in a dancing hug. “Just think about the shoes, Pey, the shoes.” Brandi was way more excited about the outfits than the actual turn. She had helped me pick the one I was wearing. Black jean shorts, a front-zip black and white crop top, leather jacket, and black boots. 

“I can’t wait to see where this takes me.” I said before we were joined by the rest of The Elite.  

Nick was the first to speak. “Not bad, Rhodes. You might be a better heel than your brother here.” He elbowed Cody in the ribs.

Matt nodded in agreement, “For real Peyton, the crowd was so hyped for that turn.” He said with a soft smile, bringing me in for a quick hug. 

I turned to face everyone. “Thanks guys. All of you. You gave me this chance.” I thanked them, “I promise I won’t let you down.” 

“You’re a great addition to the AEW family.” Adam complimented, “Come on Ken, we got a match to get ready for.” he said before walking away. Kenny gave me one last hug before following him.

Cody and Brandi also parted as she had a segment coming up, leaving me with the Young Bucks. “Come on, Pey, lets celebrate!” We had walked back to catering where some more of the AEW stars were waiting. In the back, I spotted the one person I couldn’t wait to see again. I told The Bucks I’d catch up with them. 

“Jon!” I screamed, almost running to him. When he saw me rushing toward him, he opened his arms, inviting me in for a hug. Hugging him was a blast from the past. 

“Peyton fucking Rhodes. I heard rumors you were coming. Sweetheart, you knocked them dead.” He spoke into my hair. I gave him one more tight squeeze before pulling away. “Well, you look great.” He said, gesturing to my outfit. 

“I’m heel now. Finally.” I boasted. I’ve been waiting for this for the longest time and no one was taking it away from me. Jon and I talked, catching up. I asked about Renee and he lit up. He was happy and that’s all I wanted for him. He was finally able to be the fighting champion everyone knew he could be. 

“What about Seth? What happened? The last time I spoke to him, he said you guys were happy and he had bought a ring.” Jon asked, and it knocked the breath out of me. I knew he would ask, but I wasn’t expecting him to mention a ring. 

“He cheated on me. With Mandy. They’re engaged now.” I said without choking up, which was a good sign. I could see the disappointment well up in Jon’s eyes. 

“You were always too good for him.” I knew he and Seth were still good friends, but I appreciated the words nonetheless. Jon gave me one last hug before he got called away for his match, leaving me alone in catering again. 

I found a table close to a TV so I could watch the end of Kenny and Adam’s match. They were well on their way to becoming tag team champions. I started thinking about what Jon had said about Seth, about him buying a ring. I couldn’t believe it. He was going to ask me to marry him and I would have said yes, had I not found him with Mandy. I was pulled from my thoughts by my phone vibrating. It was Seth. 

I saw your debut. 

You look good. 

You’re gonna be a great heel.

I miss you. 

I wish you would talk to me and let me explain. 

I read and reread the messages a hundred times before replying. 

Okay, Seth. When and where?

[lady-olive-oil]

Work Out: Chapter 2

Writings || Florian Index || MTC ||

What up, what up! It’s ya girl Liv here with another chapter of Work Out. In this chapter we’ll go deep into Geneva’s past and her favorite past time. Let me know if ya wanna join the Lil Nasties Squad. I also added 2 new characters to the roster, one is Josephine Montoya-Wade (in MTC) and the other one, well you’ll see soon. Thanks for reading! Stay tuned from scenes for our next episode. Skating visuals linked in bold.

WC: 3.4K [I’m starting to think each chapter will be this long]

Warnings: suggestive themes, dirty flashback if ya squint

Tag Team, Lil Nasties: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @sparklemichele || @designerwriterchic || @honeychicana || @chaneajoyyy || @jojolu || @dc41896 || @titty-teetee || @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove || @ljstraightnochaser || @mimigemrose || @crushed-pink-petals || @fumbling-fanfics || @madamslayyy

The sounds of 70’s to 00’s music rumbled through the rink, as skaters young and old all came together for one night in solidarity. For those who can skate that is. Others like myself however, have been in the game for years.

“Come along and ride on the fantastic voyage.” I couldn’t help but sing along to the sounds of my childhood. Seeing friends of old and new in the rink made me feel at home again. Not like good old nostalgia to make you feel at peace.

“Is that Jimmy and Trinity? The franchise let them have a break before the big match? That’s new.” Destiny got my attention by noticing two old friends of mine from the past.

I was a trainer for WWE in Orlando, years ago. I have met the past; present and the future of the company come in and out of those doors. It was a tremendous job to have right out of college, that I will forever cherish. I’ve grown close to most of everyone from all rosters. I left due to some personal reasons.

“Yeah it is. Let’s go say hi.” Maneuvering through the busy crowd I tapped the glow queen herself, and was met with an excited squeal. Thus rewarded with a loving hug with just enough force.

“Gege! It’s am so glad to see you. How’ve you been girl?” Upon giving Destiny and Cynthia their hugs as well, Jimmy and Jey both hugged us all in a group hug.

“I’ve been well, about to be blessed with a divorce soon.” Taking a swig of my Angry Orchard Rośe, I heard Trinity chuckle.

“You finally went through with it. Proud of you little sis.” Jimmy commended me, with Jey nodding in agreement.

“Thanks Uce, It’s been a long time coming too. Trust and believe me, Dede and Cyn are throwing me a divorce party. What better city to do it in, than Atlanta?” You better believe I was looking forward to that party. Nothing was going to keep me away from it.

“You know I’ll be there. Even if I have to drag Jimmy with me.” Trinity nugged her husband, who was in a deep conversation with his twin over which food is better: bacon double cheeseburger vs mozzarella sticks.

“Huh? Uh yeah Atlanta seems cool.”

“That’s funny because last time I remember, you weren’t going for my good sis to move to the ATL.” I arched a brow in mock curiosity, causing Jimmy to blush a tad.

“At first I was but then I realize she needs a lot of family around no matter what. Plus Georgia and Florida ain’t far, so we came to an agreement.” Placing a kiss on how wife’s head, made all of us smile in pure joy.

“Y’all are sickeningly cute. Let’s go skate, I gotta get my groove on.” Lacing up my white skates, the ones with the hot pink wheels, and neon green laces on them, I saw a pair of Jordan’s come into view.

“Well well well, look who showed up.” Leaning against the table, giving a glance over

“Couldn’t stand my cousin up now could I?” Michael  showed his pearly white teeth, before giving me a hug. Looking up behind him I see Florian in all his glory.

His tight black v-neck shirt; with matching jeans and red polo sneakers just made him irresistible. His hair and beard were clean cut, and what set it off was his gold link chain around his neck. If I’m being completely honest here y’all, at some point I plan on yanking on that gotdamn chain and-

“Hello gorgeous.” His deep voice broke my inner thoughts and just melted my insides. Making my body feel all warm and giddy. This man does things to me already.

“Well hello there handsome. I see my cousin let you come out and roll with the big dogs huh?” Smirking a bit as I skated around him on the rubber glow in the dark floor.

“Actually he didn’t want to come, I dragged him. He wanted to stay in all day and watch Netflix.” The way he laughed was even a magical tone. Like you could be hugged by a velvet blanket, by a cozy fire in the middle of winter.

“Oh? Damn Baraki, you don’t wanna spend time with ya cousin? I’m hurt.”

“I’m here aren’t I? Besides, had to break out my skates from retirement and help Florian buy his from Amazon. Turns out, the dude here owns a pair, without my knowing” He shrugged and stuck his tongue out at me when I flipped him off. Feeling glad that the rink had given us the party section to have us somewhat away from fans. Yet a few had asked for pictures, and I didn’t mind taking them for them.

“Yeah yeah. Anyway, Florian do you know how to skate?” I asked gently.

“Little bit. Haven’t had the time to in a while, just been training more often.” His reply was honest and sincere. Man why isn’t her dating anybody already?

“Oh really? Well I wouldn’t mind teaching you a bit.” The slight bite on my bottom lip, caused Florian to smirk at me before taking a sip of his Heineken.

“I’m sure you could.” He mumbled just enough for me to hear, letting me hold his beer so her could tie his skates up.

His arms bulged with every movement, a vein popped a few times and it just made my body hum in desire and need. That was until I felt my phone vibrated, I gave him back his beer, and watched as he skated with Michael over to the Dj booth. Checking my phone for a few updates from friends and fans of my work, I received a message from Cassie that she had arrived.

Cassie was also another childhood friend of  mine who had no issue with telling you how it is. Knowing that she moved back to the city as well, made it all better for me to have friends. My phone buzzed again, letting me know a message came again. This time I was worried. Re-reading the message, I felt my face scrunch in confusion.

Cassie: Uh Geneva don’t be alarmed but a certain blonde walked in.

What was she talking about? Responding as fast as I could, I looked around the section and saw nothing.

Me: who?

Looking at Trinity, who nodded her head in the front direction of the rink.

Trinity: she devil

Me: oh fuck

The she devil in question, was another former trainee of mine at the facility back in 2016, when I had started. She is one of the major causes of my divorce; Mandy Rose. I don’t see what the WWE universe sees in her anyway. All the while I know what I did see; Jake’s dick in her in our bed.

“Watch my back.” I told the girls, and they all looked towards where I was skating at. They soon followed me when they knew immediately where I was going. The memories came flooding back.

I haven’t spoken to Mandy sinch I quit. It was around April of last year, Wrestlemania season, when everything went down and I had filed for divorce 2 weeks later. That was the final nail in the coffin of my marriage with Jake, and I couldn’t take it anymore. With all the blatant disrespect; the awkward silences when I asked him about the finances of our joint accounts; the secret rendezvous he’d have coming home late, the high expense charges and the lying.

I thought he was different from all the others but that was lie, a bold face lie. We got married right after graduation, in 2014, two years later I started working in Orlando. The first full year on the job I introduced Jake to Mandy. It had been a whirlwind to work for WWE with my medical degree, to make sure the superstars were in tip top shape. With the constant bickering, physical altercations and accusations he threw at me, about sleeping with one of my coworkers I had to put out marriage on pause that same year.

A year of separation had put my mind into perspective and think about what I wanted out of this marriage. We had agreed to meet up at our house, I was staying at Cynthia’s at that time, for dinner to catch up. I still had a key to the condo, it was in my name, and I looked all over the house for him. What do I see walking up the stairs? Mandy riding Jake like no tomorrow. He tried to save his ass by running away from me, as I waved my steel bat at him. Mandy was long gone and laughing by then.

Putting in my resignation was hard but I had to do it. Now more than ever, I was focused on me and only me. Moving back home to New York was just the beginning. During the first few months, filing for divorce, I did go on a few dates. Only a few guys came home with me, none of them satisfied the itch I craved. Maybe Florian could be the one to fix that.

Trying not to fall while skating through the crowd, I made it to the group that just came in. Sonja Deville sported me quick and pulled me into a tight embrace. The death glare I set straight towards Mandy could be picked out of a much bigger crowd.

“Geneva! It’s been too long. How’ve you been?”

Keeping my composure I returned Sonja’s gesture.

“I’ve been well, been well. Working on my personal trainor thing, keeping the lights on. I’m always busy, plus going back to school so yeah.”

I made it my priority, to keep my bond strong with Sonja, after I left the company. When I told the MMA fighter about the scene I witnessed, she couldn’t fathom it either. She promised to keep an eye out on Mandy for me as well.

She was one of the first people, besides my crew of course, to message me about the sly matching posts on Instagram, between Florian and I. She wished us nothing but luck and invite her to the wedding in the future.

“I hear ya. I hear ya. Just to let you know, I did keep- ah hell.” An exaggerated sigh escaped Sonja’s lips, causing my face to contort in confusion.

“Uh something wrong?” I asked curiously, seeing her visibly gulp.

“Want me to be honest?”

“I expect nothing from a woman who kicked my ass in practice back in Orlando.” Earning a soft chuckle from her, she sighed and turned me around to the scene.

“That little bitch.” The growl that erupted in the back of my throat, made Sonja go wide eyed.

“Geneva-”

Before she could even finish that sentence, a let my anger skate me towards Florian. I was already attached to him and I didn’t want Mandy to ruin that for me. She was touching all over him; feeling him up, touching his face, shoving her silicone bean bags in his face and just being her trashy self. The look of discomfort shown on his face, but soon shifted once I came into view.

“Hey Florian, ready to go skate?” I intervened so fast, that you could see steam coming out of Mandy’s ears.

“Well lookie here, It’s the hag. Listen honey, he doesn’t want to skate with the likes of you. He’s having fun talking to me. Isn’t that right Florian?” Moving her hand on his chest, you could see the disagreeable expression on his face. Upon removing her hand from his chest, he stood by me and I felt my body temperature erupt in euphoria and triumph, as if I had won.

“Well I was here to skate with Geneva and her friends.”

Mandy sneered at me with her fake lips and tosses her bleach blonde hair.

“Fine, but this isn’t over Geneva. May the best woman win. Oh and Florian, I’ll catch you later.” Being the snake that she is, she leaned up on her tippy toes and placed a kiss on his cheek, before leaving with her friends. I wanted to claw at her face so bad, yet I’m surprised Florian held me back.

“It’s Genevieve to you.” I gritted through my teeth.

You see, lately I’ve been talking to Florian about myself, opening up a bit more, getting to know one another better and such. I had mentioned Mandy in the conversation, how she was one of the causes of my divorce, and how she tried to one up everyone. He knew her through a friend of theirs, they chatted and had a night together.

Although she got too clingy for  him after that and it’s not in him to just let a woman go after a night, but he needed to be away from her. By the time this all transpired, it was before his practice scenes for Creed. That’s when I met him on set a month later.

“I’m sorry that happened Geneva. Nor did I know she was coming either.” He tried to sooth and keep me calm. I had never been consoled by another man who wasn’t my father or my brothers.

Glancing up at Florian I saw hope; dedication and devotion. Some qualities I loved in any man, but this man here was something else. Collecting myself together, I took a breather and skated away from him on to the rink floor.

“It’s all good Flo.” The way I said his nickname, caused his face to heat up in embarrassment. The action caused his sweet smile to appear as he leaned against the rock wall, watching me groove to the music in place for a bit. He was entranced by just a little movement.

“So I hear that you’re, Queen of skating huh?”

“Maybe so. If you can keep up with me during this song or the next I’ll go on that date.”

“Wait wait, for real?” He arched a brow, as I nodded.

“Foreal. I’ll go on a date with you if you can keep up.” Sending off a wink before I skated off to the jumping sounds of reggae music. Moving my hips to the rhythm, I kept eye contact with him as I move to the beat.

My hips have a mind of their own, as I float across the floor and take off my jacket. I managed to hand it to Cynthia as I skated around to hand it to her and I kept going. I always felt at home here, it was never a dull moment.

Upon hearing the song change over, to Rock the Boat by the ever so great Aaliyah,I felt a pair of strong hands grace my hips. I didn’t think he’d catch up to me.

“Guess who?” His warm voice graced my left ear, and sent chills through my body, as we grooved to the music in sync. Moving my hips on instinct against him, rolling in tandem with his hands around the rink.

“So Flo got rhythm. So tell me, how do you know how to skate?”

“A movie you mentioned, that was your favorite. May have picked up a few pointers.” Grabbing my hand on cue, he twirled me around before bring me back to his strong, broad chest. I stand corrected, I was in heaven.

“You watched Roll Bounce? And you listened to me too.”

“And I’ve been skating since I was 10. So that’s just a bonus.”

Dancing on him with the music changing, made the tension grow hotter and more sensual. Lost Without You started playing and I followed Florian’s movement this time around. Hearing his gentle voice singing in my ear once more, I began to sing along with him. I haven’t felt this much emotion in so long, I’m starting to feel like this was meant to happen. The smooth gentle rocking, made me feel like I was floating. We were floating. I felt safe in his arms more than I thought. I could feel his rigid muscles through his shirt on my back, making me hold back a moan.

I know he could feel the connection as well. The grip on my hips told me otherwise. Placing my hands on top of his, I laced our fingers together before turning to skate backwards.

“White boy got some moves. I like it, you can keep up with me.” He twirled me around a bit before holding me against his chest again. I leaned my head back to look up at him a little, just to place a kiss on his chin.

“That’s not all I can do.” The deep baritone bass of his throat made me want to jump his bones right then and there.

“Oh I bet.” I teased him back by rotating my ass against him, earning a low growl to erupt from his chest. Gege can play too Flo.

The Dj let everyone know that it was time to roll out, and to drive safely. Rolling off the floor, we met up with our group and planned the next move of action to extend the night. The rink was starting to close up soon, so we all met in the parking lot.

“Girl we saw you and Florian getting down like an old southern couple.” Cynthia nugged me, giving me a sly look.

“Y’all were doing the damn thing.” Destiny winked and caused me to laugh a bit.

Cassie high fives me before heading to her car.

“Geneva, I’ll catch you later this week aight? Gotta get up for work in the morning. I’ll see if I can bring Josephine to the meeting.”

Sending her my love my regards, I placed my skates in the back of my Range Rover.

“So y’all good for some bar hopping? I know this great spot along the jersey shore.” Ryan mentioned while looking up the directions.

“I can’t. I have class in the morning and a test, I need to be sober for. Sorry guys.” Gently replying I smiled up at the crew before shrugging.

“Dang maybe next time. Oh what about our monthly couples game night? How about Monday, Geneva’s?” Destiny suggested as she headed towards her Jeep renegade.

“Couples game night? Sounds intriguing, I’m in. I’ll bring Johari, you in Florian?” An enthusiastic Michael was all anyone could handle.

Glancing over at me, he smirked gently.

“Yeah I’m down. Geneva, I’ll pick you up tomorrow from class for our date. See y’all around.” Placing a kiss on my cheek, I sighed heavily and bit my lip. This man was gonna be the death of me. The action caused him to chuckle adorably.

“Deal. See you tomorrow Flo.” Kissing his cheek, I saw his face heat up again. Seeing him walk away with my cousin, I let out a soft groan.

“Girl, you are sprung.” Cynthia smirked at me while Destiny let out a gut busting laugh.

“She got it bad.” Destiny couldn’t help herself.

“I will say this; I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him leave. His ass is sculpted like a god.” I fanned myself in the process.

Hugging my friends goodbye, before getting into my car and driving home, I glanced down at the sound of my phone going off. Glancing down for a split second, I saw the notification. I had received a text message from Florian.

Making it home safely I got ready for my shower and for bed; tying down the massive mess of my 4c curls in a silk scarf, I finally read the message. Leaning against my room door, I read it over and over again, feeling all giddy.

Florian:

Can’t wait for tomorrow night gorgeous. I promise it’ll be worth it. You deserve the best and I plan on delivering. Sweet dreams my queen.

This man knew how to charm his way through anything. Getting back on track, I kept staring at the message. I had to reply and not be rude. So I kept it short and sweet, yet tasteful.

Me:

Looking forward to what you have in store handsome.

“Damn Florian. My heart is yernin for ya love..” singing gently to myself before getting into the shower, I felt powerful. Maybe this is my chance to finally be happy. To finally be free from my chains of the past. This whole turning over a new leaf thing, won’t be so bad after all.

[huffletiika]

home’s where the heart is (pt.2)

So well, this is the second part from Day 1 AU, and I know it have been a long ride since that day, but well... I needed to find the perfect prompt for this one. 

This is going to be my last OS for Lutteo Ficweek, since tomorrow I will publish a new chapter from my Gastina AU, that I know has taken me a long time to update, but I’ve been very busy these days, traveling and stuff.

Thanks to Mandy @deliverychicafresa for proof reading this one, and for giving me ideas for this particular prompt, because it wouldn’t be the same without her comments and suggestions, even if some of them were made as a joke at first.

Day 7: “It’s very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, really.” || Word count: 4.5k

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He stared at the wall that divided their rooms as if in this way he could see her through it. Not in the creepy stalker way, though. He just needed to make sure she was alright. Because she had been acting weird lately, weirder than ever he meant. She avoided him all the time and replied with monosyllables or simple gestures to everything he said to her, even to the teasing. Especially to the teasing. It had him shook. Did he offend her in any way? His best friend said that he was sometimes a little too much to handle, and not in a good way, so maybe that’s what happened, maybe she got tired of him.

And that hurt, more than he thought something could hurt him. No girl had had that effect in him, no girl mattered him that much, so he couldn’t handle having her so close, and at the same time so out of his reach, anymore.

He swore under his breath, closing his laptop with a frustrated gasp. He couldn’t continue working on his essay for his minor grade in astrophysics when every time he read the word moon he couldn’t help but thinking about her. Maybe he said something that offended her, or was it about what had happened on the kitchen the other night? Maybe that was the thing that annoyed her. He had let his emotions control his actions, and almost crossed a boundary she might not want to cross, or at least, not that fast, as he sensed in her actions that she wanted that kiss as much as he did.

With resolution he stood up from his desk. He would go there, knock on her door, tell her they needed to talk, and then spill the biggest speech about how important she was for him and how sorry he was for making her feel mad or uncomfortable in any way, so things could back to normal between them, because her evasive maneuvers were killing him.

That resolution, however, faded away as soon as he stood in front of her door and raised his fist to knock. What would he say? He should have prepared his speech, something structured and yet sincere to let her know how important she was for him, how she had changed his life, and that he didn’t want her to stay away from him. Yeah, he had to rush back to his room and write something. Writing wasn’t hard for him, as he does that for his songs all the time.

But then he heard a loud noise, similar to a blow, coming from the other side of the door, which was followed by an exclamation of pain, so he opened it and rushed inside the room without hesitation, finding Luna sitting on the floor, wincing and rubbing her knee with both her hands.

“Luna, are you okay?” He asked, kneeling besides her. “What happened?” He took her hands away from her knee, to find out for himself if she was hurt, noticing that she shivered at his touch.

“I’m fine,” she replied. “I just slipped and fell on the floor, I do that all the time, but you already know that.” She tried to get up, but he stopped her with his firm hand on her leg.

“You’re hurt,” he stated, and her gaze went down to her knee, to find some bright red dots that started to sprout from her sore skin. “Come on, I'm going to help you sit on the bed, and then I'll bring something to clean the wound.” He moved closer to try help her stand, but she pulled away again.

“It’s just a scratch, don’t exag– Ouch!” She had tried to make her point by stretching her sore leg, but the pain ended her argument. He rolled his eyes.

“Can I help you now?” He asked, his voice sounding a bit annoyed, while getting up. “I don’t know what I did to make you so mad, but at least let me help you with this.” He held his hand in her direction, and she finally gave up, so he helped her to stand up.

He left the room to look for the first aid kit before she could say any word, but somehow he felt her stare on his back while walking away, and it was like a burning iron pressed against his nape.

It didn’t take him too long to find it, his mother was a very organized person, so it had been in the same place since he was a child. Luna looked like she hadn’t moved a single muscle since he left, and didn’t say a word as he sat next to her, opening the kit.

“I’m not mad at you,” she said, suddenly. He turned his gaze away from the wound he was cleaning, to her face, his gaze filled with surprise.

“Then, why are you avoiding me?” He asked.

“I just–” she hesitated. “I don’t know how to explain this.” She finally said, looking down at her own hands entwined in his lap.

“Just tell me what comes to your mind,” he suggested, leaving aside the implements with which he was healing her wound.

“Ok, but don’t freak out,” she turned around to face him, and he smiled to reassure her, as she looked nervous. She looked cute being nervous, though. “I just feel like we have this kind of chemistry, like we are physically attracted to each other, like what happened in the kitchen the other day, when we almost… you know.”

“When we almost kissed?” He finished her sentence.

“Yeah, that.” She sighed, trying to encourage herself. “What I’m trying to say is that I can’t help but feel this attraction towards you, I really like you… but that’s not right, I’m living in your house, you are part of my host family, and your parents! What would they think about me? They allowed me to stay and live in their house, and here I am, taking advantage of the situation, almost having made out sessions in their kitchen with their son. That’s why I’m avoiding you, because I tried to fight this and I can’t, so the only solution I found was to keep my distance.” She concludes, and a cocky smile appeared on his face.

“So, you can’t resist me.” He teased her, without being able to avoid it.

“Matteo, please. This is serious.” She wasn’t looking very pleased with his response, he realized. But he had spent so many days without being able to tease her, that it came out without even thinking.

“Sorry, so you seriously can’t resist me?” He continued teasing. She lost her patience, throwing a pillow to his face, making him giggle.

“Matteo!” She complained, and he finally decided to leave the jokes aside.

“Okay, I understand this is serious for you,” he explained. “But you’re telling me that I’ve been worried all these days, trying to figure out what I did wrong, when you were doing all this because you like me too much, and you’re afraid of what my parents would think if they knew about it, and that’s ridiculous. First of all, if my parents ever come to think that one of us is taking advantage of the situation that would be me, not you, Piccola. You need about twenty centimeters more of height to be threatening. Second, they would never kick you out of the house for something like that. They like you, even more than their own son, so surely they are planning to call your parents and trade me with you.”

She laughed, and he smiled triumphant.

“And third of all,” he added, leaning closer. “I like you too.” Matteo couldn't help but wonder if Luna's heart was beating as fast as his, or if she was feeling anything akin to the hot fire of desire that had settled in his chest, but was afraid of asking and spoiling the moment.

“Matteo, I–” he heard her whisper, and shook his head.

“Sh... it’s okay,” He asked, caressing her face. “You have no idea how much I wanted to do this.” No, she had no idea how hard it had been looking at her and remembering their moment in the kitchen, seeing her bit her lips and wishing those were his teeth, she didn’t know what a nightmare it was to leave his bedroom in the morning and smell the scent of her perfume in the hallway, bringing back memories about that short instant when he got to inhale it deeply from its owner’s skin. No, she wasn’t aware of the effect she had on him. She closed her eyes, heavily breathing.

“But your parents, they will–” she got to mumble, until he brushed her lips with his.

“I will talk to them, ok? Don’t worry about that,” he reassured her, rubbing their noises. “Now, could you please stop talking and let me properly kiss you?” he asked, and she laughed giving him her consent by softly nodding.

He yanked her to him with his hand on her nape, and covered her mouth with his in a hungry kiss. It felt like the 4th of July on his chest, like glory, like he had never known how it felt to kiss a girl before kissing Luna Valente. She responded immediately, with an equal effort to his, and that gave him the courage to deepen the kiss. She moaned against his lips and brought her whole body closer to him in response, and he took the opportunity to surround her waist with his arms and bring her against his chest, as if he could keep her there for the rest of their lives.

Eventually they slowly broke apart, their bodies still pressed against each other’s, and their eyes closed as if they were afraid of opening them and finding out it was just a dream.

“Wow…” she said. He smiled.

“Same,” he responded, and opened his eyes to get lost on the deep green of hers. He still felt the side effects of that kiss on his body, his fast heart rate, the difficulties for breathing, and inevitable dumbness, as if he had just woken up after the longest trance. And she was looking at him in a new way he couldn’t describe, her pupils were brighter than ever, there was a soft pink covering her cheeks, and her half-open lips were inviting him to kiss her again. And so he did.

He had fallen for her, he knew that long ago, even if he tried to convince himself that it was just something physical at first. His life had changed since the moment they bumped into each other in the airport, since she went to live in his house, and even if he knew that one day she was going to go back to her country, he just couldn’t help being attracted to her.

“It’s very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate, really.” He murmured on her lips, when they parted away for the second time, trying to make a joke. She pulled her face away, and looked at him in confusion.

“Why?” She asked, and he shrugged.

“Because eventually you will leave, and that will break my heart,” he replied, with no remorse in his voice, because having her for a little of time was better than not having her at all. “Don’t worry, Piccola, I’ll be fine.” He would deal with his own broken heart later, now he just wanted to enjoy these moments with her, nothing else.

She looked at him with panic on her face, as if she had never thought about that before, when for him the deadline of her stay at his home has been present in his thoughts on most of his nights.  

“Don– don’t fall in love with me,” she asked him with sadness, her eyes filling with tears, which he quickly wiped away with his thumbs.

“I think it’s a little too late for me, Piccola,” he put their faces close again, and smiled at her. “But it’s okay, I’m a big boy. I can handle a broken heart,” he caressed her cheeks with his hand. “And you still can save yourself if you want.” She put her hands on his, staring at his eyes.

“It’s too late for me as well,” she replied, and then leaned to kiss him again.

He had talked with his parents, and it was the most awkward thing he had ever done, because he never talked to them about girls and stuff like that, but he had promised Luna he would do it and so he did. His dad had been diplomatically calm about it. They weren’t really close, as his father had wanted him to follow his steps in diplomacy, and Matteo had decided to make his mayor in musical production, but they understood each other very well, so his father was able to see right away that he wasn’t just messing around, that he was serious about his feelings for her. His mother, on the other hand, was more worried about it. What would Luna’s parents think about it? She was a guest in their house, they spent a lot of time alone there, so the couple could think that he had taken advantage of her and the situation.

Matteo had to reassure her a couple of times that it hasn’t been what had happened, that they couldn’t avoid feeling that way about each other even if they tried, and she finally got to understand. But there had to be rules while they were inside the house, and he gladly accepted all of them, just to be able to be together with Luna.

They had broken all of them, but his mom didn’t have to know that.

In that moment they were in his bedroom, they had decided to hang out there, watch a movie together, but she had fallen asleep at some moment so he just turned off the movie and put his laptop on his lap to start working on a composition he had to present for his mayor, using the headphones to avoid making any noise and waking her up.

This was a song he had been working on for a while, almost since the beginning of the semester, but it had to be perfect as it was the one he was going to present for his final. At some point he had been blocked with it, around the time she was avoiding him to be exact, but as soon as they started to be together it was like if all his blocks had evaporated. He had never been so creative, like he had found his very own muse, as his best friend liked to point out every time he mentioned said phenomenon in front of him.

He spent what felt like hours going again and again over a piece of the song, listening it again and again, making some changes, until he felt her moving by his side and looked sideways just to find her staring at him with an amused expression. He took of his headphones and looked at her with curiosity.

“What’s so amusing?” He asked, and she smiled.

“You,” she answered, “I didn’t know you wore glasses. Finally I found another flaw of you, besides of being a snob, of course…” she teased, and he laughed.

“I only wear them so that my eyesight won’t tire when I have to work on the computer for a long time, Piccola, that’s not a flaw,” he shrugged. “And I take it from the way you are looking at me that I look even better with glasses.”

“How did I end up falling in love with such a snob?” She asked in feigned disbelief, with her cheeks turning pink.

“I’m just that irresistible, Luna,” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes, but he didn’t let her reply to his comment, as his lips found hers right away. She kissed him back immediately, forgetting about their previous conversation, and pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt.

After a while, she broke the kiss laughing, and playfully bit his lip. “You’re impossible, Chico Fresa,” she said, with her voice full of joy. “Now, let me put this away,” she then added, taking his laptop off from his lap and leaving it on his nightstand, taking its previous placement. There would be no way for him to complain about his current situation.

“Are you taking advantage of me, Piccola?” He teased, and she looked down to him with a bright smile, her hair falling both sides of her face. She looked happy, full of life, and that made him feel as if nothing bad could ever happen in the world.

She didn’t follow the game. “If there would be any possibility of me staying here in Italy, would you tell me to take it?” she asked from one moment to another, confusing him.

“Is there any?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

“Answer my question,” she insisted.

He sighed. “Only if that’s what you want to do,” he finally said, looking fondly into her eyes. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Why you are asking me that?” He insisted, and she shook her head.

“It’s nothing,” She bit her lip, and if that was a distraction maneuver, it worked very well. “Right now, I just want to have a made out session with my boyfriend before his parents arrive home, is that too much to ask?” she asked, suggestively. He smiled widely.

“Who are you, and what did you do with my Piccola?” He asked, and she just tilted her face in response. “Ok, let me take these off,” Matteo took his hand to his glasses to remove them, but she stopped him.

“No, they will stay right where they are,” she ordered.

He was going to do a really great comment about her having a fetish for glasses, he really was, but right in that moment her lips found his and he decided the joke was not worth spoiling the moment, so he just send it to the archive of good jokes to use in future occasions, and put his hands on her face to keep her closer, kissing her back with equal desire, to seize the time they had before his parents arrived.

There goes one broken rule.

He got home late that night. His best friend had invited him to go watch the game with him on his house, and he couldn’t say no, he had already done that dozens of times to spend his afternoons with Luna.

The first thing he noticed while opening the front door were the kitchen lights on, so he walked there thinking her mom had stayed up waiting for him to arrive, finding his girlfriend instead, looking for something to eat in the refrigerator. He leaned against the door frame and stared at her without her noticing.

“You didn’t have to wait for me awake,” he said. She jumped.

“Matteo, you scared me!” she said, resting her hand on her chest.

He laughed. “Sorry, I didn’t know I was so ugly,” he joked, and then walked into the kitchen. “What are you doing awake so late, anyway? I thought you would be already sleeping at this hour,” he added, leaning to leave a kiss on her forehead.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she confessed and shrugged when he asked why. “I– I have something to show you.” She said, and went to the counter, taking a manila folder he hadn’t noticed that was above it, handing it over to him. “Read this,” she asked, and so he did.

«Signorina Luna Valente» He read, calmly, taking a seat on one of the high chairs next to the counter. «Abbiamo il piacere di informarvi che avete i requisiti necessari per essere beneficiato con una borsa di studio per proseguire gli studi all'università…» He stopped reading, and read those words and those that followed again and again, before looking at her in disbelief, not sure about what he should say about these news, too shocked to think coherently.

“This– When did–?” For the first time ever Matteo Balsano was speechless. “This says that you applied for a scholarship to stay here studying in Italy, when did you–” He was still speechless.

“Do you remember the day when I asked you if you would tell me to take the opportunity to stay if it was offered to me? Well, it has been offered, and I applied.” She answered, with a soft smile, approaching his hand, and interlacing their fingers.

“And you got it.” He was still looking at the paper, not her.

“Yeah, I got it.” No response from him, he was still in shock. She did that because of him? What about her family and the amazing people she was always talking about? Her best friend who had a band and played on her favorite café all Saturdays? The shy girl she was good friends with and who talked with her about books and stuff she didn’t even understand? Was she going to leave all of that behind for him? He couldn’t let her do that, he wouldn’t forgive himself for doing so, for keeping her away from those she loved. “Aren’t you happy?” she asked, confused, when she didn’t get the response she was expecting.

“I am, but–” He sighed.

“Don’t you want me to stay?” Her voice sounded very sad, and he finally looked up to her, tightening the grip of their hands, reassuring her that’s not what he meant.

“You know I do,” he said.

“Then what’s wrong?” she asked, and he filled his lungs before putting his thoughts into words.

“I want you to stay more than anything in the world, but at the same time, I don’t want you to do this just because you want to be with me. It’s your future after all… and you already miss your family, and your friends, how could I keep you away from them? I would hate to be years away from my family and friends.” He rubbed his neck with his free hand. She bit her lip, and then smiled.

“That’s a very Chico Fresa thing to say.” She rolled her eyes. “Not everything is about you, snob.” Her smile let him know she was just teasing, so he smiled at her as well. “Yes, on the one hand there are my family, my friends, and I am not so fond of being so far away from them for so long. But, on the other hand, staying with you could be the best thing to ever happen to me,” she stopped him with a movement of her hand before he could say anything, so he would let her finish. “And not only that, the scholarship is something that I never thought that could happen to me, an unique opportunity I was afraid to apply for just because I hadn’t find anything here that made feel at home, but you do that, you make me feel at home.”  

“Luna…” he whispered, moved by her words.

“I feel at home when I’m with you, Matteo,” she muttered. “Yes, I would like to go back to my country and spend time with my family and friends. I miss them a lot. But, is that really my home? Isn’t your home the place where your heart is?” she caressed his face with one of her hands. “My heart is here with you, so this place is home now. I’m at home.” He felt his heart speeding up. He was feeling so many things for her, he didn’t know how to express them, and so he just leaned for a soft kiss across the kitchen counter that she gladly responded to.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked with his lips over hers and she smiled.

“More than sure,” she gave him a small peck on his lips.

“What about your family and friends? Are they okay with your decision?” He rubbed their noses, and she smiled. “Have you talked with them?”

“Are you trying to make me change my mind?” she teased.

“No, I’m just making sure they are not hating me right now for keeping you away from them for more than three years,” he murmured, and she caressed his face.

“They will miss me, but they understand this is what I want, so they support me.” She looked at him with her green eyes filled with enthusiasm, and he couldn’t help but feel enthusiastic as well. “And they don’t hate you… but Simon, my best friend, asked me to tell you that if you break my heart he would take the first flight here and hunt you down,” she told him, and he laughed.

“I’m pretty sure those weren’t his words.”

She made a grimace. “No, those weren’t his exact words.” They both laughed. “I will also have to find a place to stay, I can’t stay with your parents…”

“My mom would let you.” He was sure about that.

“But I don’t want to be a load for your family for three whole years, and this scholarship has nothing to do with the Host Family program, it wouldn’t be fair to them if I stayed here. They would pay for the cost of a room, I just need to find someone who is looking for a roommate, and that’s it, we could still meet around.” He smiled widely.

“Well, I’m looking for a roommate,” he said, suggestively.

“Matteo, I’m serious. I can’t stay in this house for that long.”

“No, I’m not talking about here,” he shook his head. “I was considering moving into a place on my own at the beginning of the year, but I changed my mind because… well, I just decided to stay around for a while,” the real reason had a name and a beautiful pair of green eyes, and was staying at the room next to his on his parent’s place. The truth is, he had forgotten he wanted to move since the moment they bumped into each other at the airport. “But I’m pretty sure I will need a new place for the next semester, and a roommate would be much help to pay the rent,” he shrugged.  

She bit her lip, “I will think about it,” she finally replied within a couple of minutes.

“Does that mean yes or no?” He had never been a patient person.

“It means I’m going to think about it,” Luna laughed and gave him a peck on his lips. “Now I have to sleep, see you tomorrow,” she added, taking her letter and making her way up the stairs, and he looked at her until she disappeared from his field of vision. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but right there, in that exact moment, he couldn’t be happier.

[erin1023]

Always

Ok so I’m new to the whole fanfic scene but I came across a bunch of the chmergess fanfics on here and I’ve read them all. So I’d figure I’d give a shot at writing one. I’m gonna apologize in advance but I’m a sucker for detail so I’m going back to after season 21 and the whole Paul breakup and start from there to get in as many Chmergess moment as possible. (also remember none of this is entirely real just pieced I’ve picked up from social media and created in my head).

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(Scene- Early December 2015 in DWTS studio as the cast is doing some last minute prep for the “Dancing With The Stars: Live” Tour)

Sharna grabbed a water and sat down in the nearest chair. She grabbed her phone out of her bag, might as well check her social media accounts while they had a bit of a break. She looked at her phone and noticed a missed call and 2 text messages from Woo telling her to call her. Her heart immediately sank into her stomach, it was 10 am in LA which meant it was 4 am back in Australia. The last time she talked to her Dad he told her the doctors said Nan didn’t have much longer left, Sharna knew Nan had lived a full life but she didn’t think she was ready to say Goodbye just yet.

She could feel tears well in her eyes, she took a deep steadying breath and got up to go find a quiet room to call her mom back. She was so focused on keeping herself calm she wasn’t paying attention and walked smack into Val.

“Woah there” he said quickly grabbing her by the arms so she didn’t fall.

“sorry” she mumbled.

 “Shar, are you ok?” he asked “you look pale”.

 She looked up at him and Val could see the tears pooling in her eyes

 He quickly pulled her into the nearest room “babe what’s wrong?” he asked.

 “W .. W.. Woo called” she stuttered “told me to call her back as soon as I could, its 4 am back home. I’m ..”

 Val immediately grabbed her into a hug he knew what the doctors had told them about Nan “It’ll be okay, do you want me to go get Peta?” he asked.

She shook her head “I just wanna get it over with, will you stay with me while I call?”.

 “Of course” he led her over toward the steps and sat down putting his arm around her shoulder.

 Sharna held her breath as she dialed, luckily Woo answered immediately. “Sharna honey, I’ve got great news they found your dad a kidney!” Woo exclaimed.

 With that all the emotions Sharna had been holding in for the past 5 minutes escaped and she began sobbing. Val had heard what Woo said and pulled Sharna in even tighter resting his chin on her head while she finished the conversation.

 Sharna hung up and sighed in relief, she let Val hug her for just a bit longer to comfort her than she looked up at him.

 “Thank you for being there for me Babe” she said.

 “Always” he replied, “so when are you going to leave?” he asked.

 Sharna shrugged. “I don’t know, I really think I should go but I have so much going on in the next few weeks, we leave for tour soon, and there’s Sway, and Paul wanted me to help him with some changes he wants to make to the Choreography for the Pro-Bowl, and …”

 Val grabbed her hands “I’m not telling you what to do but its family Sharna. We can re-block for Sway, and you can miss a few stops on tour, and if Paul needs help anyone of us will lend a hand, you only get one set of Parents and I know you well enough to know that if heaven’s for bid something happened during that surgery you would never forgive yourself. Plus you would get to spend some time with you Nan. Just promise me you’ll at least think about it” he said.

 Sharna sighed, she knew Val was right “I don’t have to think about it your right, I guess I’ll go find Mandy and the producers” she looked at him “will you talk to Maks about Sway, he’s been extra stressed about it. Tell him I’m really sor“-

 Val interrupted her “Maks will understand, Family over everything, Always”.

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OK guys I’m gonna stop here I was gonna put the next part I wrote about Sharna & Paul’s break-up but I think it needs its own Chapter. Sorry for the quickness but I wanna build up the friendship and moments in the story before I delve completely into the Chmergess romance but I promise it will come

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"Darling..."

Glancing up from your book, you shot your lover a confused look, head tilted slightly as you asked,

"Yes, my love?"

Doflamingo sat at his desk, one cheek smooshed into his palm while his other hand lazily twirled red wine in his glass. Even through his pink shades, you could feel his stare on you, heavy and tired.

"... Come."

You gently placed your book aside on the couch before hopping up and nearly floating over to him, sliding up next to him with a worried expression. You ran a hand over his short hair before cupping his free cheek as best you could, thumb just brushing under his shades as you murmur lovingly,

"What's on your mind, Doffy?"

He said nothing for a moment, simply placing his wine glass down and scooping you into his lap, giving only a curt hum as you curled into his chest. One hand pressed gently to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your cheek as the other dug into his feathered coat, clinging to him tightly.

"I love you," You murmured softly only to receive another grunt in response. You frowned and tugged on his coat, tilting your head up to brush your nose under his jawline.

"I said, I love you," You tried again, your tone a little harsher than you meant for it to be. Doflamingo tightened his grip around you, almost crushing you to his body, but still he did not respond. Anxiety washed over you as you sat up a bit in his lap, pulling yourself from his tight grip to reach up and hold his face in your hand, tilting his head so he was looking down at you properly.

You frowned deeply at the empty expression on your lovers face.

"... Doflamingo-"

"If something happens to me, would you run?"

You froze at his question, confusion and worry seeping into your expression as you somehow got out,

"W-what?"

His grip tightened on you again, his tone dark as he repeated,

"If something happens to me... would you run?"

He didn't let you respond, instead grasping the lower part of your face in an almost too tight grip as he crashed his lips into yours.

He only pulled away to rasp out,

"You will never be touched by another man, you understand? You are mine, forever, no matter the cost,"

You nodded feverishly, tears welling in your eyes as you clung to him like a lifeline.

"I love you, Doflamingo," you murmured, trying to blink back the rushing tears. His grip tightened slightly on your chin, his expression unreadable to you, even as he took your mouth one again. There was desperation in his kiss, his touch possessive and anxious, which was strange.

Never had he been like this, not in the few years you'd been by his side.

For him to be acting like this, something was wrong, very wrong.

When you both pulled away to breathe, you looked up at him with wide, watery eyes as you gently asked,

"What's going on?"

He said nothing for a moment, simply clinging to you as he rose from his chair, taking the few long steps to leave his office and stride into his bedroom next door. He kicked the door shut and locked it before marching to his huge bed and hopping into it, his body curled over top of yours as he gently lowered you to the bed.

You simply stared up at him as he shed his clothes, watching with worried eyes as his naked form overtook yours once again. Your hands held his face as he came over you, towering over your frame like a castle, protecting you from the vicious, outside world.

He hated this feeling that crept over his skin like a parasite, sucking and biting at him and making him feel like he couldn't protect you.

Him, of all people.

His hands worked fast to strip you bare, warm palms brushing over your skin as if you were a priceless piece of art, a one of a kind artifact that couldn't ever be replaced. He didn't even register how his breathing shook, his hands wavering as his mind raced, thinking thoughts that could come to pass if he were to fail.

Seeing an image of you in his mind, breathless and needy under another man, Doflamingo suddenly felt a rush of rage and possessiveness and he flipped you over, smooshing your face into his soft pillows as he wrenched your hips up. He gave you no prep, your cunt soaked and eager for him as he began to press into you, ignoring the muffled wails of you begging him to stop. After a few presses, he pulled you flush to him, his head falling back with a groan as your ass met his pelvis, his thick cock filling you to the brim.

He could feel how you shook under his massive hands, his ego inflating at knowing he'd be the only man to fill you like this, to love you like this, to own you like this. He almost cackled as he finally began fucking you, one of his hands leaving your hips to tightly grip your hair and yank your head up.

No longer muffled, your sobs echoed in his room as you whined his name over and over, begging him to stop until it turned into begging him to keep going. His strings tied around your hair, keeping your head where he wanted as his hand moved to cradle your lower stomach, a wicked grin on his lips as he felt himself penetrate you over and over.

"Precious little pet," he spat out, feeling himself already close to the edge as he fucked into you like you were his personal pocket pussy. His eyes screwed shut behind his shades as you moaned for him, because of him, and only him.

"That's right darling, my lovely pet..."

He stills as your hand moved from the bed to cover over his on your stomach, your fingers intertwining with his. Even as you quietly sobbed, you still clung to him so lovingly and it infuriated him.

Rage overtook him and he ruthlessly pounded into you, both his hands back on your hips, clutching to the point that he could see bruising beginning to mar your beautiful skin. With a final harsh thrust, he fell over the edge, painting your cunt in his Heavenly colours, reveling in the way your pussy clenched and throbbed around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper.

After a few moments, he pulled himself from you, practically discarding you on his bed as he moved to his on suite washroom, cleaning himself up before bringing over a warm cloth, holding it in his hands as he looked down at you.

The way you shook, the tears staining your face, and yet you still stared up at him like he was the most beautiful man you'd ever laid your eyes on. Something tugged on his mangled and ruined heart, and he sighed heavily.

"... you're so foolish," he bit out, crawling onto the bed beside you as he slowly rubbed the wet cloth over your skin. You only grinned in response, your breathing shaky and uneven to the point you couldn't speak quite yet. He rolled his eyes, though a small smirk covered his lips.

"To love me is to die. Are you willing to die, Y/N?"

Your hand shot out and gripped around his wrist, the strength from you surprising him slightly. Your eyes were dark, watching him with genuine intention as you bit back,

"Why do you always ask me that? Why do you assume my answer will change?"

The Heavenly Demon faltered for a moment, his skin feeling prickly under your gaze. He frowned in response before ripping his wrist from your grasp and returning to cleaning you.

He blinks and suddenly he's on his back, your body on top of his with your palms pressed into the bed on either side of his head. Your nearly nose to nose with him, an almost angry look on your face as you reach up and rip his shades from his face.

You do nothing but stare into his eyes, unafraid and unwavering. Irritation and slight shock rest in his eyes as he stares back, waiting for you to say something before he decides your punishment.

"I won't die for you."

Doflamingo freezes at your words. He snarls, his hands tightly gripping around your thighs as he goes to respond but is cut off by you covering his mouth with a quick palm.

"But I will live for you."

Doflamingo only blinks in response.

"Anyone can die for you, Doflamingo. Any goddamn person off the fucking street can die for you, but me? I'm the only one who would walk across a fire for you. I'm the only one who would bring down entire countries for you. I'm the ONLY ONE who would lay myself bare for you, over and over, ripping open my rib cage for you to live inside."

Rage washed over you as you finally bit out,

"Stop asking if I would die for you. Ask if I would live for you, no matter the cost."

You pulled your hand from his mouth, still face to face with him as you wait for his response. One of his strings tugs around your throat, pressing into your flesh and cutting into it, though you make no sound.

"... I could kill you and no one would miss you," he replied thickly, biting back the urge to rip your head from your body then and there. Your response only angered him further.

"You would miss me. Don't even try to lie."

You bent down and pressed your lips to his, ignoring the pain of his string digging into your throat, feeling your blood drip down onto him. Surprisingly, he kissed you back, one of his hands holding the back of your head as his fingers tangled into your hair. When you both pulled back, he stared up with a wicked grin on his face,

"Prove it then, that you would live for me."

Your expression mirrored his as you moved backwards down his body until your leaking cunt was resting on his erect tip, a breathless chuckle leaving you as you purred out,

"Anything for you, my love."

[mandiemegatron]

Eee!! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I'm excited ur taking requests!! Would you be able to do a cute n fluffy little killer x reader? Say... A soft intimate moment alone; maybe something about how big his hands are, and the way they would so perfectly wrap around the one he loves so safely, so securely. 🫣 You know, hands that can kill yet choose so be so gentle. 💕

HI CIN BABBYYY !!! Thank you SO much for asking for something Killer, I've been wanting to write something for him for ages and now you've given me a reason to 😭😭😭🤲🤲🤲

I hope this is okay !! Thank you for everything, love you and hope you enjoy !! 🤭🤭💖💖

『 𝙸𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 』

𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙶/𝙽 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚃 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝.

No beta, we die like men 💪

It never ceased to amaze you how gentle Killer was with you.

Hands that could rip a man's head clean from his body held you with the utmost tenderness, the power in his grip never more than what you could handle.

Watching him crush pirates left and right with a cheerful cackle always sent shivers over your skin, sometimes distracting you from your own fight as you sliced men down.

It was the moments at night that reminded you just how gentle this giant could be, cradling your body to his as if you were made of porcelain. You weren't small or dainty; you were hardy and fit in your own way, your skin scarred and full of stretch marks, but every time, Killer would trace your flesh with the softest touch.

You'd had to beg him many times while being intimate for him to let loose, to let his inhibitions run wild as he devoured you whole, but he never gave in, always clenching his teeth and hissing through them as he made love to you. He would bury his face in your neck, breathing you in and murmuring promises of protecting you and loving you for the rest of his life.

Tonight was no different.

Breathing heavily, you laid half on his body, your face smushed into his chest as he held you to him almost too tight, one of his hands wrapped around your bark and arms, keeping you to him while the other ran thick fingers through your hair. You traced idle shapes over his massive chest with a tired hand, watching with half lidded eyes as he moved his hand from your hair to lift your hand to his lips, pressing kiss after kiss to your skin.

“Kil…”

There's a soft hum from the man, his mind still wandering as he continues to kiss your hand.

“... Killer.”

Finally, he gives you a side-eyed glance for less than a moment before letting his eyes close again.

“Yes, my love?”

You frown slightly, shifting your body so you're resting over top of him, your face hovering over his as you stare him down. His arm moves from your shoulder to your waist as he tries to fight the slow grin that rises but is unable to, giving a dramatic sigh as he snaps his eyes open to give you a mocking look in return.

"Yes?” He presses again, raising an eyebrow at the expression on your face. You continue to stare down at him for a few moments before finally asking,

“Why are you so afraid to get rough with me?”

Killer freezes under you, his eyes slowly reopening to stare up at you as his thoughts begin to race. His mouth opens to respond, but nothing comes out, just a mildly choked sound that barely escapes his throat.

You tilt your head slightly, brows furrowing as you continue,

“Do you think you'll hurt me or something?”

“Of course I do.”

His response nearly cuts you off, worry and anxiety laced in his words as you stare at each other. You felt your heart sink slowly as you murmur sadly,

“... do you think I'm weak?”

Killer sits up so fast that he almost flings you off him, if not for his grip around your waist. You give a sound of surprise, clinging to his shoulders as he sits you in his naked lap.

“Never in a million years would I think so lowly of you,” he barely gets out, holding your hips tightly in his massive hands, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your flesh. “Never would I think that you're weak. I just…”

You wait patiently for him to keep going, your hands slowly rubbing up and down his forearms tenderly.

“... I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

You hummed softly at his words, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his as you asked,

“Not even if I wanted you to hurt me?”

He pulled away to gawk at you, horrified conviction across his face as he snapped,

"Are you insane? What kind of person would want that?"

You shrugged, glancing to the side before murmuring,

“I would, if it's you. I trust you,” You looked back to him as you continued, “I love you, but you act like I'm made of glass, as if you'd shatter me into a million pieces if you fucked me too hard.”

Killer simply stares, blinking a few times as he mulled over your words. You took his silence as rejection, giving a soft sigh as you tried to reason with him.

“I love you, regardless. I just… I don't know, sometimes I just… want more. I love being with you, and being intimate with you is something I'll never take for granted, I just wish you trusted yourself the way I trust you.”

Killer remains silent, his hands still caressing your hips as he takes in your plea. He gives a heavy sigh before leaning in and capturing your lips in his, only pulling away to murmur,

“I love you.”

You gave him a warm smile in return, kissing him back and clinging to him as he wraps you in his arms, your bare front pressing into his.

“... maybe one day,” he murmurs into your throat, pressing a few kisses to your neck as his hands run up and down your back lovingly.

You grin into his shoulder, humming in agreement as you comment softly,

“Maybe one day.”

[mandiemegatron]

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ᴱᵘˢᵗᵃˢˢ ᴷⁱᵈ ˣ ᶜᶦˢ!ᶠᵉᵐ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ: ꜱᴀᴅ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐀 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥!! 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 🤭🤭💖💖💖💖 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 - 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐌𝐅𝐀𝐎𝐎 😭😭😭😂😂😂 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒! 𝐀 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞!!

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐨, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧! 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞! 🤭💖

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One year, three months and fourteen days.

Shaking, furious hands pushed clothing and important items into a duffle bag, heart broken tears streaming down your face as you bit back sobs of anger.

One year, three months and fourteen days.

You could feel Killers eyes staring into your barely contained, rage filled form, smartly staying silent as he watched you pack. After a few moments though, he gently sighed out,

“... I won't make excuses for him.”

You almost snarled at him as you whipped around, the expression on your face causing the long haired man to take a step back in caution. He held his hands up as a white flag, not wanting to be on the receiving end of your wrath.

“Then don't.”

One year, three months and fourteen days.

You tried to block out everything as you walked past Killer, slinging the large bag over your shoulder easily. You broke into silent, angry tears again as you walked past the Captains door, unable to unhear the sounds of pleasure that rang out from inside.

Your heart shattered just a little more as another woman's voice called out his name, causing you to kick his door in a rush of rage before you stomped upstairs and out onto the deck of the Victoria.

Walking past a confused Wire and Heat, the two men sharing a joint and a look with each other as they watched you hop off the ship and onto dry land, surprised you wouldn't even look back when they called your name.

One year, three months and fourteen days.

The first tavern you came across, you walked in with your head down and sat at the bar. You grabbed a couple beris from your pocket and sighed a thanks as the bartender slid you a beer, an almost pitied look on his face.

“You alright, girlie?”

You frowned and sighed for a moment before giving him a slow nod, taking a long glup from the glass before asking,

“You know if any place near here has any rooms for overnight stays? I'm lookin’ to stay on dry land for a while.”

He hummed to himself before calling out a name. A soft, older woman came around from the back, a confused look on her face as the man repeated your question to her in another language. She then nodded and spoke softly to him, throwing you a gentle look before motioning for you to follow her.

“She'll getcha set up. You'll be alright here.”

You gave the man a grateful nod, chugging back the rest of your beer before tossing a few extra beri on the counter for him, and enough for a few nights stay in the room.

“I'm truly thankful.”

You slid off the stool and went to follow the woman, only stopping for a moment to throw over your shoulder,

“If anyone asks, you never saw me.”

The man laughed and replied, “Saw who?” before going back to wiping down the counter. You nodded to yourself with a small smile before following the woman up a set of stairs hidden behind a barely noticeable wooden door.

You must have looked confused because a soft voice came from the woman as she explained,

“You not the first. You not the last.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as tears stung your eyes. You didn't like how she read you a little too well.

Opening the last door on the left, she led you into a cozy but warm room, fitted with a single bed, a fireplace, a table and chair and a small bathtub in the far corner.

“You be safe here.”

She sat you down on the bed, letting your bag drop to the floor with a dull thud. Lifting your face in her aged palms, she gently moved your face from left to right before giving a soft nod. Reaching into one of her apron pockets, she placed a small vial into your hand with a gentle smile.

“Put in bath. You sleep.”

You sniffled and nodded as you replied softly,

“Thank you so much.”

She nodded again and patted your head with a chuckle before moving away from you, humming to herself and she shut the door behind her. The second the door shut, you broke down, your heart shattering into tiny pieces in your chest.

You lifted the pillow to your face and screamed into it, sobbing and wailing into the fabric, thankful for the muffled music and chatter going on downstairs. You hoped no one could hear how loud your heart was breaking.

One year, three months and fourteen days.

That was how long you were worth something to Eustass Kid.

It felt like hours had passed, spent sobbing into the warm pillow until your eyes burned and your throat was sore. The chatter had gotten louder but at this point, you didn't care. You were sure no sleep would come to you tonight.

“Y/N!”

You frowned as the muffled sound of your name met your ears, Eustass’ furious voice shattering through the night like a gun brought to a knife fight. You curled into yourself, pressing your form into the corner of the bed as your name rattled off the small window.

“Damn it, Y/N! Answer me!”

You pressed your palms to your ears with eyes squeezed shut, fighting back the urge to call for him; for him to collect you into his arms, for him to apologize and tell you that you're the only one he needed-

Only silence.

You sobbed tearlessly, ignoring the way your heart lurched into your throat, the feeling of nausea washing over you like a rogue wave.

You hated this.

You hated him.

You waited for what, again, felt like hours. Your name never hit your ears again after that, even as the sun rose above the buildings and trees and filled your room with a gentle warmth. You didn't dare move from your spot, almost frozen in despair, even as night fell once again.

For three days, you only moved to use the washroom across the hall, almost sprinting back into your room, worried someone would spot you. Anxiety crept over you like a sticky blanket, stinking to your skin and making you feel like you were stuck in mud. You slowly munched on whatever food you'd grabbed from the Victoria on your way out, your meager meal lasting you longer than you thought.

“I hope this works,” you moan to yourself as you filled the bath, a lazy hand creating ripples over the top of the water. Your other hand tipped the small vial into the bath, the scent of rosemary, lavender and peaches filling your senses. You sighed softly, a small smile washing over your face for the first time in ages.

You quickly stripped and settled in, throwing a quick glance at the door to make sure the chair was stuck under the knob. No one was getting in without you knowing.

Taking a deep breath, you sunk under the steaming water and stayed under, letting the fragrant water cover you entirely. Your mind was blank, empty as you counted in your head until your lungs began to burn.

You resurfaced with a gasp, a shaky hand pushing back soaked hair from your face and you groaned softly to yourself as a warmth flooded over your insides. You rested in the tub until the water got cold, only removing your depressed and exhausted form from the tub once night fell once more.

Dressed in simple pajamas, you sat in front of the fireplace with your blanket wrapped around you. A half eaten apple sat beside you with a glass of water, the last of your food from the ship filling you with sadness more than satiating your hunger.

You huffed to yourself and wrapped your arms around your legs, your chin resting on your knees as you watched the fire crackle and pop. Strangely, your mind was empty, no raging thoughts running rampant or suffocating you into tears. While the change was welcome, you were almost terrified of falling asleep only to wake up back on the ship.

Slowly, you removed your covered body from the floor to glance out the window towards the port from the side, the blanket covering your head to obscure most of your face just in case anyone from the ship was looking for you.

Your heart dropped through the floor when you saw the empty port, the Victoria Punk gone from sight.

You let the blanket fell from your grasp as bitter tears filled your eyes, your mouth falling open in a silent wail as you fell to the ground, your cold palms pressing into your face as you sobbed. The sound of patrons partying downstairs overtook the sound of your heart shattering.

Your exhausted body fell to the side, your eyes rolling back as the shock took over, knocking you out cold. Your head bounced off the wooden floor as you hit it, your form sprawled out almost carelessly.

It was four days before you woke up again.

Bright lights pierced through your eyelids to the point it pulled you from the darkness. You breathed out a low groan, a tired hand moving up to rub at your face as your eyes slowly blinked open. Your gaze met metal, then hospital equipment. It moved over the slate metal room with confusion, taking in the room slowly.

You slowly sat up with a grunt, wincing as you gently grasped the left side of your head with a slightly shaky hand. Your fingertips met soft bandages and you couldn't stop the confused “Huh?” that escaped your lips.

“I wouldn't move too much.”

You jumped at the low voice, turning your head too quickly and giving yourself whiplash. You groaned again and held your head in both hands, breathing through your nose softly to fight back the nausea that rose in the back of your throat.

“Tsk,”

Two soft but firm hands gripped your shoulders and gently began to push you back down into the bed. You pulled your hands away and your brows furrowed as your eyes met two bright amber eyes, soft, sun-kissed skin and a spotted hat.

“Are you deaf? I just said-”

“Who are you?”

The man paused at your question, taking your face in before resuming in moving you to lay back down. You allowed him to move you, your eyes still confused and wary even as he moved back a little.

“I'm … a doctor.”

When you rose a suspicious eyebrow, he stood a little straighter with a thin-lipped frown, almost glaring down at you as he continued,

“I saved your life. The least you could do is say ‘thank you’.”

You sighed through your nose and gave him a slight nod, barely getting out,

“Thank you.”

He huffed and crossed his arms, running a tattooed hand over his scruff before he asked,

“Are you a pirate? Your belongings tell me you belong to a crew, but I'd like to make sure.”

Tears sprung to your eyes and you looked away, glaring up at the metal ceiling as you bit out,

“I thought I was, once.”

The tattooed man shifted on his feet, his gaze never leaving you as he questioned,

“What's that supposed to mean?”

You scoffed with a bitter laugh before you retorted with a snark,

“Let's just say Eustass Kid is a fucking twat.”

The man paused again before a wide grin cracked his face, the expression almost unfitting on his face as he suddenly began to laugh. You whipped your head to the side to stare at him, your teary eyes wide and confused as you barked out,

“What's so goddamn funny?!”

The man cackled to himself, a hand covering his face as he chuckled into his palm. It took a moment, but once he composed himself, he snarked back in a mocking tone,

“I could have told you that.”

You flinched at his words, blinking back angry tears as you glared back up at the ceiling. The man then sighed heavily, moving closer to the bed before leaning over you so you were face to face.

“Seems to me that I have a perfect way for you to repay your debt.”

An almost cocky, thrilled look washed over the man's face as he leaned back with a comment of,

“My name is Trafalgar Law, and you are on my ship.”

Your blood turned to ice.

You'd heard Eustass talk shit about this guy many times, how he was psycho and would rip up his opponents in a flash and without remorse.

The Surgeon of Death.

You steeled your expression and bit back in a returning mocking tone,

“I'm not scared of you, Captain.”

Law grinned devilishly down at you as he nearly purred out,

“Oh darling, you should be.”

“Are you sure-”

“Stop fucking asking me that goddamn question, Kil.”

Killer bristled at Kid's tone, glaring at his captain from behind his mask. Large arms crossed over an even larger chest, an air of worry and anger danced around the First Mate, unable to stop thinking about if you were safe or not.

“... She made her fucking choice.”

Killer frowned, sighing to himself as he shook his head slightly.

“I think you made it for her.”

The blonde man knew he hit a nerve when his best friend didn't respond. Killer turned his head to glance at Kid and he sighed again when the red head didn't move.

Eustass Kid simply glared forward, his gaze dark and heart heavy as he locked it back up, feeling like a goddamn fool for thinking you'd stick around. Kid knew he made some stupid mistakes but this one cost him dearly.

It was a long while before Eustass spoke again, the only words the man could mutter out fell on deaf ears on the silent and empty deck.

“... I think I fucked up, Y/N.”

Eustass leaned back in his chair with a deep-set frown, flesh and metal arm crossed over each other as he stared out at the glassy sea.

It was a few days before he spoke again, demanding everyone on board forget your name. Anything you left behind was thrown overboard, sinking to the bottom of the sea without a second thought.

After that, it was like you had never lived on the Victoria in the first place.

Though, some nights, if anyone crept into Kid's room quietly enough, they'd find him tossing and turning, one of your shirts tightly gripped in his large hand. It stopped smelling like you ages ago, but Kid couldn't find it in him to part with it.

There was more than one war going on within Eustass Kid's life, though this one, he'd have to fight on his own.

And everytime he woke up to an empty bed, he knew…

He had lost.

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𝕋𝕠 𝔹𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕

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A/N : Hello once again my lovelies !!! This is a tasty lil treat for my love @kaizokuniichan who asked me to write up something for our lover, Rosinante. I think this is the LONGEST piece I've ever written, I just had so much fun, I couldn't stop writing!!! I hope you enjoy babe, he loves you so much! He's gunna smooch you so hard! 🥰🥰🤭🤭

Doflamingo had taken you in after you saved Baby 5's young life, putting yourself in harms way to save the child and coming out from the fight nearly unscathed. The small girl had clung to you like a lifeline and refused to let go when you went to hand her off. Doflamingo had laughed, the sound echoing in your ears, but it didn't frighten you, only able to give him a bright smile when he offered you a place on his ship.

When Corazon suddenly showed up, you swore the tension could have been sliced with a butterknife, watching the two brothers stare each other down until Doflamingo relented, pulling his younger brother into a tight hug while exclaiming, "My brother has returned!" There was a celebration that night, the Donquixote Pirates always finding some reason to drink and party.

You listened absent-mindedly as Diamante insulted the brother, your eyes taking the slightly shorter Donquixote, curious of the man. Your cheeks burned when his eyes met yours, smoke from his cigarette floating up and slightly obscuring his view, which gave you the chance to walk away, heading down to the kitchen to make up a snack.

You had just finished your snack when footsteps alerted you; your eyes flicking up from the book in front of you to the younger brother standing at the door, a slightly apprehensive look on his face as he took you in. You gave a small smile and a wave, which he returned after a moment, which caused you to chuckle softly.

"I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you."

He walked over and sat scross from you pulling out a notebook and scribbling something down, sliding the notebook to you with a small grin. You were gentle with the book, fingers brushing over the page as you read the words.

You can call me Corazon, the pleasure is mine.

Your cheeks tinted pink as you slid the notebook back, unable to keep the small smile off your face as you began to sign, the movements a little clunky from disuse.

/Do you sign? It might be easier to communicate./

His eyes lit up like a light and a wide grin replaced the small one, giving you two thumbs up before responding in a flurry of signs.

/I do! I've only met one other person who could sign, this is definitely easier-/

You cut him off with a laugh, the sound causing him to falter as a light blush covered his own cheeks.

"You're going too fast, Cora-san, I can't keep up like that."

He repeated his movements but much slower this time, your head nodding slightly before you replied,

/Much better, that's much easier to follow. Thank you!/

His grin returned and you knew then that you could enjoy his company anytime.

~ A few months later ~

Walking through the newest town you'd stopped at, Baby 5 at your heels as she chattered about how excited she was to find a new dress. You smiled down at the girl and turned to your bodyguard for the day, laughing at the sour look on Corazons face.

"You know, we would have been just fine. You didn't have to come with us, Cora-san."

He sighed through his nose and signed,

/Doflamingo said I had to. Apparently you're important to him./

Your cheeks burned at the thought of your Captain calling you important, though you quickly frowned and gave Corazons arm a slap. He flinched at the feeling, giving you a matching frown and blowing smoke down at you.

"Not me, her. She's important, I'm expendable."

His face changed at your words, quickly signing out something but you turned from him, not caring what he had to say at that moment.

"I don't have a devil fruit, I'm not nobility, I'm nothing special. Doflamingo can find a child caretaker anywhere, I'm just..."

You gave a shrug, arms crossing over your chest as you keep your eyes peeled for the store you and Baby 5 looked at the day prior.

"I'm just convenient."

There was silence between the three of you until the store came into view, the small girl giving an excited shriek as she ran towards it. You shouted after her, running and catching up to her easily, snatching her up in your arms with a loud laugh that matched her own.

Corazon watched the sight with a heavy heart, knowing the Donquixote Pirates was no place for your kindness and love. Watching you care for Baby 5 hurt him, knowing his job was to keep kids from joining this ruined crew and his failure hung over him like a storm cloud. His hands jammed into his pants pockets as he strolled towards the store, following you both in and standing off to the side.

He shrugged off the whispers from surrounding people, his eyes trained on you and you only, watching as you held Baby 5 on your hip while you scoured the racks for good deals. He couldn't help but smile softly, his eyes soft and warm as yours met his. Your cheeks tinted pink, snapping your head back to the rack as the small girl pulled a cute dress from the rack.

"Great choice," he heard you respond, your voice light and happy.

Corazon's eyes moved from you two to outside, simply people watching and keeping his alert high just in case. He jumped when a heavy hand met his shoulder, ready to grab his pistol when his brother suddenly leaned into his vision, a low sigh leaving him as he shook his head. Doflamingo cackled, giving his brother a slight shake.

"Ah brother, don't be so bitter! It's not my fault you're not paying attention."

Corazon glared for a moment before clapping a hand on Doflamingos' own shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze before turning your attention back to you. Doflamingo gave a low chuckle, his attention also on you as you laughed at whatever Baby 5 had said.

"She's something else, isn't she."

Corazon was shocked at the words from his brother, eyebrows shooting up as he turned back to him. He titled his head slightly, motioning for Doflamingo to continue. The elder brother simply sighed and gave Corazons shoulder a squeeze of his own before letting it fall.

"If you have to ask, then you wouldn't understand."

Corazon turned back to you before giving his brother a nod. He did understand, but he wouldn't let his brother know that.

The two brothers watched you almost dance around the store, a small collection of dresses for the girl in your free arm as you finally went to go pay. Gathering the bag, you placed Baby 5 down and thanked the vendor, leading the girl out and smiling beautifully at the two brothers as you passed them.

There was a moment of silence between the Donquixotes, before Doflamingo finally murmured out,

"... That's what I meant."

He followed after you, leaving Corazon to lean outside the store. His heart clenched as Doflamingo laid a hand on the top of your head, your head turning to look up at him and Corazon felt something snap as you smiled lovingly up at his brother. He hated how suave his brother was and how dirty he played, watching you fall into his hands like easy prey. You didn't deserve the pain his brother would give you, treating you like a fly stuck in a spiders web.

Corazon decided then that he would do everything in his power to get you out.

That night, the crew had taken over a tavern, drinking it dry and eating everything available, the poor owner having no choice but to sit back and watch the Donquixotes rip his livelihood apart for their own amusement. You sat between the brothers, an old logbook in your hands that you'd stolen from the local bookstore, making marks and little ticks in the book to anything you thought important.

"While I admire your dedication, I really wish you'd relax."

You jumped at the sudden voice, looking up at your Captain with a wide grin and a laugh as you reply,

"This is me relaxing."

Doflamingo gave a cackle, his head tilting back as the sound echoed to the ceiling. Your cheeks burned, thinking he was making fun of you, but when he looked back to you, his hand went under your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact. His thumb ran over your lower lip as he replied lightly,

"I could show you how to really relax, if you'd like."

Your eyes stared into the rose tinted glasses, rendered mute for a moment until you laughed nervously, pulling your face from his grasp.

"Maybe next time."

You remove yourself from between the brothers as you gather your book, waving them off as you said your good nights, making your way to the rooms upstairs. You checked the kids first, sighing softly with a small smile as Baby 5, Buffalo and Dellinger rested, oblivious to the party raging downstairs.

Closing the door, you turned and jumped, fist raised and ready to attack as you took in a shadow, giving an irritated grunt as Corazon stepped out from the darkness.

/You okay?/

You gave a soft "Tsk," and lowered your fist, straightening yourself before signing back,

/You scared the shit out of me./

He immediately signed back,

/I'm so sorry./

You gave a soft sigh and nodded, rubbing a tired hand over your face.

"It's okay, I'm just... on edge."

Corazon tilted his head curiously, motioning for you to continue so you grabbed his hand, pulling him to your room and closing the door behind you after pushing him in.

You rested your forehead against the door before turning and looking at him, your eyes sad and expression nervous as you asked,

"Can I trust you?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap as he threw a long leg over the other. He stared you down for a long moment before giving a solid nod, his own expression determined.

You placed your book on the small dresser and walked to him, sitting beside him and staring out the open window. You were silent for a while, gathering strength to be honest with the younger Donquixote.

"... I think I want to leave."

Your voice was so soft that Corazon wasn't sure he heard you properly. One of his hands met your back and gave it a gentle rub as your face collapsed into your palms. His heart broke as a soft sob left you, your shoulders shaking as you bit back more tears.

"I think I bit off way more than I could chew and now I'm fucked."

While you sobbed into your hands, you took no notice of his other hand moving outwards almost lazily, a soft murmur coming from him but you didn't hear, too in your emotions to pay attention to anything else.

"... calm..."

A soft blue barrier washed over you two, a feeling of a breeze washing over your skin, causing you to lift your face from your palms in confusion. You turned to Corazon as he lifted his hand from your back and signed to you,

/... can I trust you?/

You gently reached out and took his hand in both of yours, thumbs brushing over the back of his as you gave a solid nod of your own. He took a shaky breath before responding in a low voice,

"... you don't deserve this."

You froze, eyes wide as your breath hitched in your throat. He... spoke.

He spoke.

He spoke.

He spoke.

Your mind ran on that one thought for a moment, heart pounding in your chest as your eyes finally met his once again, clear anxiousness written across his face as he waited for you to say something, anything.

"You..."

Tears welled in your eyes again as you finally choked out,

"Cora-san... help me."

You're pulled into his lap, his strong arms tight around you as your face buries into his neck. One of his hands cradles the back of your head while the other rubs over your back, his own eyes prickling with tears as he holds you to him.

"I'm so sorry you got caught up in Doflamingos insanity. You are too good for him."

You clung to Corazon like a moth to an open flame, his velvety voice washing over your skin and warming you from the inside out. After a while, you pulled away, wiping at your face as you murmured,

"I'm so sorry, how embarrassing-"

Your voice faltered as he cups your face, thumbs brushing away left over tears as his eyes bored into yours.

"Never apologize for being honest."

Your eyes searched his, your hands moving to his chest and lightly gripping around his shirt. Slowly, your faces moved closer, his nose brushing against yours as your breath mingled, lips so close-

There was an explosion of light outside the window, pulling both of your attention to it. The smell of smoke met your nose and you gasped, looking back to Corazon with a worried expression. Hopping off his lap, you ran to the window and groaned at the sight, seeing the building across from the tavern now decimated and in ruins, flames licking the sky. Doflamingo stood before it, his arms raised as he cackled maliciously to the sky. There was no sound which confused you, your head turning to question Corazon when suddenly it returned, Doflamingos laugh chilling you to the bone. It mingled with the crackle of the fire, your arms wrapping around yourself as you took in the sight.

"God damn," you breathed out, stepping back from the window and jumping when your back met Corazons stomach. You looked up at him and your brows furrowed nervously as you took in his expression, his emotions screaming out of his face as he took in the sight.

"Your brother is fucking terrifying, Corazon."

He looked down at you when you spoke, a deep frown on his lip as he gave you a slow nod, raising a hand to sign,

/He is./

You frowned, confused as you whispered out,

"... Are you mute or not?"

He shook his head sadly, running a nervous hand through his hair under his hat before signing,

/I'm mute for my own safety./

You turned and wrapped your arms around him, worry eating away at your heart as his own arms caged you to him.

"... Are you in danger, Cora-san?"

There was silence between you, and you squeezed him slightly, your face pressed against his sternum as he wrote Y E S on your back with a finger. Your own fingers clenched around his shirt, giving a soft sigh of relief as silence rested over you both once more. You pulled back to look up at him and asked,

"You have a devil fruit?"

He nodded slowly, his eyes still watching the chaos outside the window.

"You have to promise me you won't say anything."

Your expression steeled as you confirmed confidently,

"I'd die before saying anything."

His eyes snapped to you, his face breaking as he looked down at you. A large hand cupped your face and you leaned into it, one of your hands moving to press against the back of his own.

"Now I need you to promise you won't die for me."

You couldn't help but laugh, eyes tearing up as you pressed a kiss to his palm before you joked back,

"No promises, Cora-san."

No longer having the strength to keep watching his brothers madness, he took you away from the window, sitting back on the bed and returning you to his lap. Your legs caged his waist, hands on his shoulders as his own brushed over your hips. You shivered under his touch, both your cheeks burning bright red as your eyes met.

You made the first move, pressing a quick but gentle kiss to the side of his lips, smiling to yourself at the small gasp that left him. His lips chased yours as you slowly pulled back, brushing your nose against his as your lips barely touched. A soft moan escaped you and his fingers twitched, digging into your flesh as he finally captured your mouth, a delicious mound growing under you which you lovingly ground against.

Corazons breath caught in his chest as he kissed you, unable to form any thought as his hands met your ass, pressing you down against him to relieve the pressure of his cock straining in his pants. You moaned again, the sound muffled by his lips as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip. You gave him entrance and a low groan reverberated in his chest, his fingers gripping your ass cheeks as you felt your panties become soaked from your warmth.

His lips left yours to trail over your neck, your head falling back as his lips and teeth teased your flesh, your hips grinding against him almost desperately as one of his hands crawled up your shirt. His massive hand took a breast into it, his deft fingers twisting and teasing a perky nipple, grinning into your skin as you moaned his name.

"I could listen to that all day," he breathed out against your neck before leaving a hickey, his tongue licking over the bruising once he was pleased with it. He took in your breathless look for a moment, pleased with himself as he murmured down to you deliciously,

"Can I be selfish? Can I have you tonight?"

Your hands immediately went to his button-up, ripping at the fabric and pushing it from his shoulders. He gave a pleased laugh, capturing your wrists to stop you as he kissed you again, a little softer than before as he murmured,

"Say yes."

You kissed him back for a moment before brushing your nose along his cheek, your lips right by his ear as you whispered with a beg,

"Please fuck me, Cora-san."

The man's brain malfunctioned, a choked sound leaving him as his hands tightened around your wrists, a desperate need snapping in him. You blinked and your back was against the bed, Corazon towering over you as his hands ripped off your clothes, your own hands tearing at his belt and pants.

Once you were naked under him, his hands teased over your skin, his eyes taking in every inch of you as if committing your body to his memory. He wanted to capture everything, every little moan, every twitch your body gave - he wanted it all.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured as his fingers danced over your soaked cunt, grinning to himself as your hips twitched towards them, a fleeting whine leaving your lips as he pulled them away.

"Please, Cora-san, please, I need you -"

Your voice cracked as he pressed a finger until you, your eyes rolling back as a filthy whimper left you. He quickly added a second, slowly beginning to stretch you as he pumped in and out, your pussy squeezing around his fingers to the point he sucked a hiss in through his teeth, his other hand gripping his massive cock through his undies for a moment before caging over you again. You almost blacked out as he added a third, stretching you more than you'd ever been before, and your hand met his wrist, tears pricking your eyes.

"Too much, love?"

His eyes were so kind, so loving as he looked down at you, tears spilling from your own as you gave a small shake of your head.

"I... I just need... a second..."

When you were ready, you gave a nod and moved against his hand, moaning deliciously as the fire returned, pleasure overtaking the pain as he finger fucked you into the mattress. You were so close, praise babbling past your lips as your eyes bored into his own. His cheeks were bright red, lipstick smeared on his face and you assumed your own, a hand cupping his cheek as you cried,

"I'm so close, I'm so close, God please Cora-san, please, I'm gunna cum, I'm-"

His lips devoured yours as he pistoned into you, your breasts bouncing slightly at the ferocity. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, nails digging into his back as you spilled over the edge, almost sobbing into the kiss as you gushed over his fingers, squirting over and over and staining the bedsheets. He let you ride your orgasm out entirely, leaving his fingers inside your soaked cunt until he knew you were coming down. Pulling them from you, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked them clean, moaning at how sweet you tasted.

If he died tomorrow, he knew he would die a happy man, just from your taste alone.

"... that was so beautiful," he choked out as your tired hands pulled at his boxers, fingers dipping into the waistband and brushing against his incredibly large cock. He gave a shuddering moan at the feeling, pulling his undies down and kicking them off before situating himself between your legs, precum pooling at the tip of his cock and dripping onto your mound. You shivered at the feeling, the wet slick chilling you as a breeze swept into the room.

You both stared each other down, your gazes similar as he leaned down to capture your lips once again. His tip pressed into you, and you whined with a hiss, pulling back from the kiss to look up at him. One of his hands tenderly holds your face as he slowly presses into you, guilt seeping into his skin as he watches your face scrunch in pain.

"Do you-"

You glare up at him as best you can as you bite out,

"Don't you dare stop."

Something in him snaps, and he fills you in one thrust, groaning loudly at how tight you are as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Your eyes roll back and you arch off the bed, the tip of his cock assaulting your insides as you try to relax and adjust to his massive size.

"Such a good girl, you're so good for me," he praises you softly as he slowly pulls out and presses back into you just as slow. It takes only a moment for the pleasure to overtake the pain and you pant, giving him a begging look as you cry out,

"Harder!"

His hips immediately snap into yours, pulling a choked sound from you as he begins to fuck you, his head thrown back as he moans to the ceiling. His hands are rough on your hips, fingers digging into your skin to the point it bruises. You watch your stomach grow everytime he thrusts into you, his cock overfilling you and pushing you beyond the divides of pleasure that you've ever felt.

He suddenly cages over you, one hand moving from your hips to roughly grab your face, an almost dark look in his eyes as he watches you with blown pupils.

"You gunna cum for me?"

You moan shakily at his words, the thread inside you threatening to snap once again as he continues to rearrange your organs.

"I ask you a question."

He stops moving and you cry out, tears stinging your eyes again as your hips try to fuck against him to no avail.

"Yes baby, yes, please make me cum, make me yours, make me cum baby, please-"

Five deep and possessive thrusts is all it took for you to scream out, sobbing out his name as he fucks a second orgasm out of you, his hips stuttering and losing his rythym as he follows you over the edge, choking out your name as his forehead meets yours. You feel his cock twitch inside you, his seed spilling out and joining your stains as he lazily thrusted, chasing the butterfly kisses of pleasure as his lips press against yours.

You both hold each other, kisses and soft breaths exchanged as tears rush out of your eyes. You flinched as something wet hits your cheeks, and you can't bite back the sob that leaves you as you take in Corazons own teary-eyed face. Your hands cup his face, and you kiss him over and over, your legs still wrapped around his waist as if he'd disappear the second you let go.

"Y/N,"

His voice was so soft, his throat wrecked from his moans and sobbing.

"D-did you mean it?"

You wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand, brows furrowed slightly in confusion as he chokes on his words, his cheeks bright red as he somehow gets out,

"... make you mine?"

Your own face burned bright red and you nodded, pursing your lips into a tight line for a moment before responding,

"Y-yeah."

Tears roll down his face like a waterfall, his face scrunched as he sobs,

"Really?"

You can't help but laugh lightly, your hands taking his face as your thumbs wipe away the never-ending onslaught of tears. You gave him a genuine, loving smile as you replied,

"... If you'll have me."

His cock twitched inside you and you wince with a moan, your back arching slightly as he thrusts into you again. He cages over you again and he slowly begins to fuck you again, his lips pressing to yours hard for a moment before he pulls away to breath out,

"Mine."

His teeth nip your bottom lip.

"My beautiful girl."

They move to your neck, sucking and biting the flesh til his name was written across your entire body.

"...Mine."

He catches your chin in a rough grasp again. His eyes are half-lidded, heavy and full of obsession as he moaned out,

"Mine."

A/N : AND THERE WE HAVE IT !!! I cannot express how much fun I had writing this, i love Rosinante so much 😭😭😭😭 my mans deserved better Oda-sensei 😭😭😭😭😭 also, I had to stop and walk away from this MUTLIPLE times because i made myself blush like ???? 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 good lord.

Anywhore, I love you all sm !! 💖💖💖💖💖💖 Please reblog/like/comment if you enjoyed, it gives me motivation and excitement to keep writing !! Thank you so much !! Be good my lil tangerines! 💖💖💖💖💖

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3 am. The perfect time to bake.

Everyone on the Sunny was passed out, except for Sanji who remained in the Crows Nest for the night.

The perfect time.

Taking no time at all to gather everything you needed, you hummed a soft tune to yourself as you began the pie crust, beating the dough and smoothing it out before placing it in the dish. Pre-baking it took no time, the sweet smell of fresh pie crust filling the air.

It didn't take long for your apple crumble to finish, the bubbling, cinnamony smell encasing the entire kitchen. You were quick to take it out and let it sit aside, a small smile on your face as you literally sat in front of it and waited for it to cool.

Just after 4:30, you were able to cut yourself a slice, giving a soft content hum as you sniffed deeply into the slice, careful not to burn your nose.

You were so engrossed in your slice that you didn't see Sanji leaning on the doorframe, a small smile on his lips as he watched you place the small plate on the counter. You sat in front of it, hands clasped together in front of your chest as if you were making a wish.

Sanji’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a single, small birthday candle from your back pocket, sticking it on the slice before you lit it with a match you grabbed from one of the drawers. His heart sank as your eyes slid shut as you began singing to yourself, your voice quiet and almost sad as it carried softly over the kitchen.

He made sure to walk gently into the space, trying not to frighten you as he sat down at the island.

"... happy birthday... to me."

After a moment, you blew out the candle and gave a soft sigh through your nose, waiting for the wax to cool enough that you could pull the candle from your slice.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

You jumped, hand over your heart and eyes wide as you whipped around, giving your favourite cook a glare.

"Sanji, you fuck! You're too goddamn quiet, good lord."

Sanji simply gave you a wide grin and winked before clearing his throat as he asked again, a little harder this time,

"Why... didn't you say anything?"

You chewed your bottom lip as he spoke, crossing your arms tightly over your chest before giving a heavy sigh. You shrugged, struggling to find the words until you finally murmured,

"I didn't want to be a bother."

Sanji was up in a flash, your face cradled in his soft, warm palms. His eye watched you with a reverence you'd never seen before, your heart pounding in your chest as you stared back up at him.

"You are never a bother, my darling."

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you bit out,

"Says you."

Sanji couldn't help but laugh softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, the tip of your nose and then each cheek.

"Yes, says me. And that's all that matters, right?"

When you didn't respond, one of his hands went to your waist and his fingers gently dug in, giving you a quick tickle as he almost demanded with a laugh,

"Right?!"

You laughed in agreement, swatting away his hand before wrapping your own up around his neck, your fingers dancing with the ends of his hair. You were quiet for a moment, your lips pursed slightly to the side as you looked up at him. He said nothing, simply staring down at you with a loving expression.

It was a few moments before you finally spoke, pulling him closer as you buried your face into the space between his neck, your words muffled by his skin.

"I suppose you're right..."

Sanji hummed softly, his arms wrapping around you tightly, keeping you to him. His cheek rested on the side of your head as he murmured by your ear,

"Of course I'm right."

He pressed a hot kiss to your temple before continuing,

"You are never a bother. You have done nothing but light up this ship since you joined us and I'm not about to let you insult the love of my life."

You couldn't help but give a watery giggle, sniffling softly as you pulled away from him just enough to bring a hand up and wipe away the tears that threatened to spill. Sanji cooed at you gently at the sight, one of his hands returning to cup your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss.

A pressed a few butterfly kisses to your lips, his thumb brushing away any stray tears. Your hands clutched around the front of his shirt, not caring that the soft material would be wrinkled and ruined by your tight fingers.

When he pulled back to gaze down at you, your cheeks were bright red and a warmth flowed over your entire body, your heart racing in your chest like a war drum.

"... I love you, Sanji."

The chef grinned down at you, little hearts dancing around his head as he nearly moaned out,

"I love you, Ashe."

He pulled you into a hot kiss, his tongue teasing over your bitten bottom lip before your own tangled with his. His hand moved to grip your ass, pulling you up and seating you on the island counter as he grinds his clothed erection into your warmth.

"Please tell me I can make love to you tonight," he whispers in your ear when he pulls away to breathe, his hands aching to pull at your clothing but he stills as you giggle, grinning up at him.

"Can I have my pie first?"

His eyebrow shoots up in surprise and he's quick to grab your slice, taking a small piece with the small spoon and holding it out to you with a loving grin.

"Of course you can, my love."

Your face burns at the intimacy. While he's done this before, it felt differently with him feeding you your own creation. You took the bite and hummed softly as the apple crumble melted in your mouth, a pleased expression on your face.

Sanji took a bite of his own, an almost orgasmic sound leaving him at the taste. "Oh Ashe, this is phenomenal. How absolutely delicious!"

He presses a quick kiss to your lips before feeding you another bite. "My sweet, precious little baker," he murmurs with a coo and you finish off the slice.

He puts the dish in the sink and turns back to you, gently pulling you from the island to drag you to the small room in the back, fit with a single sized bed and a small bedside table. Franky had put it in at Sanji's wishes, believing the lie of "Sometimes I have to be up stupid early and don't want to deal with the idiots snoring," that the chef gave the shipwright.

You knew the real reason, grinning into the rough kiss Sanji pulled you into the second he had you caged on the bed. A shaky moan left you as his hands undressed you, his fingertips caressing every inch of you that he could. When you were finally naked under him, he threw his own shirt off to the side, grinning down at you as shaky hands undid his belt.

He stilled your hands, both your faces bright red as he murmured down to you,

"Let me love you first, my darling Ashe," his words nearly begged out, his hands moving from yours to grip at your plush thighs. He pressed desperate kisses to your inner thighs, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he took in your glistening arousal. His tongue danced over your skin, slowly moving closer to your aching cunt and your head threw back as the tip of his tongue barely brushed over your clit. You inhale a sharp breath as his mouth suddenly descends, his lips sucking harshly around your clit as his tongue spells your name over it.

"O-oh, gods, Sanji-"

His fingers dig into your thighs as he devours you, his tongue moving down to press into your soaked cunt, the wet, squelching sounds filling the small room. One of your hands tangled into his blonde hair, trying to tug his face closer as he eats you like a 5 star meal.

In a flash, he's suddenly desperate, his motions sucking and slobbering over your fluttering warmth, his tongue pressing in and out of you before sucking your clit again, one hand leaving your thighs to press two rough fingers into your tight cunt.

You moan too loudly accidently, eyes rolling back as his fingertips press against that wonderful, spongy spot over and over until you're babbling his name, begging him not to stop as you suddenly gush and squirt all over his face. He growls into your clit as he licks and licks, his fingers not stopping their onslaught as your juices shoot up his forearm. You squirt over and over, almost sobbing at the wonderful feeling. Sanji absolutely knew what he was doing.

He can't help but moan when he pulls away, looking down at you with a wide, feverish eye. His hand, forearm and chest are soaked with your essence, thin trails of your juices slowly dancing down his skin and hitting the wooden floor almost silently.

"I'm gonna make you do that on my cock," he whispers harshly, his dry hand leaving you to wipe over his face. He moans lightly as he licks you off his hand, his eye rolling to the sky at the taste. "You taste so fucking good, my darling," he somehow gets out, his chest heaving as he finally rips his belt and pants off, as well as his boxers.

Your face falls into a desperate expression, your mouth falling open with your tongue out of your lips with a low moan. "Please let me taste you first, Sanji," you beg, suddenly in a heat for him to face fuck you. He's quick to grasp your hair, pulling you to your knees and suddenly you're on him, your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, trailing the whole length before teasing over the slit, his mushroom tip twitching as whimpers and groans fall from him above.

"O-oh, oh angel, Ashe please-"

He chokes on his words as you pull him into your mouth, sucking and slurping over his tip before slowly taking him in, bobbing your head in a slow rhythm until your nose hits his short, curly pubes. He twitches in your mouth and you moan around him, eyes snapping up to see his excited but wary expression, his fingers tightening in your hair as he slowly takes over control.

Your eyes fall shut as you relax your jaw, letting him set the pace and trying to keep your breathing as even as possible. It was immediately difficult, your hands moving to grip his thighs in an almost panic as he fucks your mouth, loud groaning and giggly sighs leaving Sanji as he races towards the edge. He suddenly pulls away with a soft grunt, moving down to capture you in a demanding kiss before he shoves you onto your back, caging over you as he wretches your hips towards his.

You both moan as his cock slides over your soaked folds, his hips stuttering as your cunt tries to suck him in. His head fell forward as he finally slid into you in one go, your moans echoing off each other as your hands gripped at his shoulders.

His pace was relentless, pulling squeaking and high pitched whines from you as his thick cock slid in and out, right from the tip to his groin, one of his hands gripping your hip so tight you began to bruise.

"I-I'm so-so sorry-sorry, my love-, fuck-, you-you're so tight, god-"

His words stuttered with his thrusts, an almost manic look on his blushing, fucked out face as he drank in you falling apart under him - because of him.

"Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me," he begged over and over, feeling himself twitch as he reached the edge. He felt you gush around him as you sobbed out his name, his cock spurting and filling you, slipping out of your tight hole as he fucked his seed out of you. He slowed as overwhelming overstimulation consumed him, his whimpers light and breathless.

He leaned over you and captured your lips into a passionate but gentle kiss, his hands slowly roaming your soft skin almost as if apologizing for the past while. You melted into his touch, smiling into the kiss as your own hands gently traced over his toned chest.

"Happy birthday, my love," he murmured against your lips, his hips giving a slight twitch into you as you pulsed around him.

"Thank you, Sanji," you barely replied, eyes crossing slightly as his hips started moving again. Slowly, his cock hardened again, filling you and sliding over your gummy, soaking walls that sucked him in desperately.

"You're not goin' to be able to walk tomorrow," he breathed out with a chuckle, snapping his cock into you.

"Worth it."

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@sparoart asked ;

Hi Sparo!!! Thank you SO much for all the support you've given me and for this fabulous request! I've been wanting to write something for Crocodile for a hot second so it's perfect that you've asked for something from him 🤭🤭💖💖

I hope you enjoy and thank you again!!! 💖💖💖💖

No beta, we die like men 💪

Songs to listen to ;

♡ Beast Within ; In This Moment

♡ I Miss The Misery ; Halestorm

♡ Black Wedding ; In This Moment & Rob Halford

♡ Kryptonite (reloaded) ; Jeris Johnson

A silent sneer settled on Crocodile's face as he watched you move from table to table, your barely clothed form distracting the casino patrons just enough to lose their winning streak.

Even though it was his idea, he found his hand clenching tightly around his highball of whisky a little too tight, the glass shattering in his grasp as one man pushed his luck by sliding a heavy hand across the back of your sheer dress.

He began to rise from his desk that he'd situated in front of the large, one way glass window that overlooked that entire casino, only to stop as he watched you grip the man's wrist and twist it behind his back, hissing something into his ear that caused him to choke on his words and turn beet red.

The dealer at the table watched between the window and you a few times, nervous sweating slowly sliding down his temple. When the patron finally relented, the dealer sighed in relief, moving onto the next player as the man rose and stalked off, grumbling to himself.

You fixed your black sheer dress, the thin, yellow gold chains that adorned overtop slightly askew. The dealer gave you a small nod when you gave him a look of “I look okay?”, giving him a small smile in return before you moved onto the next table.

“Miss Y/N,” came from behind you, causing you to jump slightly, startled by the sudden voice.

“Yes?”

Two men dressed in all black motioned for you to follow them, your heart sinking in your chest as your eyes flickered up to the mirrored window of Crocodile's office, knowing you were about to get an ear full after that little stunt.

You sighed and nodded, following behind them closely, ignoring the curious looks the patrons gave as you were escorted upstairs. Both men lugged the heavy, wooden doors open and nearly pushed you inside, to which you gave them both a dirty look before straightening yourself out once more.

“You're walking a thin line, darling.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to Crocodile’s turned chair, leaning over the side of it to wrap your arms around his massive shoulders and pressing a chaste kiss to his temple.

“You act like I'm jumping at the chance to let any of these disgusting men touch me,” you started, choking back a gasp as the tip of his gold hook swung up, pressing into the side of your neck and pricking your skin to the point that a thin line of blood slipped from you.

“You seem to forget that you are mine,” he hissed out, a thick stream of cigar smoke floating from his mouth as he pressed a little harder, pulling you closer to him as he gave you a side-eyed glance. “You are my property, and anyone who touches you gets their punishment.”

You hum in response, one of your hands moving to grip around his hook and pulling it from your throat before moving away from him, instead leaning against his desk to stare down at him.

You were about to respond when the doors flew open and the same two men in black threw in the offending patron from earlier, the poor man hitting the ground hard enough that a loud crack echoed in Crocodile’s office. The man nearly wailed, cradling his broken arm to his chest as his watery gaze moved to you and the massive man sitting next to you.

“Y-you! You fucking slut, what did I do to deserve this?!”

You hissed at him, eyes narrowed as you spat back,

“You dare-”

A large hand moved up and cut you off, Crocodile’s dark gaze shutting you up completely as you crossed your arms over your barely covered chest.

Crocodile slowly slid from his chair, standing to his towering form to walk over to the sniveling boy before him, another sneer set on his scarred face as he took in the weak patron.

“You come into my casino, you flirt with my prize, and then you insult her?”

A soft, disappointed tsk left Crocodile, plucking the cigar from his mouth to tap the ashes off right above the whimpering man before moving behind him.

“Apologize.” He demands, reaching down to wrench the man up by the back of his knock-off designer shirt, dragging him over to your feet and slamming him back down into the cold marble.

There's nothing from him but sniffling and whimpers, the sounds causing your face to contort into an expression of nothing but disgust.

Crocodile’s foot meets the back of his head, pressing the man's face into the floor as he roars out,

“APOLOGIZE.”

The man full on sobs at that, shrieking out a loud, “I'm so sorry!” as Crocodile adds weight to his head, the pressure cracking both the man's skull and the flooring beneath it.

A slow grin comes over your face as you bend down, poking a long, sharp, manicured nail into the man's cheek as you cherrily replied,

“Apology not accepted!”

At that, he begins weeping loudly, begging for mercy as Crocodile barks out a mocking laugh and lifts his boot just enough to give the man a taste of freedom.

He then brings it right back down, demolishing the man's head into the marble, spraying the floor and your legs in brain matter and blood. Your breath caught in your throat at the action, your wide eyes slowly moving from the twitching body to your lover.

He ran his hand over his gelled hair with a huff, another plume of smoke escaping his lips as he shook off the brains from his boot before looking back to you, flicking his still smoldering cigar down onto the dead man's body.

He kicked the body aside and gripped you by the waist, pulling your shorter frame to his hulking body and crushing his lips to yours, reveling in the way you clung to him.

“I do not like my things being touched,” he snarls in your ear when he pulls away, picking you up enough to sit you on his desk. He reached under your dress and hummed, pleased to notice you weren't wearing panties.

“Such an obedient pet,” he grins, pressing a large finger into your soaked core and curling upwards, chuckling at the pleasured look that crosses your face.

“Only I can touch you like this,” he huffs out. “Only I can make you feel this good.”

You nod weakly in reply as you clench around his finger, your mouth falling open slightly as he adds a second. The wet squelch of him entering you sent a shiver over his back, his cock straining against his expensive trousers to the point of pain.

“Pull me out,” he demands, crashing his lips to yours again as you tug and unbuckle his pants, pushing them and his underwear down enough to free his already weeping cock.

“Should I remind you who you belong to?” He chuckles out, trailing this hook down the side of your face as his hand pulls from you to force your legs open wider.

“Mm, I think you should,” you purred in reply, your head tilting back as he leaned down, his lips sucking and pressing into your throat. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he tugs you closer to the edge of his desk by your hip, his thick cock just pressing into your soaked core.

“Whatever my treasure desires,” he murmurs into your skin before he presses into you all at once, pulling a loud gasp from your lips as you cling to his shirt.

His hips thrust into you as his hand presses against your chest, pressing your back against his mahogany desk as he snaps his cock into you over and over. He presses the curve of his hook against your throat, though he adds no pressure. One of your hands wraps around it lovingly as you stare up at him, giving him your most gorgeous smile you could as he railed you.

His heart clenched, overwhelmed at your expression and how you held his hook. He leaned down and roughly kissed you again as he hissed against your lips,

“You. Are. Mine.”

Your bloodied legs wrapped weakly around his hips as you gave a dazed response of, “All yours.”

“Forever.” He snaps back.

You hummed with a grin, clenching around his cock as you promise,

“Forever.”

[mandiemegatron]

【 ᵁⁿᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᴴᵘʳᵗ 】

Black Leg Sanji x cis!fem Straw Hat Reader

Rated: T for mental health discussions. Comfort, confessions, Sanji being open about his depression, we love healing Sanji in this household.

Words ; 3, 358

Trade with @shanalikeanna !! I love you forever, my lovely shana, I hope you enjoy this!!!!!! 💖💖💖

Once again, none of this would be possible without my beta and bestie, @moss-woods !! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my love!!! 💖💖💋💋

ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ˢᵒ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᶜᵃⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ, ᵗᵒᵒ!! ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ, ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ ˡⁱˡ ᵗᵃⁿᵍᵉʳⁱⁿᵉˢ!💖💖

The first night after escaping Totto Land, everyone was on edge.

The second, everyone did their best to try and rest, but most of the Straw Hats still tossed and turned (sans Zoro, that man can and has slept through a tornado).

The third night, you'd finally decided around 3 am to get up, your thoughts still raging through your mind and keeping the sandman from blessing you with sweet, sweet sleep.

Throwing on a simple, black hoodie and dark red sweatpants, you slipped into some shoes and quietly dipped out of the women's quarters and made it upstairs to the main deck without an issue.

To your surprise, you could smell Sanji smoking; taking a look around and realizing he was up top with Nami's tangerine groves. You climbed up and gave a small wave, not wanting to startle him.

“Can't sleep either?” You ask gently, causing Sanji to snap out of his thoughts and grin up at you, going to stand but you stopped him, instead moving closer and sitting in the plush grass with him. You reached up and plucked a tangerine, giving Sanji a grin when he gently took it from you with no words said.

“Thank you,” You begin, only to stop as you notice the dark circles under his eyes. “Sanji… have you gotten any sleep?”

The blonde stops for a moment, eyes still staring at the fruit in his hands and it's seconds later when he starts moving again, silently peeling away. After it's done, he holds the slices out to you and you take half of them, gently folding his fingers over the ones left over and pushing his hand back to him.

“Don't worry, it's our secret,” you joked, giving him a sneaky grin and a small chuckle before popping a slice in your mouth.

There was a comfortable silence between you both as you ate. The moon was bright in the sky, lighting up the grove beautifully and basking you both in its light. After you were done, you took the chance to carefully ask Sanji,

“Are… are you doing okay, Sanji?”

This time, he did look at you, his usually bright eyes dull and glazed as he seemingly stared through you. “Of course,” His usual cheery voice came through, but you could feel the hurt behind his tone.

You softly reached out and grasped one of his hands, gently holding it in both of yours as you mentioned in a lightly joking tone,

“You're really bad at lying to me.”

For a long second, Sanji stared, unable to enunciate anything, though his mouth twitched a few times. He then took a long drag and let it drift out, making sure to blow it up away from you.

“Sanji… you can talk to me. I can't even imagine what you went through-”

His hand tightened around your fingers and you froze, worry for him running through your entire body. He then took a shaky breath and finally murmured out tiredly,

“I don't want to talk about it.”

You frowned sadly, holding his hand over your heart as you replied,

“You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to. I just want you to know I'm here for you, always.”

Sanji sniffles softly as his gaze wanders to the grass, the aching in his heart getting harder to ignore.

“It doesn't matter-”

You squeeze his hand and comment,

“It absolutely matters Sanji, it matters to me and it matters to everyone on this crew. We're your family, we love you, Sanji.”

Nothing but another sigh came from the chef, the fight going on inside his head clearly too loud for you to get anything through to him. You could almost read the expression on his face - you don't get it, he's thinking, his gaze burning through the grassy patch.

You let his hand move back into his lap, his other hand reaching over to flick ashes off his cigarette.

“If you don't want to talk, that's okay. Do you mind listening instead, then?”

Your voice was small, so soft that it took Sanji a moment to process the words. His gaze flickered back up to you, hazy wariness hidden behind them as he nodded slightly.

You took a moment, gathering your thoughts to form into words as you gently began,

“I believe everything that happens to us happens for a reason. The good things happen to remind us that life is worth living, worth experiencing. The bad shit happens to show us how to grow, how to fight back, and to find that inner strength that you didn't even know was there.”

You shifted slightly, sitting up a bit straighter as you continued,

“I don't know what happened with you after you left. We were terrified, I was terrified. What if I never saw you again? What if I never got to tell you how amazing you were?”

Sanji also sat up more, his curled brow shifting down as he stared silently.

“Doing hard things is never easy, but having support from the people that love you makes all the difference. Even if that hard thing is just trying to survive.”

You shrug slightly, your fingers fiddling with themselves in your lap as you added,

“I heard… about Judge.”

Sanji freezes at your words, like ice cold snow had been dropped down onto him. His face twitches, the expression slightly irritated before it falls back into the previous nearly blank one.

“Sanji, have you heard the phrase, “blood is thicker than water?” Are you aware that phrase is wrong?”

Sanji lights a fresh cigarette with a slight shrug of his own, softly murmuring, “Oh.”

“The actual phrase is, “the blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.”, meaning, the family you create is stronger than the family you were born into.”

You reached up and plucked another tangerine, peeling it yourself as Sanji sits, stunned and watching you with a wide, blue eye.

“I don't think I've ever met a single person with great parents. Hell, even my dad was a piece of shit too! But I can tell you, with absolute confidence, that you have a great father.”

The chef gave a single, sharp barking laugh, going to reply with a snarking bite when you cut him off with your own, sharp continuance,

“Have you forgotten so easily who you are, Sanji?”

He leans back a bit in hurt, tears welling up in his eyes as you add genuinely,

“You are Black Leg Sanji, named after your father, Red Leg Zeff. You are chef to the Straw Hat Pirates and don't you ever forget that your real father would be damn proud of how far you've come.”

You popped a few slices of tangerine into your mouth as you let your words stew, watching the tears stream down Sanji's face. You finished off the fruit and hummed softly, looking up at the sky as you spoke again.

“I think you should call him.”

You looked back to him and reached over, patting him on the shoulder a few times before getting up and brushing any dirt or grass from your butt. You threw Sanji a bright grin, your face illuminated by the moon as you softly commanded,

“Go get some sleep, Sanji. Your family will still be here in the morning.”

You turned and walked away before he could say anything, only able to watch you quietly walk back down towards the main deck door.

In the silence of the small grove, Sanji's heart beat so loud he swore the whole ship could hear it. His fingers ached, his eyes burned and his throat felt tight, like someone had welded his flesh inside together.

He knew you were right, the logic and love in your words washing over him like a warm blanket the more he thought over them.

So why couldn't he get up?

He flopped back into the grass, both eyes exposed to the shine of the moon as he puffed on his smoke. He took a last drag and put it out in the grass, intent on cleaning up after himself before he moved again. His eyes slipped shut for just a moment, his exhaustion catching up to him as his fight or flight instinct finally released its grip on him.

In seconds, Black Leg Sanji had passed out, a small smile on his lips with his body lovingly covered by the shadows from the tangerine trees.

Sanji awoke the next morning in his hammock, confusion running through him as he ran a tired hand through his hair. He groans and sits up, hopping out of his bed and slowly gets dressed, having to stop a few times as the ship rocks and he nearly trips.

Once he's dressed and more awake, he makes his way to the kitchen as usual and is surprised to find the moss head sitting at the table with a drink in his hand as you wash up dishes. It's clear that food had been made, and he goes to question you when Zoro pipes up,

“Sleep beauty finally wakes! How's it goin’, princess?” His tone is snarky and teasing but there's genuine curiosity behind the words.

Sanji only aims a kick at his head, which is blocked as usual. He huffs and straightens up his tie, giving Zoro the middle finger before sliding up behind you, completely ignoring the now furious swordsman.

“Oi! Fuck you, curlybrow!”

You're shaking your head with a roll of your eyes as Sanji asks you sweetly,

“You didn't have to do all this, mon ange! You could have woken me up-”

You looked up at him with a small grin as you commented,

“You were out like a light, Sanji. Besides, I've been watching you cook for ages, I feel like I picked up just enough to satisfy everyone.”

Sanji's cheeks burn, little hearts dancing around his head at your words. You couldn't help but breathe a soft sigh of relief, glad he was slowly returning to the man he was.

“Oh mon amour! You are the most precious thing in my life!”

Zoro gives a loud, over-exaggerated gag at that, pulling laughter from you as you finish placing the last dish into the drying rack. Sanji turns his attention back to Zoro with a snarking reply of,

“At least a woman wants to spend time with me! Your stink keeps everyone at a 5 mile radius away from you.” He proves his point by placing his hands on your hips and standing a little closer to hold you to him as he makes a face at Zoro who makes one back.

“Oh yeah? She doesn't look so comfortable from where I'm standing!”

You groan and roll your eyes again, pulling away from Sanji with burning cheeks as you make your way out of the kitchen.

“You guys can fight without me being in the middle!”

Zoro stops you before you can leave, gently grasping your wrist and pulling you to him. You give a soft “Oof!” as your body collides into Zoros, your hand pressing onto his chest to stabilize yourself.

“Oi! Shitty Swordsman! Get your grubby little hands off Y/N!”

Zoro just laughs, slinging a heavy arm around your shoulders and keeping you to him as he barks back,

“You're just mad that she doesn't hate me, ugly dandelion head!”

You pinch Zoro's nipple and he jumps, letting go of you as he shields his wounded pride and offended body part behind burning cheeks.

“The hell was that for?!”

Sanji can't help but burst out laughing, your own laughter joining in as you finally make your way out of the kitchen.

“Paybacks a bitch, Zo!”

With you gone, the two men glared and growled at each other, Sanji huffing smoke at the swordsman as Zoro puffs his chest out a bit, glaring Sanji down.

“Quit hittin” on her, you curlybrowed moron!”

“You quit it! She doesn't like stupid, ugly, unwashed assholes!”

Their foreheads smacked against each other as they growled and barked at each other, only finally breaking away as they heard you call from down the hallway,

“Sanji? Can I get your help with something?”

Sanji flashes Zoro a smug grin, puffing smoke in his face as he calls back,

“Of course I can, my darling Y/N-chaaan!”

Zoro rolls his eye as he watched the shitty love cook literally twirl and dance out the kitchen door, taking the advantage of Sanji being gone to raid the ‘secret’ cupboard that held all the good sake.

Finding an unopened bottle, Zoro uncorks it with a heavy sigh before heading back up to the crows nest.

Sanji, on the other hand, finds himself in a predicament as he searches the halls for you, confusion set on his face as he opens a few doors.

“Y/N? Where'd you go?”

He almost shrieks as a hand pulls him back, tugging him into a room and slamming the door shut. He turns and flares his nose slightly, staring you down as he presses a hand over his chest.

“Y/N! You almost gave me a heart attack,” he half-jokes, patting his chest lightly a few times as you grin up at him.

“I gotta keep you on your toes,” you replied lightly, giving him a quick wink before tugging him over to your bed. You immediately sat down and patted the space beside you, an almost expectant look on your face as you asked,

“You got some time to sit with me?”

Sanji takes in your expression and slowly sits, but not before putting out his cigarette in the small ashtray on your bedside table. His heart always thumped a few extra fast beats at your thoughtfulness.

He makes himself comfortable before he nervously asks,

“So? What did you need help with?”

Your face blossoms into bright red hues as you look down to your lap, your fingers fiddling with themselves anxiously as you slowly got out,

“I um, I just, um,” you stumble over your words, unsure of how to get them out. It takes a second, but you finally inhale before quickly spilling out in one, quick breath,

“Ireallylikeyouandidon’tknowifyoulikemetoo.”

Sanji blinks a few times, his mind trying to decipher the words that bubbled out of you, only for his head to tilt to the side as he gives a confused,

“Uh… what?”

Your cheeks darken, and you shove your face into shaking hands, trying to steady your racing heart as you groan into your palms.

You freeze as two warm hands grip lightly around your wrists, pulling your hands from your face only to find Sanji's own visage just centimeters from your own.

There's a sparkle in his uncovered eye and a wide grin on his face as he breathes out,

“You like me?”

You stiffen as your expression sinks nervously, only able to give him a soft,

“... Yeah….”

There's a single moment between you before your back is pressed onto the bed and Sanji is on top of you, his hands on either side of your head with one leg in between yours.

Shivers run over your body in anticipation, your eyes staring up into both of his as his hair dangles over you, showing every part of his beautiful face. You gently reach up and cup one of his cheeks in your palm, watching with a soaring heart as his eyes fall shut and he presses further into your palm.

“For so long…” He started, his voice just above a whisper. “I'd look at you and hope to God you could hear my thoughts racing, that you could hear how hard my heart beat for you…”

You felt your heart swell in adoration for him at his admittance, your own eyes slipping shut as he leans forward a bit to press his forehead against yours.

“For so long, all I wanted was for you to want me… the way I wanted you.”

The tip of his nose brushes against yours in a loving motion, his lips so close you could feel his breath dancing across your own.

“You don't even know how much you've healed me. My angel, my darling,” His voice cracks as he squeezes his eyes shut, fighting back tears as he pours his heart out to you. You sniffle softly, tears of your own prickling at your eyes as you open them and listen to him continue.

“There isn't a day that goes by that I just… I don't feel good enough. For you, for this crew… but the last couple days really showed me how cherished I am.”

Pulling back to stare down at you with teary eyes, Sanji somehow gets out,

“I will never take your love for granted, Y/N. I love you and I don't care if you don't feel the same-”

You cut him off with a kiss, leaning your head up just enough to capture his lips, effectively silencing him.

When you pull back, his eyes are wide, tears streaming down his face as you softly comment,

“Sanji, I love you, and I have for a long time. I thought I was going to lose you to Pudding, and that I'd never see you again,” your tears flooded down the sides of your eyes as you looked up at him. “I thought I'd never get the chance to tell you how much you meant to me.”

Sanji leans down and hugs you tightly, hiding his face in the side of your neck as he sobs silently. You cling to him, rubbing your fingers over his back and through his soft hair, murmuring loving words to him as he lets all his emotions out.

It takes a long while for Sanji to finally settle, his eyes red and achy when he finally pulls back to stare down at you. You wiped at his eyes gently as you confidently reminded him,

“Black Leg Sanji, I love you, now and forever. Do not ever forget the family you have here.”

A wide grin breaks out over his face as he leans down to kiss you, your lips melding with his as if they were made for him; like two souls made of the same star dust, colliding with each other and creating a blinding light for the world to see.

You pull away after a few moments, gently holding his face again as you murmur almost teasingly,

“I have a present for you.”

Sanji's expression makes him look like a child in a candy store with no beri limit, pulling away from you to sit back on his butt as he gushes,

“For me?! You didn't have to do that, my angel dearest,”

You cut him off with a lazy wave of your hand, sitting up and reaching into the top drawer of your desk and pulling out your small Den Den Mushi.

Sanji gives you a puzzled look as you dial in a number and hand the Den Den to him, leaning back on your headboard as it begins to ring.

Peru-peru-peru… peru-peru-peru…

Sanji almost drops your Den Den as an all too familiar voice barks out on the other end.

“This is The Baratie, Zeff speaking.”

Sanji feels like he's been punched in the chest, looking to you with watery eyes once more as you sit back with crossed arms, a smug grin on your face as you motion for him to say something.

“Carne, if this is another stupid fuckin’ prank-”

“You… shitty old man…”

There's a crackle on the other end, Sanji watching the face on the snail change from irritation to one of complete surprise.

He swears every hurt he'd ever felt in his life healed when Zeff finally spoke again.

“You shitty little eggplant…” There's another pause as he hears a sniffle from the snail.

“... My son!”

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Trafalgar Law x Y/N ficlet

Fluff, general care, hella smooching, slightly toasty 👀, hand massage, Law being a softie✨️💖

A/N: Something I thought up after seeing @kittycatzuka post here, it gave me the feels and this is what my brain thought up.

I hope you all enjoy! ✨️💖

Also, I just spent like an hour beta-ing it so if you see any mistakes, no you don't. 😎 okay love you my lil tangerines! ✨️💖

Header by @baka-tsuki / @baka-tsuki-2 💖

It was supposed to be a quiet night for the captain. All the man wanted to do was finish his paperwork, read some Sora and pass out into a restless sleep.

Since Y/N showed up, it never seemed to work out the way Law wanted. Every night, she'd knock on his office door to say goodnight, no matter the amount of times he tried to tell her she didn't have to, that she could just simply go to bed and he'd see her in the morning for breakfast. It never deterred her, her smiling face always popping in through the cracked door with a small wave.

This night was different.

Law glanced over at the clock on his desk, frowning to himself as he realized you were late, not showing up around the time you usually did. He then paused, curiously irritated at realizing the fact that he was worried, immediately thinking the worst had happened you.

He let his pen drop to the desk as his other hand ran through his hair, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. God, he was exhausted.

There was a soft thunk as ceramic hit his desk, his eyes snapping open to see you placing a fresh cup of tea right above his incomplete paperwork.

"Y/N-ya."

You cracked a tired smile of your own before hiding a yawn behind your now free hand, lifting your mug in a silent cheers to him as you sat in the chair opposite his desk.

"Saw your light was on, thought maybe you could use a little something," your voice was soft as you spoke, unable to hide how tired you were from his prying eyes.

"While I appreciate it, you should be in bed already. We have a big day tomorrow," he replied, gently picking up the hot mug with a sigh through his nose. Yeah, he definitely needed this.

"So should you, dear Captain."

He huffed gently, staring you down before taking a long sip.

"I'm not done my job for the day."

You cracked a grin at the sight of him complaining, his distaste for the job showing itself very clearly.

"I can give you a hand, if that'll help?"

He hummed in disagreement into the mug, taking another sip before replying,

"You'd only make it take longer."

While there was teasing in his tone, you couldn't hide the way your grin slowly slid from your lips, your eyes glancing down at the mug in your hands. He kicked himself as a pain clutched around his chest, hating that he made you look that way.

"... I appreciate the offer, Y/N, thank you. Your company helps more than enough."

Your eyes flickered back to his at his words, your cheeks tinting pink as you murmured,

"... glad to help."

It was only for a moment but it felt like ages, the way his eyes bored into yours. It was like you were a puzzle he was trying to slove and couldn't, his frustration showing in his gaze. Your heart jumped into your throat, your mind screaming at him to just kiss you, to say something, to tell you everything you wanted him to say-

The moment broke as he went back to his scribbling, one hand around his mug while the other scratched away. You made yourself more comfortable in the large chair, your eyes wandering his face, not knowing he could feel your very hungry gaze on him.

Pride washed over him, his ego flaring as a smirk ticked up his lips. He did have a feeling you liked him, but this moment here proved to him that he was right.

"See something you like, Y/N?"

There was a heavy silence as your eyes widened, unsure of how to respond so you remained quiet, simply watching him for any signs of a joking manner.

You were incredibly confused when you could only sense a serious air around him.

It took a moment to gather courage but you did finally respond, looking down at your mug for a moment before glancing back to him as you commented lightly,

"Surely it's obvious that I do."

The air was so thick it could have been sliced with a butterknife. You both stared at each other for what felt like ages before you looked away first, unable to handle the heat of his gaze on you like this.

"... good to know."

His response caused you to grin, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you bit back a happy sound, not wanting to feed his already giant ego. A more comfortable silence covered you both as he went back to his work, now motivated to finish it quicker than before.

You'd drank your entire tea by the time he finally finished. You'd been slouched lazily in the chair, glancing around his office with mildly bored eyes, having already taken everything in to the point you could name off each book and it's order on the shelf. He yawned loudly, rubbing his face with both hands before standing, placing his completed work off to the side before coming around his desk to stand by you, leaning on it for support.

"You should get some rest," you started, giving a yawn of your own and going to move before you noticed him massaging his hand. You looked up at him, his exhausted expression filling your chest with a ache you didn't enjoy.

You had to do something.

Placing the empty mug beside him, you then reached out and gently took his writing hand into your own warm palms, you began massaging his own, your thumbs pressing down to the point where he grunted softly.

"Yeah, I know it sucks but this is what happens when you don't take proper breaks," you murmured, focusing on doing your best not to look up at him, your cheeks burning so hot that you began to worry you gave yourself a fever.

A particularly illicit groan left your Captain when you pressed at one point, your eyes finally flicking up at him for just a moment and you couldn't help but smile at seeing his relaxed expression. His eyes were shut, his chest rising and falling as he took slow, deep breaths.

Your heart clenched - you wished he looked like this more, so quiet and tender -

Your thoughts stopped as you looked back to his hand, your thumbs working down to his wrist and forearm, not noticing him leaning closer to you to give you better reach.

It took only a few minutes, letting his arm gently drop to his side as you held your hands palm up out for his other one.

"Other hand, please!"

He was silent the entire time, lifting his hand to you as you did the same thing, starting at his palm before going to his long fingers, showing them love and stretching them before moving down to his wrist and forearm.

You were so focused that you didn't noticed his free hand coming catch your chin, his long fingers lifting your face gently. Your eyes met and your stomach churned, knowing your face was still bright red as he looked over your face. Your fingers had stopped, clamped gently around his forearm.

You couldn't place the look he was giving you, trying to convince yourself that he was not giving you bedroom eyes - the man was exhausted, for fucks sake! But you couldn't help how your body warmed at his touch, wanting so desperately to lean into his touch.

The sudden fear of rejection hit you like a ton of bricks. You must have made a face because his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, almost as if trying to comfort you.

"You look worried," he breathed out, his breath so warm and so close that it danced across your face. Your eyes were locked in an intense gaze, his dark and craving; yours wide and needy in your own right. Warmth pooled in your lower region as his eyes looked down at your lips for a moment, the air suddenly heavy once again as his gaze met yours again.

"I... I am worried," you finally whispered, eyes never leaving his. He moved closer again, so slowly that it felt like he was teasing you.

"Why?"

Not a question, a demand.

"... because I'm scared that you'll kiss me and I'll get attached."

A slow, wicked grin came over his features when you finally spoke.

"As if you're not already attached."

His words felt like a punch to your gut, causing you to gasp out softly before his lips consumed yours, both your eyes falling shut as he took what he wanted. It wasn't a soft kiss, but it wasn't demanding either. It held just enough emotion that you felt the anxiety of earlier wash off you like a wave, your shoulders unconsciously dropping though your hands remained on his arm.

When he finally pulled away, you were a mess. Your heart was pounding so loud in your ears, it felt like vertigo. Your eyes slowly reopened, confusion and hope written across your face like an open book as you stared at him. You were nearly breathless as you somehow got out,

"Um... Wow."

Law blinked a few times before he broke down, laughing so loud and hysterically that he pulled away from you, leaning over with his hands on his knees. You sat there blinking, feeling even more confused, wondering what the hell was going on. His laughter echoed in the room, and probably the entire sub but clearly he was gone, absolutely fucked up.

Just straight up bonkers.

When he finally calmed, one hand came up to wipe away the laughter tears as he leaned back up, a wide smile on his face as he took a moment to collect himself.

He finally looked down at you, your own almost nervous smile etched into your face as you waited for him to explain himself.

"You, Y/N-ya, are something else, you know? How you've flipped my life upside down."

The amount of sincerity in his voice immediately made you begin to tear up, you're heart leaping from your chest into your throat and stopping you from responding. You simply gave your own genuine smile in return, one hand quickly wiping away the few tears that slipped out.

A heavy hand landed on the top of your head, long fingers rustling your hair as Law gave another chuckle. Your smile remained as your swiped at his hand, his own grin turning cheeky as he lightly slapped your hand away.

There was a pause between you two, with him running a tired hand through his hair as you rubbed at your face, biting back a yawn. As he took in your exhausted form, he knew it was time for you both to hit the hay.

"You crazy brat. Go to bed," he started, moving his hands to grasp your own and pulling you out of the chair. He turned you and walked you to the door just a few feet away, opening it but holding you to him, his hands on your shoulders. You noted they were shaking slightly through hazy thoughts as his warm chest hit your back.

"I'll see you at breakfast. Save me a seat?"

His breath brushed over your ear, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps. He didn't give you enough time to respond, giving you a quick shove out the door before closing it behind you.

You stared at the wall of the Tang, blinking a few times before your mouth finally started working again.

"What the actual fuck just happened?"

A/N: HEHEHEE we love a sly, flirty Law 🙈🙈🙈🙈 I'm gunna smooch him so hard, idk abt you guys 😂😂🥵🥵🙈🙈 I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did !

Smooch smooch, be good my lil tangerines! 🍊💋

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𝙴𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝙺𝚒𝚍 𝚡 𝚈/𝙽 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚝

Eustass being a bully, Y/N being a silly goose by having 3 brain cells, soft adoration and love because our boy deserves it! We love him!

A/N: I've been mulling around with this for the past few days so I finally beta'd and finished it up today so I hope you all enjoy !! Something a bit softer this time around, I was in my feels and this is what happened lmao 😭🙈 if you see any mistakes, no you fuckin don't!! 🥰

Enjoy, my cute lil tangerines! 💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️

It was a quiet night, thankfully. Most days on the Victoria were rowdy, overwhelming and drunken, so for it was a blessing in disguse for the night to be so quiet for you. You leaned on the railing of the ship, eyes watching the moon lit waters as a content sigh left you. 'How peaceful,' you thought, bringing your beer to your lips.

You'd just finished your beer when you suddenly heard a shout from behind you, turning from your spot at the railing to see your redheaded Captain stomping his way over to you, a confused but amused grin washing over your face as you asked,

"The hell's wrong with you?"

The second he got close enough, he reached out and flicked you in the forehead with his warm hand. You couldn't dodge in time and yelped at the sudden pain, reaching up to cover the spot as you gave him the finger with your other hand.

"You cocksucker, what the fuck was that for!"

He gave a quick, sharp laugh and yelled back,

"I was standin' over there SHOUTING for you for years, you deaf-ass bitch!"

Your eyes narrowed as an even more confused expression came over you, your tone annoyed and accusing as you bit back,

"Oi! It's not that I'm deaf, I was just zoned out - AND besides the point! Why didn't you just come over here instead of shouting at me like a fucking child?!"

He gave you the finger and barked back,

"Fuck you, you were ignorin' me and I don't appreciate that shit!"

It took you a moment to collect yourself but after a few breaths, realization kicked in as you asked,

"You seriously thought I was ignoring you? Kid... come on man."

Your Captain also took a moment, crossing his mismatched arms over his chest as he huffed. He watched you the entire time, watching as you fiddled with your empty bottle and finally spoke when your gaze softened.

"Uh... yeah? I was fuckin' screamin', Y/N."

You ran a nervous hand over your face and sighed, giving a slight nod as you accepted your fault.

"I'm sorry Captain. I really was just so into the silence that I just... tuned everything else out."

You glanced up at him with a tight smile, hoping he could see how genuine your apology was.

"...Forgive me?"

He scowled at you for a good few minutes, your heart pounding in your chest as an uneasy feeling came over you, your smile twitching as you wondered if he was actually mad enough to keep yelling or if he'd stomp away like a child like he usually did when you fought.

Surprisingly, when he did neither, your anxiety washed away with a sigh through your nose, grinning at his response of,

"Ah, I uh - I'm sorry, you brat. I just, I want your fuckin' attention, and it pisses me right the fuck off when I don't get it."

You couldn't help but give a soft "aww, Eustass..." as you closed the space between you, wrapping your arms around his middle and squishing your face to his chest as his arms wrapped around you warmly. You hugged him tight for a moment before pulling away to look up at him, your eyes bright and honest as you reminded him,

"You know you always have my attention. Sometimes though, it takes more than words to grab it but that's not your fault, it's mine. It's hard to pay attention to anything outwards when you're so... inwards, I guess." Your words grew soft by the end, a small frown on your lips. It was hard to explain but judging by how Kid was staring down at you, you had a feeling he understood to an extent.

"I'm sorry, lover. How can I make it up to you?"

His eyes suddenly glinted with mischief at your words, his hands moving down to cup your ass tightly, pulling a surprised "Oi!" from you as he almost purred out,

"You can apologize on your knees."

Your body vibrated at his words, pupils blowing wide as your breath catches in your throat. This was the man you loved, the one to take charge and tell you exactly what he wanted and how. You must have had a look on your face because that stupid, shit eating grin he always wore when he won something slid over his features in an instant.

"Sound good, lover?"

His tone was mocking as he said the word, his fleshy fingers gripping at you with an intensity the fueled the fire inside you.

"Y-yeah, sounds good."

The next thing your mind registers is the soft bed in the Captains room, his warm mouth nipping and devouring you from the outside in. You're both naked, hands roaming over skin as his name falls from your lips as you consume each other, body heart and soul.

His eyes are so gentle as he presses into you, his warm hand cupping your cheek as you hiss at the sudden filling pain, the sound turning to a soft moan as you shift your hips to grind against his.

The way he breathes out your name, pressing the softest kisses to your face and neck as he takes you, your heart overflowing with love for him as it hit you that this was his way of apologizing. Words were never his strong point but his actions more than made up for the lack of verbal communication. Though he teased that you were the one to apologize, he felt he needed to prove that he could accept his faults and be better, for you.

While you had yet to put a label on what you two had, this moment solidified your already immovable loyalty to him as you poured your heart out to him, sobbing into his shoulder as he murmured sweet nothings into your ear. Tears stained his skin as he thrusted into you, hoping to prove to you that he loved you more than anything.

Your foreheads met as you both began to reach the edge, your gaze warm and loving as he kissed you, his lips wordlessly whispering his unashamed adoration to you. He wiped away your tears before gripping your hips tightly, flesh and metal biting into your skin and sending your senses to heaven as you tumbled over the edge, sobbing out his name as your fingers gripped into his shoulders and back.

"Such a beautiful girl, my perfect girl, I love you, God you're so beautiful,"

His words fell from him like the softest prayer you'd ever heard, feeling like your hands would never be big enough to hold all the love he had for you in your palms. You clung to each other as he sloppily thrusted up into you, bringing you closer to a second orgasm as he chased his own high.

Your name met your ears multiple times in a hurried whisper, Kids lips pressing hotly to your collarbone as he jutted into you a few more times, groaning loudly into your bitten and bruised skin. You came with him, your eyes rolling back as you pressed mindless kisses to his shoulder.

The silence was heavy and thick, though comfortable, as you both sat in each others arms, neither of you willing to be the first to move. His thumbs pressed small circles in your hips, his lips pressing into your throat softly, moving up until he took your lips in his. You could feel him shaking and your heart felt like bursting, his energy almost suffocating you with all his unspoken emotions.

It was a while before he finally spoke, his voice the softest you'd ever heard as he asked,

"Did I hurt you?"

You smiled so gently, your expression warm and loving as you responded just as softly,

"No, my love."

His expression brightened at your words, looking like a kid in a candy store as his heart did backflips in his chest. He said nothing, only pulling you back to kiss you deeply, his soft hand tangling into your hair as his metal one remained on your hip.

You both only moved when sleep came knocking. Tucking you into him, he curled around you like a warm cage, desperate to protect you from the outside world. You caved into him, feeling the safest you'd felt in a very long time, knowing in your heart this was where home was.

It wasn't long til you could hear Kid breathing softly, exhaustion slowly overtaking you as your lips pressed soft kisses to whatever skin you could reach. As the darkness overcame you, you swore you heard him murmur,

"I'm gunna marry your crazy ass one day."

But you told yourself that your imagination was just playing tricks, unknowing that his tired eyes watched as you pressed into him as you finally drifted away.

In that moment, Eustass Kid felt like king of the world.

For the first time in his life, he finally felt like he had everything.

I love u all my lil tangerines! Be good ! 💖💖💖✨️✨️✨️✨️ smooches 4 u all 💖💖💖💖

A/N: AWWWW, okay, so I loved writing this I won't lie, the feels were flowing and I felt the need to write something sickly soft for our crazy man. This was so much fun, I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it !