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Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Thirteen: The Captain)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Group dynamics, Poly TF141, Slow burn, Price x Reader, Alpha! Price x Omega! Reader, Consent checks, Alpha behavior, Gentling, Dom Price, Man-handling, PiV sex

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You’re in your bunk a few evenings later, trying to relax after a long day of drills, where there’s a knock at your door

You expect Soap or Gaz, one of the sergeants grinning affectionately as you’re dragged downstairs to the rec room for games or a movie where you all talk over each other in your laughter

You don’t expect to open the door and find your captain standing there

Price stands tall, making a point to keep his chin up in a way that betrays how he’s hiding a modicum of anxiety under his stern eyed stare

“Can I come in?” He asks simply, without much preamble, and it takes you a moment to let him pass inside

You realize he’s never been here before, has always left you just outside the door. When you turn to close the door, you hear Price takes a long, deep inhale of the room, of your rich scent on every surface

When you ask him what you can do for him, Price nods to your desk chair in a gesture for you to sit. It’s a little authoritative of him in a way that whispers of Alpha posturing, but you’re curious enough about his abrupt presence to settle into the seat facing him while he shuffles towards you

He doesn’t sit on the bed, and you inwardly snicker at the idea of his alpha instincts requesting he ask permission before entreating upon your territory. It’s endearing, and when his eyes flick to yours in a quiet ask, you stifle a smile as you nod.

“I need to be sure you’re certain about this.” He says once he’s settled, knees spread and elbows resting upon them. He’s staring straight at you, gaze unblinking but steady, unwavering. It makes your heart thump, the way Price never seems to falter, seems to know the direction to turn the sails before the wind has even shifted.

He’s asking about your heat, about the request you made over a week ago now, and it touches you that he’s here asking for confirmation, ensuring you are completely on board with this well before your heat is due and your consent is reduced to shivering, whining pleas

You tell him you trust him, you tell him he’s taken care of you before even though the circumstances were different. You tell him you want it to be him, to be Ghost, to be all of them

Price looks relieved, a little touched, mouth tugging up under his beard with a warm smile that reaches his eyes. Something flutters pleasantly in your stomach at the affection in his eyes, and for a moment you feel the passing urge to ask him to hold you

“I need to know.” He asks then, and his voice is more serious now in a way that makes you straighten. “Have you ever spent your heat with an alpha?”

You feel warmth rush across your skin, suddenly bashful, fidgeting in your chair. You tell him no, you’ve spent your heats alone. You tell him about the ill-suited match in bootcamp, the beta who slept with and then ignored you, and suddenly there’s a low rumble in Price’s chest that sounds like a growl

When you look up, there’s a vague consternation on Price’s face at your story. His eyebrows are lowered, mouth pressed tightly but eyes attentive as he speaks again.

“Have you ever had an alpha in your bed?”

You stiffen again

It’s a secret you’ve kept for a long time that you have never slept with an alpha before. You couldn’t take the risk during your career, not even from an off-base suitor who might reveal your designation to the wrong person

Even though you don’t say anything, Price seems to understand. He nods to himself, looks contemplative before asking: “Do you know what to expect?”

“I’ve been through sex ed, captain.”

“That’s not what I asked, love.”

You shift, eyes darting down to your fidgeting fingers in your lap. “I…know alphas can be intense, domineering. I know it’s not supposed to hurt, that it can be uncomfortable…” You trail off, and wince at your fumbling words. “...That alphas can resort to base instincts sometimes.”

Price lets a heavy moment linger before he stands and comes to rest before you. A calloused hand catches under your chin, tips your head up to look at his stature towering over you

“There’s more than that.” He offers softly, and you’re unable to contain a little shiver at the low, soothing rumble of his voice. “Good alphas take care of their partners. Anyone who has taught you otherwise should be reminded of that.”

“I want this experience to be a good one for you, love.” He tells you gently, and something pulses low across your hips at the purr in his voice. “We care about you, we don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know.” You whisper, tilting your head into his hand when it cups your cheek.

There’s a low hum that echoes in his chest, and it reverberates inside you, coaxes something in you into docility. Price’s thumb grazes across your cheek, and he suddenly feels so warm

“Pup.” He murmurs, voice tinged with that low, soothing hum that makes your muscles uncoil. “You deserve to know what a good Alpha feels like.”

Something buzzes in your hindbrain, low and fuzzy but sharply needing at this man before you, at an alpha you trust so sincerely, one who’s proven himself to you in so many ways. Strong, capable, protective, and in so many ways already yours

You allow it to dwarf your thoughts, this encompassing comfort at his rich, heavy scent and the warmth of his palm against your face. His presence is grounding, like gravity beckoning you down into him

“Alpha.” You sigh sweetly, gazing up at him through fluttering eyelashes and rolling your head into his hand.

Price sighs through his nose, a long steady exhale that feels somehow relieving and affectionate at the same time. With it comes another low, heady rumble, and you realize after a moment that Price is purring.

It summons a rush of warm realization, that Price is looking down at you and feeling such an immense contentedness that he’s purring just by barely touching you. It sends something inside you unfurling with a burgeoning desire, a flare of your scent that speaks of arousal, fangs popping out with the distant instinct to lick, bite

He reaches for you then, arms gently lifting you from your chair and scooting you over to your bed. You go without complaint, with a little sigh of satisfaction at being pressed into the warmth of him before he’s laying you down into the sheets

“Darling.” He murmurs a little hoarsely when you nuzzle the underside of his jaw, his form braced above you as you instinctively seek out his scent gland. “Tell me you want this.”

“Please.” You plead, eyes fluttering as he cups your nape. It’s almost embarrassing, this, how the mere gentle presence of your alpha makes you so pliant, so open under him, resorting already to low purrs and needing little whines

Price silences them with a kiss, and you release a shuddering gasp against him, feel something slick pool between your thighs at the low hum of satisfaction he gives you

“That’s it.” He murmurs, voice low and silky as you relax a little under him. One hand reaches to push aside a leg, spreading you so the thick scent of your arousal floods the air between you. Price drinks it in heavily, his eyes pitch black with growing desire as he smothers you with his weight. Your fingers reach up, tug aside his cap so you can tangle them in his hair. “You’re safe, pup.”

Price’s purr seems to infect your brain like a sweet, slow acting aphrodisiac, and with each heavy breath you feel that instinctive buzz in your brain force you into limp gentleness under him, a soft sigh of his name that speaks of utter relief. You think maybe it’s the preheat, your body slowly gearing up itself in the presence of a suitable alpha, but when Price traces his nose down the curve of your jaw to your scent gland, marking you, you realize it’s just him

Price maneuvers you with firm, grasping touches. Slowly, he divests you both of your garments, settles himself between your thighs and hoists a leg over his hip so your glistening entrance is revealed to him

Something changes in him then, an automatic trigger at the sight of an omega he’s been entrusted with being so willing and trusting, that floods his scent so thickly you force yourself to breathe through it. Like ambrosia, it seeps into your veins, honeyed and warm at the silent demand to submit

You feel yourself flail in the foreignness of it for a moment, distantly startled at the heady rush of pleasure when Price’s hands grasp your thighs and spread you wide for him. Price seems to notice, because he reaches up again, his broad palm settling on your nape, a thumb pressing down with a gentle insistence on your scent gland

“Easy, omega.” He gentles, and the distraction is forgotten, replaced by the soothing tenor of his voice. “You’re alright, I’m going to take care of you.”

Please, you think wordlessly, head lolling into the pillows as slick dribbles from your entrance. He swipes his fingers through it, collects it so it spiderwebs between them and hums a low, pleased sound at your arousal.

He takes a minute to explore you, and it feels so much like he’s mapping your body, disassembling and reassembling it in his mind as his hands knead the flesh of your hips and waist

“Alpha-” You keen, arching under him submissively, twisting in the sheets as something inside you pulls. It takes only a few moments before you’re on your stomach, hips raised in entreaty- presenting

You can only imagine the sight you make, bare skin reflecting the hazy bedside lamplight, spine curved enticingly as you raise your ass up to reveal your wet, leaking hole to Price’s rapturous gaze

You should be appalled at your behavior, but now all you do is look back over your shoulder at Price, who fixes you with such a dark, hungry stare that you fall into the bottomless depths of his eyes.

“Alpha, Price, please-”

Price chuckles then, low and carnivorous, hands settling on your legs and spreading them wider so he can admire you. It elicits a gasping little whine from your, fingers gripping the pillows and hips squirming against his touch, only for him to still you

“Gently, pup. Tell me if it hurts.”

You nod enthusiastically into the pillow as you feel the length of him bump against your entrance promisingly. “Yes, Price, please, just- oh f-fuck-”

Your words drop into a low, drawn out moan as he gently rocks himself inside you, the fullness making your entire body ripple with a shudder. Yet Prices presses in further still, and it takes a few hiccuping breaths to force yourself through the sudden swell of pressure before he seats himself entirely inside you

Gods, you think deliriously, If that’s how big he is, then how much larger is his knot?

Yet there’s no discomfort, not as you expected. Instead your body opens and welcomes the flushes length of him inside a velvety embrace, as if Price belongs there

Price grinds himself inside you with slow, lazy circles, and you keen, thrust back to meet him in a desperate bid for motion. Yet Price’s hand settles on you with a small amount of sterness, a gentle gesture coaxing you to still. There’s a warning little grunt that is a soft reminder to relax, submit, surrender to this man who’s keeping such gentle and firm care of you

Your air drops from your chest with a breathless moan as Price withdraws and then presses himself back inside you with slow, precise thrusts that make your knees go weak. The friction lights up something at the base of your spine you weren’t even aware existed, and the sensuous rush of dizzying pleasure races along the underside of your skin

“God, Price, it’s-” You try, voice cracking with desperate want. “Feels so good, I-”

“Shhh.” Price offers you, lowering himself across your back so the warmth of him envelops you, washing your senses in gossamer comfort. “Relax, little omega. I’ve got you.”

“Alpha-” You keen, trying to press back against him for more.

“Stay still for me, love.” He tells you, voice a little lower now in a mild warning.

You realize too late what he’s doing, sawing back and forth inside you with slow, lazy presses, working you up to a hazy-eyed orgasm that sunsets the remainder of your resistance in your thoughts. The pleasure builds, and builds more, and even when you plead with Price to fuck you in earnest he simply shushes you, traces a thumb over your gland until you go into whimpering stillness

“Doing well, omega.” He purrs in your ear, thrusting little shallow thrusts inside you that curve against a raw bundle of nerves. You gasp, wiggle again to try and chase the feeling, but Price keeps you pliant for him with a firm grasp and a low, breathy growl that makes you arch your neck with a whimper

He rewards you with a small quickening of his pace, a thumb on your gland and suddenly you’re there, right on the edge, gasping his name, forcing yourself back onto him as your orgasm washes deeply over you

It’s a slow, intensive release that has your fists curling in the sheets, breath stuttering as your walls ripple down over the length of his cock. It punches the air from your chest, entire body bowing and then releasing with a deep sigh of fulfillment

Price grunts through it, his grip on you suddenly tightening as he forces himself to not release just yet, and it isn’t until your breathing has evened out that you realize he’s still hard

Oh. You think dopily. He was just warming me up

You’re entirely right, because as soon as your breathing evens out Price suddenly picks up his pace, and you cry out with a touch of overstimulation. Yes his hands are gentle, coaxing as he works you up to another imminent release, only to draw it away, offer it, and edge you until your voice is a mere, gasping plea of his name

Breaking is not the right word, you think. Price is not so rough as to break you. Even so, this dizzying tide and retreat of endless pleasure seems to test the limits of your patience and endurance in a different way, reducing you past words and into utter compliancy, molding you into his touch and demanding a full, exhaustive surrender into him

By the time Price is thrusting with his hips slapping against yours, seeking his own release with grunted, husky breaths against your shoulder, you’re nothing more than a puddle in his hands, reduced to whimpering little keens and mewls that only seem to encourage him

“I-inside-'' You gasp when he asks you, his fingers reaching up to tangle with yours as an anchor. “Price- Price please, fuck-”

It’s the only thing you can manage before your orgasm thunders through you, making you arch with a wail of release. Price fucks you straight through it, forcing himself inside you even as you clench around him. He’s barely made a sound other then gentle murmurs and aborted little grunts this entire time, but when Price finally comes the sound he makes is sinful

It’s caught between a gasp and a growl, and you feel him press flush to you before his cock twitches with a flood of warmth, branding you in a milky white release

You’re floating still when he lays flat atop you, turning your head gently so he can press a tender, fleeting kiss to your gland

You're going to smell like him for days, maybe even weeks.

“Alpha…” You sigh dreamily as he turns you onto your sides, not withdrawing quite yet, happy to soften inside your luxurious warmth. You burrow back into him, dazed but utterly satisfied, drowsy with release

Price holds you to him, kneads circles into the leg thrown over his hip to keep you open. A remnant of his spend trickles out from your joining, and briefly his fingers dip to smear it against your folds, as if to further drown you in his scent

“Did so well, love.” He murmurs against your nape, holding you fast to his chest almost territorially. “Rest now, I’ll get us both cleaned up in a bit.”

You surrender immediately to his request, instincts entirely succumbed to the touch of the alpha holding you. Your eyes droop shut, warm slumber beckoning to you with soft darkness as he murmurs gently to you

“Going to take good care of you, omega. You’re safe with us.”

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🥂 the f1 boys... after an arguement

MEET THE CAST. CL 16 ◦ CS 55 ◦ LN 4 ◦ MV 1

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ᡣ𐭩 ⎯⎯ CHARLES LECLERC 16

" you're being ridiculous ! " Charles shouts, slamming his hands down on the marble and startling you with the loud echo of his palms against the counter.

" me ? " you mumur under your breath, leaning towards him on the opposite side of the kitchen island, " i'm the ridiculous one ? you're the one who was getting drooled on by your ex-girlfriend . " you snarled and stomped your feet.

" je ne peux pas, je ne peux pas- je ne peux pas avoir à nouveau cette fucking conversation avec toi . mon Dieu . " [ i can't, i can't- i can't have this fucking conversation with you again. my God] He ran his hand through his hair and watched as you gaped at him, slowly translating the words in your mind .

"of course," throwing your hands up in the air, you move away from the kitchen and rush down towards the foyer, "it's my fault, it cannot possibly be you, who made a goddamn mistake ?"

you collected your purse and keys, the metallic fob jingled obnoxiously against the bowl, "no it can't becau- what are you doing ? " Charles stopped mid sentence, eyes widening .

Squinting your eyes at him you shook the metal in your hand, "out."

"where is out ? je te prie de te le dire ? " [ pray tell thee ]

"anywhere but here, i need time charles." you mumured, itching to reach out and take his hand as you breathed heavily yet the anger that was bubbling up to a boil had settled into a seething magma, already solidifying into scathing stone.

"time ? " he spluttered, latching onto your bag that had just been slung onto your shoulder, "for what ?"

"for the clocks to reset." you sassed, dropping the clutch into his hand, "god. i'll be back."

the sun had begun to set by the time you had pressed in your combination into the keypad and attempted to silently pad into the apartment.

lest to say, that didn't work, because as soon as the door clicked open and the jingle of the lock had ceased, the sound of steps bounding up to you was following shortly after.

"tu es de retour, Dieu merci, tu es de retour." [ you're back, thank god you're back ] Charles hugged you tightly, hands winding around your waist to hold you close, the comfort of your heartbeat in time with his made him slump over you with relief.

you patted his back slowly, smiling inwardly, "yeah, i'm back. i told you i would be." pressing kisses to his neck but stopped short when small droplets began to wet your top.

"charlie," you sighed, pulling away to hold his red face in your hands. he sniffled and kept his gaze down on where his hands gripped your hips. his fingers fiddled with the hem of your clothing as his bottom lip wobbled and fresh tears bubbled at his lashline.

"charles ." you tried again, rubbing your thumbs against his temple, "why are you crying ? " he sniffed again and shook his head slowly, already curling around you again, going against the gentle force you applied on his face.

"pensé que" [ thought that ] he started, taking a stuttering breath, "thought that you wouldn't come back."

Your heart shattered, "why ?" with a burning throat, you blinked quickly and listened patiently.

"i was so mad, you were mad." charles bit his lip, despite the skin already being rosy and swollen, most likely from his growing worry throughout the day, "i wouldn't have blamed you, if you didn't come back. "

"honey ? " you call out, smiling gently when he finally met your eyes despite the pang that coursed through your body when you noticed the harsh red lines that sat stark in his eyes, "i would never leave you. "

"you wouldn't ?"

"no-" you choked back a sob, "no, why would you think that." scolding him, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you, trapping him in your embrace, "stupid, stupid french man." you grit out, salty streams dripping down your face.

"you're right. " he laughed wetly, rubbing a large palm down your back when you begin to sob laboriously.

"i love you," you detach from him quickly, pecking his lips, his eyes, each and every individual freckle littered on his nose and cheeks, "i love you so much- even when that bitch is slobbering over your arm."

"chérie" he starts, but presses his lips together when you pause in between your smooches to arch an eyebrow at him, "i love you too."

ᡣ𐭩 ⎯⎯ CARLOS SAINZ 55

the sun was beating down on the yacht as the crsytaline blue waves lapped at the pristine white of the boat.

you lay on the sun bed, sunglasses propped up on your head as your eyes twitched, watching as carlos and some random chick were talking on the deck.

it was the days leading up to the monaco grand prix, and since it was easiest to procure a yacht here, the boys thought to host a party, where drinks, dancing and daquiri were a must.

so as the music blasted and almost 20 other people were chatting and moving their bodiees to the music, you were busy seething as the girl ran a hand up carlos' salty, sea water covered bicep.

though you stayed away, book disgarded on your exposed stomach whilst your hands twitched with undisclosed rage at your side.

it was when you noticed that even though your boyfriend glanced down at her fingers, he made no move to push it away, that you decided to get up from your place and saunter towards them.

"-wow you're so strong, it must be so hard to drive an f1 car."

"uhm-"

" hi." you gritted out, lacing your arm with carlos', who stood frozen in his spot, "if you would so kindly, stop humping my boyfriend- i would really appreciate it."

the girl stared at you, mouth opening and closing dumbly.

" you can go do that-" you pointed to the throng of the party, where lando was dj-ing, "over there."

she scoffed and walked away, but not before she winked at the driver on your arm and shot you a dirty glare.

as soon as you were sure that she had left, you slowly turned to carlos, who was already gawking at you, "you have 5 minutes to explain, why and how she felt that she could be doing that to you."

he spluttered, eyes igniting with annoyance, "that was the daughter of one of our biggest sponsors- why would you do that ? mujer loca" [crazy woman]

"i'm the crazy one ?" you asked incredulously, "so i'm meant to watch as you let girls just, what? sex you up?"

"oh come on, you know she wasn't." he rolled his eyes, "and what could i do? if i told her no, she could get me fired."

you crossed your arms at him, "so what you're saying, that no matter what, your job is more important than me and my feelings ?"

" Ay, ¿por qué siempre dices eso? " [ay, why do you always say that ? ] carlos shook his head and held your shoulders, "you need to understand that your feelings are important to me, but so is my career."

you shake your head, "but it's all the time carlos, all the damn time." he tilts his head, large brown eyes conveying his confusion, "it's always, 'we can't go here, its bad for my reputation" or "i'll be back late, the office needs me" . what about when i need you ?"

" i can't go everywhere, it's unsafe, you know that. and i'm not always out late. " he reasons, shrugging.

" no- firstly, it was a cafe, you aren't in danger at a fucking cat cafe. and secondly, name one time this entire month that we ate dinner together."

you wait, wedged foot tapping against the laminated wood beneath your sole. carlos stills for a moment, wracking brain before looking at you again and cringing.

"- see ! "

"- i'm sorry cariño !"

you shake your head pushing away his hands, "not this time- i won't forgive you. i deserve better. "

carlos watches, gobsmacked and panicked when you walk away, already collecting your things as the yacht docks.

the bell to the cafe that you sat in jingles quietly, though you ignore it and continue to pet the sweet, grey cat that purrs in your lap whilst sipping a warm tea.

a shadow forms infront of you, and you look up, eyes widening, "carlos- what are you doing ?"

he pants, bracing his hands on his knees as he doubles over- you instictively reach out and take his hand.

"i-" he keens and pants, "i looked everywhere for you, the apartment, all the shops that you normally go to, landos place, max's place, charles' place. then i remembered that you sent me the link for the directions here." carlos leans down to kiss your head, cradling your face in his palms, "gracias a Dios te encontré". [ thank god i found you. ]

you motion to the seat infront of you, letting the cat that now watched interestedly onto the floor so you could tuck your legs beneath the table, "what do you want ?"

carlos sighs, hanging his head before taking your hand and intertwining your fingers, he rests his forehead on your conjoined hands, "i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. i told fred that- that i don't want to be talking to sponsors, y'know-" he looks up at you, kissing your hand gently, "like that, especially on my down time. and that i won't be staying in the office after 5pm."

you blink at him slowly, tightening your fingers, "oh.. good."

he finds your embarrassed gaze, and locks your eyes together, his caramel pools glistening beneath the sunlight that streamed in through the large windows. your stare softens, "i forgive you carlos." reaching forward, you brush away the hair that had fallen onto his forehead.

"you do ? i had so much grovelling left to do." he mumurs, glancing nervously to his side.

"did you seriously buy me something, already ? it's been-" you check your watch, "-3 hours ?"

"there was a plan in place Niña bonita. " [ pretty girl ] he reaches to his left and places the small black bag infront of you, "open it."

smirking, you begin to reach into the ominous container and retrieve a medium sized velvet box- as you pop it open, you gasp, "oh wow, it's beautiful."

nestled within, was a gold necklace, small diamonds hanging from the last few delicate chain links and in the middle, sat a chili pendant, petite rubies be-dazzling the body of the charm.

"i bought it a few days ago, i was waiting for the perfect moment to give it to you, but this seemed more appropriate." carlos took the jewellery in his hands and gestured for you to come closer.

craning your neck forward, you laugh quietly to yourself as you watch him stuggle with the clasp before grinning victoriously and retracts his hands away from your nape.

you take his face in your hands, "i love you." you declare as you kiss his pouted lips. he holds your wrists that rest against his jaw, running his thumb back and forth against your pulsee before whispering against your mouth,

"i love you more."

ᡣ𐭩 ⎯⎯ LANDO NORRIS 4

you stomped up to the door before banging on the wood angrily, "lando norris" you huff, "get out of this room right now."

"what ?" Lando wretched the door open, staring down at you, visibly annoyed.

"it has been 3 hours, since you have even stepped out of this room. now it is the winter break, you cannot possible think i will allow you to train on the sim for this long."

He opened his mouth to retaliate when gratingly familiar voices began to laugh and, "ohh" in the background.

"are you streaming ?" crossing your arms over, you're half tempted to push past his fuming chest and unplug the entire setup.

" so what ? you said i'm on break, i can stream if i want to." his voice began to raise dangerously.

"not when i told you that i cooked dinner," you poked his chest, making him blink, "that it's your favourite-" you poked again, "and especially not when i made that fucking tiramisu which you kept on going on and on about from japan." you push him, hard, before stalking out to the kitchen.

"wait ! " he called out, the sound of him shuffling and the door clicking closed made you grind your teeth when he didn't appear down the hallway.

Already packing up the food and placing it into the fridge carefully, you remained stoic to the fact that he had finally appeared behind you, wringing his hands as he watched you.

"babe ? "

"bab-" "what."

you turn around on your heel, growling and if he were to open his mouth to say anything, steam would most likely begin to shoot out of your ears.

Lando stared at you, still playing with his fingers, "i wanted to- uhm," he gulped when you crossed over your arms, "say that i'm sorry." he whimpered.

"you're sorry ?"

"yeah."

"so," you guffaw, "i slave over the stove for hours, cooking, whipping, mixing and you think that i'm here to serve you when all you say is a 'sorry' "

"...no ?" he cringed, squeaking when you slithered past him towards the dining table and drag out a chair before taking a seat, "i don't see the big deal."

"you don't see the big deal ? " you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes.

"no."

"no ? " you parrot, holding your face in fear that if your hands were to be free, you would strangle him.

"i really don't ."

Inhaling deeply, you attempt to find your inner peace. for both of your sakes.

"lando, it has been 2 weeks of you being back home. 14 days. 336 hours and god knows how many minutes. and throughout that time, you have not touched me," you put up a finger, "you refuse to kiss me nearly as much as you did when you were out of the continent," another finger, "and someone would think you need glasses because you never seem to be looking at me, ever."

Lando's mouth popped open, eyes darting around your face in search of a viable answer, "I-"

"and lord," you scoff, "when i go to make a romantic dinner, in hopes that you could sustain eye-contact for more than a millisecond. you go and forget that as well." covering your mouth, you dip your head down, avoiding his crumpled expression to sob into your hands.

"Are you crying ? "

"i'm not," you retort, sniffing obnoxiously.

"then what are you doing ?"

" they're called allergies. it's the pollen."

"babe," you feel his once distant presensce come and crouch down to your level, warm palms braced on your knees, "its winter."

"i know," you weep, pressing your forehead into his shoulder.

"i'm sorry my love," he pleads, bumping the crown of his head gently with yours, "im so so sorry, i didn't mean to."

you shake your head pitifully, "yes you did. you think i'm ugly" you blubber.

"no- what ? NO ?" he takes your face in his hands, smooshing your cheeks together, "you're beautiful and the only thing that's ugly is my behaviour, i should've paid more attention to you, and i didn't." Lando kissed you tenderly, fingers brushing your hair away from your wet face, "but don't you dare say that you're anything short of stunning."

"shmokay," you lisp, tongue poking through your puckered lips, "shu hungry ?"

you smile contently when he wipes your cheeks and pecks your closed eyelids, "yeah... but not for food."

ᡣ𐭩 ⎯⎯ MAX VERSTAPPEN 1

" come on schat, i said i was sorry." Max tries for what seeemed to be the fiftieth time.

" will sorry bring back the 2 hours i spent outside, looking like an idiot ?" you plant your hands on your hips, staring him down.

Max slaps his head a few times before slowly approaching you, padding his way past the bed, "I have a job, Liefde" he presses his hands together and aims his fingers at you whilst gritting his teeth.

"oh, and i don't ? " you smack his aggitating hands away from your nose, "someone call wallstreet, i've been trading illegally. since apparently, my liscence and MB- fucking - A was for nothing . "

"you being on the phone and playing with money, is different from me driving a deathbox every week. hoe kun je de twee zelfs vergelijken ?" [ how can you even compare the two? ] he eununciates.

You gasp, half tempted to smash your stilleto heel into his poised foot, but decide against it when he follows your gaze and peices together your attack, already shuffling his foot away.

"max- i will not stand here and take this from you. i trade stocks you race jumbo bumper cars."

your voice reaches a new decible as you attempt to get through his thick skull.

"now either you can apologise, or else i'm walking out of the door. because i am done explaining to you how to be a good boyfriend " you point outside the bedroom which you both were currently shouting in.

Max crossed his arms, challenging your threat.

"really ?" you ask, appalled but nonetheless collect your purse from the floor and begin to leave the threshold.

Max hums, catching your eye when you turn around, already pivoting at the corner of the doorway. He shrugs, moving to the bed to sit down and yawn nonchalantly.

You blink a few times before leaning back into the room to snatch up the keys to his pista from the dresser, "fuck you."

and with that, you left the apartment. and max, whose words were beginning to dawn on him.

your feet were beginning to ache with how much you were walking and it was almost 200% confirmed, that blood was begining to pool into the expensive interior.

the sun was starting to set from it's afternoon high point and you watched it whilst continuing on your journey down the sidewalk, already having charged an alarming amount of shopping on max's card, you were nursing a grande cup of the most expensive coffee monaco would offer.

The pista sat 10km away from you, full to the brim with your shopping, so when it began to approach you parrallel on the road, your eyebrows shot up and you were prepared to throw the steaming drink into the drivers window as it rolled down.

"schat- why is there so much shopping in here ? "max asked, guidinng the car dangerously close to the pavement.

"you should know since i charged it to your account. " you clutch your to-go cup to your chest.

Max's eyes widened as he pulled his foot off the accelarator to twist his body back and take in the sheer amount of bags that were pilled into the backseat.

"is there a problem ? " you blink at him innocently, still walking towards what appeared to be the public beach.

he turned back to you, irises huge as saucers before he cleared his throat and shook his head, "nope" his voice cracked, "not at all."

"good" you harumphed, "on my measly sallary, i couldn't afford to buy all of it. thankfully i had your card with me."

Max grimaced at your words, "please just get in, people will think i'm hustling you."

"i hope they do. imagine max verstappen 3X world champion pays for sex ? on the tabloids."

He scoffed and stopped the car, no longer entertaining your trek since your determined trot had morphed into an embarrasing limp and your eyes were starting to water.

"please get into the car, you're in pain."

"no-" you sniffed, wiping your eyes, "no i'm not, my only pain is that my boyfriend doesn't think my job is serious enough or something." you wave a hand over your face, lip wobbling.

You're too busy trying not to sob into your hands to notice that max had parked the car and was currently slamming the door shut to come comfort you, "no, no i do- i think it's serious."

his arms wrap around you as he guides your back again the car, hiding your face into his chest to kiss the crown of your head, "i'm sorry for getting mad and saying those stupid things. it was uncalled for."

you look up at him, chin resting on his shirt, "..and ?"

"and..." he huffs, "i'm sorry for not meeting you at the resturant for lunch and not telling you that i wouldn't be able to make it since my meeting ran over."

you smile at him, giggling under your breath when his hand comes up to wipe your tears away, "my job is super serious, you were mean." you pout.

"yes- i was mean."

biting your lip guility, you take a deep inhale, "and i shouldn't have called your job 'jumbo bumper cars' "

max laughs and kisses your lips softly, "yeah- i think i deserved it."

you grin against his mouth, winding your hands around his neck as he presses you against his chest, hugging you tighter, "yeah you did. but im sorry nonetheless"

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Greece: Lay Your Love On Me

Soft Daddy!Joel x f!reader

Masterlist ♥︎ Soft Daddy Masterlist

Wordcount: 3,822

Warnings: 18+, unprotected p in v, squirting, f!oral receiving, fingering, a lil sad bit about Joel's past, use of daddy, princess, baby girl, good girl, mentions of pregnancy

Summary: You find yourself standing at a crossroads, a secret threatening to upend the entire trip and your future with Joel. Will you choose to reveal the truth, risking everything, or keep your secret hidden?

Notes: I hope you enjoy! Let me know where they should go next!

As you step off the plane in Greece, you can feel the warm sun on your skin and the salty breeze in your hair. Joel takes your hand and leads you through the bustling airport, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Welcome to Greece, darlin', I can't wait to show you around this beautiful country."

You smile up at him, “Im so excited, this is one of my bucket list destinations.”

Joel leads you to a waiting car and opens the door for you. As you climb inside, he leans down and whispers in your ear, "I have a surprise for you, princess."

Your heart skips a beat. "What is it?" you ask.

Joel grins and takes your hand, squeezing it gently. "You'll see," he winks, letting a smirk crawl up his lip.

“Gimme a hint, please? Just one.”

“Patience babygirl.”

The car ride is filled with anticipation as you try to guess what Joel's surprise could be. You glance over at him, taking in his handsome features and the way the sunlight streams in through the window, highlighting his sharp jawline and the faint stubble that shadows it.

The car pulls up to a beautiful villa nestled on a hill overlooking the sparkling blue waters of the Aegean Sea. He helps you out of the car and leads you to the front door.

"Here we are," he says, opening the door with a flourish.

You step inside and your breath catches in your throat. The villa is stunning, with whitewashed walls, high ceilings, and large windows that offer breathtaking views of the sea.

"This place is amazing," you say, turning to him with a smile.

But Joel isn't done surprising you. "Wait until you see what I have planned for us," he says, taking your hand and leading you back out of the villa. You can't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity building up inside of you. You follow him down a winding path, taking in the lush greenery and the soothing sounds of nature surrounding you. The villa's splendor fades away, replaced by the serenity of the natural world.

Soon, the path opens up to a small dock, and there, moored, is a stunning boat. The sight of it takes your breath away. It's sleek, elegant, and exudes an air of luxury. Joel's eyes are shining with pride as he looks at the boat.

As Joel leads you down to the dock, you can't help but feel a sense of awe at the beautiful boat before you. It's even more stunning up close, with its polished wooden exterior and gleaming metal accents.

“Joel, don't tell me you're a sailor too. Is there anything you don't do?” You stand there teasing him.

Joel chuckles a bit, "Well, I sure can't fly a plane, but I can certainly handle a boat. I've always found the water to be incredibly soothing, and there's nothing quite like feeling the wind in your hair as you sail through the open sea.”

“Well, what's her name? Everyone names their boats.”

"Welcome to the Sarah," Joel says, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"The Sarah?" you ask, confused.

Joel takes a deep breath and begins to speak, "The Sarah is named after my daughter, Sarah. We used to go sailing together all the time, just the two of us. She loved the water, and she loved this boat. But one summer, when I was tied up with a few big clients, she decided to go on a sailing trip with a friend, and I paid for their trip out here. They took this boat... and there was an accident. Sarah didn't make it.” He pauses, looking out at the water, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Soon as things calmed down I bought this spot and the boat but haven't been able to bring myself to sell it or take it out on the water again, but I thought maybe, taking you out on it would help me feel closer to her again - I'm sorry darlin’, I don't wanna bring you down.”

You reach out and take Joel's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Joel, I'm so sorry for your loss. I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you."

He looks at you with a grateful smile and kisses the top of your forehead letting it linger for a moment.

You take a deep breath, and look out at the beautiful boat before you. "Joel, I would be honored to go sailing with you on the Sarah. I think it's a wonderful way to honor your daughter's memory, and I would be privileged to be a part of that."

Joel's eyes light up, and he squeezes your hand in return. "Thank you, princess. I can't think of anyone I'd rather have doin’ this with me."

He leads you to the boat, and you step on board, feeling the smooth wooden deck beneath your feet. Joel shows you around the boat, pointing out all the different features and explaining how everything works. You can tell he takes great pride in it, and you can't help but feel a sense of awe and respect for this beautiful vessel.

As Joel finishes up the tour, he looks at you with a mischievous grin. "Ready to set sail, darlin'?"

You grin back, feeling a surge of excitement. "Absolutely, let's do this!”

As you sail along the sparkling coastline, Joel takes on the role of tour guide, pointing out the stunning beaches, quaint villages, and awe-inspiring ancient ruins scattered throughout the landscape. The sun's rays warm your skin, leaving you feeling invigorated, while the salty breeze gently tousles your hair.

"Look, darlin', over there! That's the Temple of Poseidon, dedicated to the ancient Greek god of the sea," Joel says, pointing towards a crumbling temple perched atop a cliffside. "Legend has it that King Aegeus plunged to his death from the cliff there. After his son Thesaus' ship returned with black sails, which implied he was killed, but was not the case, he was just a dumb kid who forgot to change his sails. His heartbroken pops couldn’t take it and jumped from that cliff to his death.” Joel paused for a moment, staring up. “You know the Athenians named the Aegean Sea after him.”

You lean against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view and listening intently to Joel's words, seeing how close to home this place hits for him. "Wow, that's incredible, Joel.” You paused too, unsure what to say without being too emotional. “I can't believe I'm actually here, in Greece, sailing along the coast with you," you say, gazing up at him with adoration.

Joel grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, princess. I wanted to show you a different side of Greece, away from the crowded tourist spots."

As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, Joel drops anchor in a secluded cove, surrounded by towering cliffs and crystal-clear water. The sound of the waves gently lapping against the boat creates a soothing melody, while the cool breeze offers a refreshing contrast to the warm sun.

"I thought we could have a little picnic on the deck," Joel says, gesturing towards the spread of fresh fruit, cheese, and bread he's setting up. "I hope you're hungry."

You take a seat on the plush cushions, your eyes wide with delight. "This looks amazing, Joel. You're a chef too, what's next?" you say, as you bite into a juicy piece of fruit.

Joel smirks, pouring you a glass of chilled wine. " I guess you could say I'm a ‘jack of all trades, master of none’ type of guy. But when it comes to you, princess, I'm willing to learn and be anything you need me to be.”

You sit down to eat, as you watch the waves lapping at the shore. You look at Joel, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can we swim here?" you ask, gesturing towards the crystal-clear water.

Joel looks hesitant for a moment. "I don't think we brought any swim gear darlin’," he says, apologetically.

But you just laugh and start to take off your shirt. "Who needs swim gear?" you say, shrugging it off and tossing it onto the boat.

You slip out of your shorts and underwear, leaving you standing there in just your bra. Joel's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you, his gaze lingering on your body.

"You sure about this?" he asks.

You nod, your heart pounding with excitement. "Absolutely," you say, stepping a little closer to him. You reach up and undo the clasp on your bra, letting it fall to the ground. Joel's breath catches in his throat as he takes in the sight of you, completely naked and unafraid. Without a word, you dive into the water, feeling the coolness envelop your body as you slice through the waves. You surface a moment later, slicking your hair back from your face and laughing with pure joy.

Joel laughs and shakes his head as he watches you. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?" he calls out.

You swim back to the boat, treading water as you look up at him. "You had a surprise for me," you say with a grin. "I'm just returning the favor.” You look at Joel with a mischievous smile. "Come on, in. Don't tell me you're afraid to get a little wet," you say, challenging him.

Joel hesitates for a moment, then grins and starts to undress. He slips out of his shirt and shorts, leaving him standing there in just his boxers. You watch him with a hungry gaze, your heart pounding with anticipation. Joel hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and slowly starts to slide them down, revealing his hard cock.

You gasp as he dives into the water, swimming towards you with strong strokes.

When he reaches you, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, his hard cock pressing against your stomach. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his cock slide between your folds. You moan with pleasure as he starts to rock his hips, teasing your clit with the tip of his cock. You arch your back and push forward, rubbing your breasts against his chest. "Joel…" you sigh, trying to contain yourself.

Your hands clutch tight to his shoulders as his mouth finds its way down your neck, trailing hot kisses across you. You whimper in response, your head thrown back with pleasure.

"Tell daddy whatcha need baby."

A shiver runs down your spine. Joel continues to kiss and suckle your neck, his large hands caressing gently your breasts. “Daddy needs his baby so badly, want feel my pretty girl’s pussy. Let's get back on the boat baby girl, wanna take care of you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you try to control yourself. "Please...I want..."

"Want what darlin'? Want daddy's cocks deep inside you?"

You groan at the question, unable to speak coherently.

"Shhh…" Joel hushes, placing a finger on your lips. "Daddy'll make you come babygirl, make you scream." He helps guide you back to the boat, helping you up but more just playing with your naked ass as you try to get up into the boat. Once you're safely back on the boat again, he climbs aboard, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pulling you close.

"Let daddy put you in his mouth, give me some sweet, hot honeydew,” he croons, running one of his hands down the length of your body, causing you to squirm under his touch. "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good, princess," he murmurs before helping you lay down, his body hovering over top of yours.

You gasp as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard bud. He sucks and nips at it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your hips grinding up into his body, searching for anything. But Joel isn't done with you yet. He trails his kisses down your stomach, his lips skimming over your wet folds. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're so fucking sexy, princess," he growls.

And then he dives between your legs, his tongue plunging inside you. You cry out, your back arching off the deck. He works you with his tongue, his fingers sliding inside you to stroke your g-spot. You can feel yourself getting closer, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Daddy wants you to squirt for him, okay baby? Soak my face darlin." You let out another moan of ecstasy as he continues to work you like an eager dog, his long, thick fingers pumping fast as he thrusts deeper into you. "Daddys craving a sweet treat."

You feel your orgasm build inside you, your muscles tensing, ready to burst. You feel tears forming in your eyes as you release, your mind floating in bliss as your orgasm crashes over you like a wave. You cry out, your body shaking with pleasure as Joel replaces his face with his fingers, rubbing your clit, his face aimed in the juices currently drenching his face. Joel's fingers continue to work your clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure from your orgasm.

You lay there, panting and trembling, as he gently kisses your inner thighs, his hands still roaming over your body.

"You're so beautiful when you come, princess," he murmurs, looking up at you with a tender smile.

You reach down and thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him up for a kiss, tasting yourself all over him.

As you kiss, you can feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh. You reach down and wrap your hand around it, stroking him. Joel moans into your mouth, his hips bucking up into your hand.

"Fuck, babygirl, feels so good," he growls, breaking the kiss.

He rolls over onto his back, pulling you on top of him. You straddle his hips, your wet folds brushing against the length of his cock. You rock your hips, teasing both of you with the friction.

Joel reaches up and cups your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your nipples. You moan, your head falling back as you start to grind faster on his cock.

"That's it, princess. Ride my cock," he growls.

You obey, lifting yourself up and then sliding down, impaling yourself on his cock. You moan as you feel him fill you up, stretching you out in the most delicious way.

You start to ride him harder as you chase another orgasm. Joel meets you thrust for thrust, his hands gripping your hips as he drives up into you.

You can feel yourself getting close again, your body trembling with pleasure. Joel must sense it too, because he sits up and wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he thrusts up into you.

"Come for me, princess. Want that sweetness all over daddy's cock," he growls in your ear.

His words push you over the edge, your orgasm crashes over you like a wave. You cry out, your body shaking as Joel continues to thrust up into you.

Finally, you collapse against him, panting and trembling. Joel kisses your forehead, holding you close as he catches his breath. "Think you got one more in ya for me babygirl? wanna come with ya this time."

You nod, closing your eyes as you try to collect your thoughts. Your body feels heavy and weak, your brain hazy from the combination of adrenaline and love making.

"S'okay, come here, baby girl," he says, as he helps lay you back down. "You comfortable?" he asks.

"Mhmm," you hum, smiling sleepily at him.

He chuckles and leans over you, kissing you softly. "Good," he whispers. He slides one of his hands between your legs and traces up your slit. "You're so wet, baby girl."

You open your eyes and gasp as he dips his finger into your moist folds.

"Mmmm, my favorite flavor," he whispers as he takes his finger out, suckling on it like a baby cow finding milk. "You ready for daddy's cock? give it a real good milking baby."

"Yes please," you whine, your fingers curling around his shaft. "Please daddy!" you beg.

"You've been so good babygirl, daddy's going to fill you right up. Okay, baby girl," he smiles wickedly. "You tell daddy if you're gettin' uncomfortable."

"I promise."

As Joel enters you again, he takes his time, savoring the feeling of your tight warmth around him. He begins to thrust slowly, building up a steady rhythm as he watches your reactions. Your eyes flutter shut, your breath hitching with each movement. "Fuck, you feel so good, princess," Joel groans, his hands gripping your hips as he drives deeper into you. "So hot baby girl, so tight. Yessss," he growls. You can see him struggling not to lose control, wanting desperately to keep this lasting as long as possible.

"Daddy please! Fuck I'm almost there," you yell, your nails scratching his skin.

"Gonna come babygirl," Joel pants.

With one last thrust, your orgasm bursts over you, your body shuddering with pleasure. You cling onto Joel, needing him as much as he needs you. In the same moment, Joel lets out a low guttural groan and spills himself inside you, clutching you to his chest.

"God dammit, babygirl," he curses, burying his face into your neck.

After catching your breath and sharing a few tender kisses, Joel pulls out of you and helps you to your feet. You both gather your clothes and dress before Joel starts the engine and guides the boat out of the cove, navigating the open waters with ease.

As you sail along the coastline, Joel takes on the role of tour guide once more, pointing out the stunning beaches, quaint villages, and awe-inspiring ancient ruins scattered throughout the landscape. You listen intently to his words, feeling a sense of awe and wonder at the beauty surrounding you.

But as the day wears on, you start to feel a little nauseous, your stomach churning with an unfamiliar sensation. You try to brush it off as seasickness, but the feeling persists, even as Joel guides the boat to a picturesque cove.

"We're here, princess," Joel says, a note of excitement in his voice. "This is one of my favorite places in Greece. It's a little-known spot, but it's absolutely stunning."

You nod and smile, trying to hide your discomfort. Joel helps you off the boat and leads you up a winding path, taking in the breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape. Eventually, you reach a hidden plateau, where a small taverna sits nestled among the trees. Joel leads you to a table, pulling out a chair for you to sit in.

"I hope you're hungry. The food here is absolutely amazing," he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You nod, but the nausea persists. You excuse yourself to the restroom, trying to compose yourself and shake off the feeling as you splash water on your face and stare at your reflection in the mirror.

When you return to the table, Joel notices that something is off. "You okay, princess?" he asks, his brow furrowed with concern.

You nod, trying to force a smile. "Yeah, just feeling a little seasick. But I'll be okay," you say, taking a sip of water.

Joel watches you carefully, his eyes filled with worry. "You sure, darlin'? We can head back to the villa if you need to rest. It's been a long day in the sun. "

You shake your head, not wanting to ruin this trip for Joel. "No, I want to stay. I'm just feeling a little off. I'm okay, please lets stay," you assure him.

Joel nods, but he doesn't look convinced. "If you're sure," he says, taking your hand in his.

Joel orders a spread of fresh seafood and local dishes for the two of you, and you try to enjoy the meal despite your lingering discomfort. The food is indeed delicious, but you find yourself picking at your plate more than actually eating.

After dinner, you suggest taking a stroll through the marketplace, hoping the fresh air and distraction might help alleviate your nausea. Joel agrees, and the two of you wander through the bustling streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the vibrant market.

As you browse through the stalls, you can't help but linger on a particular piece - a delicate gold chain with a small sapphire pendant. You're admiring it when Joel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck. You feel a little embarrassed at being caught. "It's just so beautiful," you say, your fingers tracing the smooth metal.

Before you know it, Joel has purchased the necklace for you, slipping it into your hand with a wink. "A little something to remember our trip by, princess," he says, his eyes filled with warmth.

You gasp, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "Joel, I can't accept this," you protest, your voice trembling with emotion.

He squeezes your hand, his gaze steady. "You can, and you will," he says, his voice firm but gentle.

You nod, overwhelmed by his kindness and generosity. You lean up to kiss him, feeling a surge of love and gratitude wash over you, and you put the necklace on admiring it in your fingertips.

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As Joel drives the car back to the villa, you feel a growing sense of unease in your stomach. You try to ignore it, telling yourself it's just the aftermath of the boat ride, but the feeling persists. When you get back to the villa, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, telling Joel you need a moment to freshen up.

Once inside, you take a deep breath and pull out the pregnancy test you had bought earlier at the market, sneaking it into your bag without Joel noticing. You had been feeling a little off lately, but you dismissed it as stress or exhaustion. But now, as you stare down at the test in your hand, you can't help but feel a sense of dread.

You take the test, setting it down on the counter as you wait for the results. The minutes tick by, each one feeling like an hour. Finally, the time passes, and you look down at the result.

Your breath catches in your throat, your mind racing as you try to process what you're seeing.

Positive.

You're pregnant.

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thefandomdirtymind · 7 months

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Hello! I saw your post you're open for a request and I was wondering if I could I have OPLA Sanji?

About Sanji fall in love towards reader but reader was hesitate and unsure if Sanji is being sincere it's like she's having trust issues since Sanji is considered a ladies' man or flirty and was afraid he'll broke her heart?

A/N IMPORTANT: Hey, thank you for your request Anon ! I had to confess that it was kind of a hard one for me because well...trust issu hit close from home and I just start to write that angst even if it was not my specialty, but I really like the result and I hope you will too !

Trust Issues

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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Love wasn’t your cup of tea. Sure, the idea of a partner supporting and adoring you like you deserve was cute. But, in your opinion, you have already done enough. After all, your last relationship has resulted as becoming a pirate and being abandoned by your lover to save his ass. And, If the humiliation hadn’t been enough, not long after your escape for the marines, you had seen him parading with his new lady wrapped around his arm. Like if you hadn’t existed at all.

So, nobody could blame you if you had some trust issues and an aversion for ladie’s man.

It’s why you knew the minute you saw his smile what Vinsmoke Sanji was : A pretty flirt.

If it was only you, you had refused his presence on the ship, but, like Luffy had said, the Going Merry needed a cook and the man was a hell of a fighter. As the morning came, you couldn’t also deny the fact that he looked incredibly good in his suit, his bag on his shoulder, ready to come aboard. Smiling at the instant he spotted you.

“ Hello Madam, I'm glad we met again. Can I say that you seem even more beautiful in this sunlight” He offered, from the dock, as you were sitting on the main deck rail adjusting a rope.

“ You may, but it doesn't mean I will accept the compliment. Luffy is on the upper deck if you search him” You coldly replied, trying to shut down your traitor heart. You will not fall for another pretty face, never.

“ I didn’t expect much Madam, thank you for the information “ Sanji replied, his mood in nothing affected by your coldness. Sure, he had hoped for a warmer welcome, but after serving you the night before and found himself unable to turn his gaze away from your beauty. He was satisfied with just being part of the same crew as you, the rest would come later he had assumed.

It took, in fact, way longer than he first thought. For the entire few weeks he had been on board, you hadn’t looked or talked to him except to thank him for the food or urgent matters.

Many times, the crew had tried to talk to you, asking you to be more nice with Sanji. But, even if you could feel his charm often softened your shield, your stubbornness was even stronger.

It wasn’t easy for Sanji either. He knew you clearly disliked him without knowing why. When, on his part, the more he was admiring you, watching you laugh with the others, hearing your brilliant plan, watching you gracefully climb the cordage and being as stubborn as him. Make him love you even more. Everyday, he was trying to charm you, offering you compliments, taking an interest in what you were doing or simply making you the best food he could. But, nothing worked, you answered him quickly and as coldly as always.

It'll take another two months and a storm before Sanji has enough.

The rain was falling for hours,helped by a wind so strong that you had to close one of the sails to avoid drifting away. Each two hours or so, the members of the crew were making a rotation, trying as much as possible to not fatigue themself too much and end up falling into the water.

You were the only one still standing, drenched by the cold rain, your muscles sore by the force necessary to keep the helm stable. Multiple times Nami and Usopp had tried to push you to take a rest or at least eat something warm, but each time you refused resolutely, you would pass that storm and rest after.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sanji was finishing his soup, preparing three bowls for the crew member who will come downstairs to take their rest. As he prepared himself for going upstairs, doing his part, the blond chef saw Nami and Usopp going down the stairs, alone. You aren’t with them, again.

“ Where Y/N ” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“ She refuses to budge of the helm. we tried to talk to her but it’s like talking to a rock” Nami replied, wrapping herself in a big towel.

“ I’ll come back, I will bring her here “ Sanji only replied, his happy mood now sour. It wasn’t rare in the time who’s he was running the restaurant with Zeff that he lost his temper. He had lost it already a time or two during battle, but against another member of the crew,it was a first.

Making his way to the helm, he looked at you, already knowing it will not be easy. But, to be sure you’re in security, he was ready to fight you if he had to.

“ Y/N, your time has long passed, I will replace you. I prepared a dry towel and warm soup in the kitchen. Go take some rest “ He first tried.

“ I’m not tired or hungry “ You simply replied with your gaze focused on the horizon.

“ Then I’m afraid I have to excuse myself Darling “ Profiting from an adjustment of your position, he then proceeds to lift you on his shoulder, easily dodging all your attacks, as he was getting you down in the ship to dry both of you.

“ How dare you ! “ You scream, shaking of rage and cold. As he sits you on one of the kitchen stools and throws a dry towel at you. “ I was perfectly fine !”

“ You were on a trip to catch death ! “Sanji replied sharply, his gaze dark and his wet form in a stiff posture with anger “ I don’t know what I exactly did to make you dislike me like that, but I can care for you if you do some stupid things like that ! “

“ Then just don’t care about me and go flirt somewhere else !!” You angrily answered.

Taken aback, Sanji tilted his head, frowning his eyebrow, clearly confused.

“ Wait…what…You dislike me…because I flirted with you ?“ He slowly asked, trying to understand your point.

“ I just don’t understand why you haven't given up yet ! I had already done with the damn flirty kind, go charm your other ladies and leave me alone ! “

" My other…” Sanji starts disbelief. “ I don’t give up because I care for you…stubborn woman! " Sanji tried to say. Never had he thought that it was his manner that you hated so much. " But if my affection isn't required, fine, eat and rest, that's all I ask " He sighs ,disappearing upstairs.

A long and heavy silence fell in the kitchen after he left, leaving you with a curiously heavy heart and some concerned gaze of Nami and Usopp eating their soup. After a while, you sigh, defeated and take yourself a bowl. As always, the dish was perfectly balanced and delicious.

" You know y/n...I know your story, I understand, I do. But…Sanji didn't flirt with any woman aside from you for months…I think he genuinely likes you, " Nami softly spoke. "Of course I'm not you and you have all the right to act like you do, but it’s not Sanji's fault. He’s not him… and I think the day he will stop caring for you, you will realize it’s will be maybe too late”.

“ Maybe “ You admit, finishing your food before leave it into the sink and heading to the door” I will sleep a little, wake me up when it will be our turn again please “

But she never woke you up and when you opened your eyes, the sun was shining again on another day.

Sanji wasn’t the kind of man who'd give up easily, neither on his dream nor on the people he loved. But, even with his flirty tendency, respecting women and their wishes was a priority. It’s why, even if it cost him and that your word had wounded him, on that sunny day, he started to restrict at the minimum his attention to you.

And you noticed it immediately. His gaze on you, usually full of affection, was now more distant, he didn’t ask you if you had slept well, nor if you would like something in particular for breakfast, he simply put an omelet in front of you, smiled politely and returned to his occupation. Yes, for Sanji it was odd, but, as a ladie’s man you give him a week before going back to his old habit.

Luckily for you, life decided to give both of you a hand.

Your estimation could never be more wrong. After two weeks of polite but cold Sanji, you were almost wishing you never had that fight. Your traitor heart was missed his radiant smile toward you, his compliments for every little detail of your person or the way he tried to know every one of your favorite things. But you had broken it and you were now unsure how to repair it. Excuse could probably do the charm, but your stubbornness was always blocking you, estimating that protecting your heart wasn't shameful.

The Going Merry was anchored alongside an island, doing his needed resupply. As the last barrel had been brought on board, you followed the idea of Zoro and decided to join your companions for a drink at the little bar on the beach.

But, as you put your foot in the small place, you froze, your mind resuming to a static white noise. Your ex, already another lady at his arm, was installed with his crew at the largest table of the little tavern.

“ Hey Y/N come here, that table is free ! “ Luffy exclaimed, not noticing your stiffness.

“ Y/N is that you ! Damn girl, I haven't seen you since you were surrounded by Marines ! I own you for this one, how did you escape ?! “ The despicable man shouted, clearly more happy to see you, than you were to see him. “ Darla, that girl was... my most loyal crew member. “He explained to the girl at his side “Look at you, have you always been that pretty ? “

The compliment was the last straw that snapped you out of your shock. How could he talk to you so casually after all you had endured because of him. Doesn’t he have an ounce of regret or shame ?!

“ I escaped on my own after you had cowardly abandoned me ! “ You replied, as Sanji placed himself behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder in support.

“ Y/N, that man clearly doesn’t deserve your time, come, the drink will arrive soon” He tried, giving a hard look at the pathetique Captain who was now coming a you, his hand scratching his hair, gauging if Sanji was a menace for his future plan with you or not.

“ Not deserving of his time, I had already two years of her time mate, go sip your beer and let us discuss. Y/N and I have many things to talk about. I haven’t abandoned her, I knew she could escape, she’s a smart cat. Aren't you Sweet pea”

“ I have nothing to say to you, thank you Sanji but I’m not in the mood. Being in the same room as him would suck all the joy I have. I will be on the ship. “ You simply replied, making your exit before tears ran down your cheeks.

Sat on the upper deck, watching the night sky, the fresh wind drying your last tears, you saw Sanji came back onboard. Without a word, he simply sat beside you and offered you the bottle he was keeping in his hand.

“ Zoro sent his regards and I’m here to tell you that I’m sorry. I had tried to respect your wish, but I couldn’t stop myself tonight. I can’t not care for you and that man was...he shouldn’t ever treat a lady as you like that. Maybe now he had learn “

“ Sanji, what did you do? “ You asked, strangely touched that he had actually take your defense even after you had left.

“ I kicked his pathetic and disgraceful ass. I couldn’t tolerate the way he was looking at you, talking to you...But I understand now how my behavior led you to dislike me when I arrived, But I assure you that…”

“ I know, “ You said your heart, still fragile, beating faster.” You aren’t him and I should have waited to know you. I was scared, I didn’t want to like you because I was afraid to repeat the same story. But even if I tried, I realize when you had stop to caring for me that I miss it, I missed you…a lot“

Suddenly unusually shy, his cheeks a slightly shade of faded pink in the dark, Sanji avoided your gaze, a joyful smile spreading on his lips.

“ I suggest that we start over. We can't forget all those months but we can restart our relationship.I can’t wait to truly know you Y/N” He tell, finally planting in gaze in yours, that lost spackles in his eyes, the one you though forever vanish, back even brighter that ever.

“ I can’t wait too, Sanji “ You softly smile.

___

Your first kiss with Sanji happened a little shorter than a month later. At exactly the same spot.

Since that night, you have made a habit of watching the sky together, sharing stories, passions and thoughts. Even if the blond cook, not without surprise, seems to find the constellation less appealing than your sweet view at his side. But, you slowly adapted yourself to his flirting and even often replied, to his joy.

It was in one of those moments, as you turned your head to point to him a group of stars that Sanji captured your lips, answering your heart's deepest desire from months and even probably since the tall man had put a foot on the deck.

Somewhere on the lower level of the ship, you hear the playful screams and wolf whistles of your friends. But, as he captured your lips for another kiss you couldn't care less. You had an amazing group of friends, the sea was peaceful and with the help of Sanji, your heart finally started to heal.

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your honeymoon in greece with steve is perfect | inspired by a certain boy sailing in greece. this is sickeningly sweet i cannot be stopped. hope you enjoy! | 1.7k, afab reader (& nicknames like pretty girl), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v (pls don't be dumb), literally just the softest smut. 18+!!! mdni!!!

Steve looks like a fucking greek god. It’s fitting for your honeymoon in Greece. He belongs among the finest art with his sun-kissed skin, sparkling smile, and hair styled by the salt and wind from the sea. And yet, he’s here. Head between your thighs, large hands grasping at the soft flesh there as he spreads you open for him. The gold band on his ring finger glints in the light of the setting sun streaming in through the window, and your heart squeezes in your chest when you notice it.

Only for a second, though, because you’re entirely overwhelmed by Steve’s perfect mouth on your clit, his perfect fingers in your cunt, pressing to just the right spot to make you moan his name, “Steve, I’m.. oh—”

At the sound of his name, Steve’s eyes flick up to yours, all honeyed and soft. He’s pink, the mark of the sun after your day on the boat, a pretty smattering of freckles out in full force. His lips curve into a smile as he hums against you, sending vibrations all the way up your spine. Your toes curl, and you bury your hands in his thick hair, tugging harder than you mean to. Steve doesn’t mind.

He kisses the crease of your thigh lightly, then another to the inside of your thigh, close to your cunt, but not close enough. He nips at your skin, leaves a mark that only he’ll know is there. Steve knows you well enough to know that you’re about to tip over the edge as you whimper, “Stevie, I-I need—“

“Need more, I know, baby. I’ve got ya,” he murmurs softly before he dives back in, fingers curling in just the right way to make you fall apart. And you do, thighs struggling against his hand, moaning loud enough to make Steve grin smugly, “Atta girl, honey.”

Your chest heaves as the high ebbs. Steve’s head pops up after pressing a kiss to your hipbone, and he scrubs the back of his hand across his mouth messily. If you weren’t already hot all over, you definitely would be now as you watch him closely. He’s smiling again, but less smug this time as he makes his way back up your body, scattering kisses up your torso, chest, and neck until he can plant one on your lips. Your smile mimics his as you sigh, “Fuck, Stevie.”

“Y’so pretty, baby,” he whispers, soft against your skin, “‘specially when you cum. And the sound you make? Perfect, just like you.”

One of Steve’s elbows presses into the pillows beside your head, the other rests as a warm weight on your ribs just below your breasts. He dips down to kiss you, lips slotting against yours perfectly. The hand on your sternum is delicate, the pad of his thumb brushing across your skin in time with his kisses. You card your fingers through his hair again to get his attention, and give him a cheeky smile when he finally looks at you, “Wanna hear it again?”

Steve groans with a laugh, knowing exactly what you’re asking, and nods eagerly, “‘Course I do, baby.” He shifts until one of your legs is hitched up over his hip, the length of his cock sliding between your folds and collecting the mess of slick and spit there. You gasp as the tip bumps against your clit once, twice.

He swallows your sounds with another searing kiss before reaching between your bodies to spread your slick over his shaft before lining up at your entrance. His forehead presses to yours, soft eyes searching yours for a moment as he whispers, “Shit. So wet f’me, baby. You ready?”

You barely respond with a nod before he’s pushing his hips forward, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration. You’re used to the stretch by now, the dull ache as he eases inside of you, even when he’s already worked you open with his fingers or tongue, but he still takes it slow until his hot skin is pressed to yours. It only lasts a moment before the pain fades into pleasure and you let him know without words, tracing your thumb up the crease between his brows to smooth it.

His eyes jump to yours, and you swear you stop breathing for a second just from how he’s looking at you. He’s backlit by the late afternoon sunlight, glowing golden like your very own angel on earth. You do lose the ability to breathe only a moment later as Steve draws his hips back and then rolls back in. It forces another surprised gasp out of you, the air punched out of your lungs in the best way.

“Oh god, Steve,” you moan, hands traveling up from his biceps to work over his shoulders, fingers threading into the damp hair at the nape of his neck. “Feel so full. You— ah, fuck — you feel so good, baby.”

“Christ, honey,” Steve groans, turning his head to press a kiss to your bicep, a slow, sweet drag of his cock in and out of your hot, wet cunt, “Swear you were made just f’me.”

You really were made just for him, and now you’re his and he’s yours — in all of the ways. Your arms close around his neck, yanking him down harder than you mean to until his chest is against yours in a need to be closer, “All yours, Stevie. ‘M yours.”

Steve could nearly fall apart then and there at your words, still in disbelief that you ever agreed to marry him, of all people. But he doesn’t. He holds it together, burying his face in the crook of your neck as your hands roam over his shoulders, delicate, featherlight touches over the scars on his sides. It’s so soft and sweet, despite the filthy sound of his skin slapping yours, the wetness between your thighs, your high-pitched moans and whimpers as he rolls his hips, grinding into you.

When he pulls back up to look at you, he’s so fucking in love it hurts. Your eyes are heavy as you struggle to keep them open, too lost in the feeling of him to really try. And the noises you’re making are the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard. He reaches one hand up to cradle your cheek gently, hips slowing against yours as he murmurs, “Lemme see you, love. Wanna see your eyes, pretty girl.”

You whine at the change of pace, but do as he asks, gazing up at him and turning your head to press your cheek into his touch. His hazel eyes are molten as he looks at you with all the love in the world, and despite what you’re doing, despite the fact that you married this man just a few days ago, you feel shy. You’ve never been looked at with such love, and it’s overwhelming. Earth-shattering, even. You draw his face back to yours, nose pressing into his as you whisper before a kiss, “I love you, Steve. Love you so much.”

His forehead presses to yours, your admission drawing a ragged breath out of him. He whispers your name like a prayer and replies, “Love you. I love you, honey. I love you.”

A hand snakes down between the two of you to find your clit as he pushes deeper, the tip of his cock finding the sweet spot inside of you. He’s babbling your praise in your ear as you clench around him, hips stuttering at the feeling, “Fuck, baby. So good for me. Perfect, pretty cunt. So tight, sweetheart. Gonna cum? Know you’re close, c’mon, angel—“

The noise you let out is half moan, half sob as your orgasm crashes over you. You arch off the bed, chest pressing into Steve’s, fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave a mark. He’s not far behind, hips still stuttering, cock twitching inside of you as he fucks you through the high. And when the fog clears enough, you pull his face back into your neck, fingers in his hair as you whine, “Cum for me, Stevie, please. Wanna feel you inside me. Love you so so much.”

Steve gasps into your skin, moaning as he cums inside of you. His body shakes with the exertion, one of your hands caressing his hair, the other stroking up his spine gently. When he’s spent, he all but collapses on top of you, though you welcome it with a tug of your legs around his hips until his chest is crushed against yours.

It’s quiet in your room, save for your heavy breathing into the crook of the other’s neck. Steve presses a kiss to your damp skin, one hand drawing up your side slowly. His fingertips tickle, though he doesn’t mean to, and you giggle, shying away from his touch. But your laugh eggs him on, fingers pressing into your side purposefully to draw the same sound out of you again.

“Stevie!” you say his name in protest, though it’s not very intimidating when it’s laced with another giggle. Your bones feel like jelly still, and you weakly push at his hands in an attempt to stop him. He only surrenders when you bribe him with a kiss that turns into two, and then three.

Later, after you’ve both cleaned up, you crawl back into bed together, naked and glowing in the traces of light still streaming in. You press your cheek to his chest, fiddling with his fingers, twisting his ring around and around. And when you look up at him, he’s already staring at you, nothing short of reverent. Your own ring catches the last rays of sun, bathing the both of you in bits of sparkling gold. It’s fucking perfect.

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Sailing Close to the Wind

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 8.2k

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), CW food mention, CW violence, TW injury.

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Trousers, oh you'd love to kiss the person who invented trousers. You can't climb a mast with heavy cotton skirts especially without anyone below getting a full look at what's under it. Not to mention how comfortable it is, granted it's technically not your trousers, it's a bit big on the waist so you have to use a rope and some type of knot that James taught you. The cotton shirt and lambskin vest makes you look like an honest to god pirate, you fit right in, if only you could get up on the perch without falling.

The wind is breezing by you as you find leverage with your foot on the iron footholds, your hands are clammy, eyes strained against the sun and wind. The height thrills you, reminding you of the time when you used to jump all-over roofs to escape coppers.

“Hurry up, gorgeous! I'm bleeding up here!” Yuri screams from the top, showing you her so-called injury on her palm. It's bleeding, yes but it definitely does not need any stitching.

You swear she's messing with you. Training you perhaps? But it wouldn't matter as you won't stay on the revenge for too long. According to Miles, land is close, a couple of days at most. You secretly hope it's more than two, you're liking your stay on Hobie's ship, dare you say you're quite fond of having the crew around. Minus all the rival pirates and navy ships attacking the revenge, maybe you'll love it more here if those events don't happen on a daily basis.

There's a sense of security on the ship or maybe you're just beginning to get used to the routine and you just don't want the routine to get derailed by leaving the ship.

Even with all the dangers of staying on a pirate ship, you'd like to stay a few more days on it.

Your mind flies back during the crew meeting a week ago while you're slowly making your way up towards the crow’s nest. You can still feel everyone's eyes on you but you've only got your eyes clocked on to Hobie's intense look, he's determined, lips curling into a smirk as he says your name in front of the crew.

“Lastly, we're gonna need scuttlebutt, she's the only person not known to the navy in the colony.” Hobie's voice tells the crew but his gaze stays on you.

“She'll be our distraction then?” Ned asks.

You suddenly feel sweaty in front of everyone's eyes.

“Aye, we've already discussed her part. She knows what she's gonna do.” He stares at you intently, addressing you only. “After that you can finally get back on land.” You nod, slowly. Hobie finally looks away from you, speaking to the crew.

“Everyone else just needs to follow her lead. This isn't your first heist, you all know how to work with each other, keep up with the plan and we'll get the documents we need.”

“Remember, distraction,” Gwen glances at you briefly, “no guns inside, we get in the governor's office, get the plans, we get in and we get out quick.” Gwen speaks up from Hobie's right, her tone is serious, the low lamps swaying in the ship's movement makes shadows dance on her face.

“After that a round in the tavern, right?!” Two-fingers shout from the corner, most of the crew cheers with him.

“If we do everything right.” To everyone's dismay, Hobie corrects the cheering crew.

Yuri faces Hobie with a stern look. “Then after that we get the bastard, we get our bloody revenge, and then we're done.” you feel the tension filling the cramped space. “We go back to what we used to do.” Hobie observes her quietly, “The sea is calling and we better fucking answer, am I right cap'n?”

Hobie inhales, you could only get a glimpse of his anger flash across his face. “Then we answer the call”

The sudden rhythmic stomping from the crew makes you jump, Pavitr turns to you, whispering close. “So you've already discussed it with the captain, huh?” he wiggles his brows.

“Really, Pav?”

He continues to wiggle his eyebrows that are weirdly flexible. “Is that all you've discussed? Orrrr” You roll your eyes.

“Pav?”

“Yeah?”

“Go jump overboard”

“If that will get you to stay then I will jump overboard.” He happily says, skipping away from you.

“Wait what—?”

Yuri reaches down, flexing her ringed fingers for you. “C’mon landlubber, I'll help you up before the wind takes you.” her voice brings you back to reality.

You take her hand, “Thanks, how did I do?”

“You climb like my old hamster. Very cute but not very fast.” Heaving you up, you finally reach the bird's nest.

The circular space is filled with random stuff hanging from the banisters. A sextant hangs on a ribbon on your right, an old telescope swings in the wind, hitting your shin. The basket of yarn sits by your feet, a pair of knitting needles lay next to it.

“Thanks?” you look around and the view takes your breath away, the sun shines brightly painting the open water in watercolor light. There's nothing but blue as far as your eyes could see, you've never felt tinier in your entire life.

Waves heading in different directions, seagulls circling above the ship, providing a chorus of unending squawking.

“You're welcome, pretty.” She sits down on a tiny stool, palm up. “Before I bleed out.”

You chuckle. “You're not gonna bleed out,” taking a bandage and ointment from your handy dandy trouser pocket, you squat in front of Yuri. “It's just a scratch, and here I thought pirates are all tough.”

“Am I a pirate? Haven't felt like it recently.”

You look up at her, pausing from treating her wound. “What do you mean by that? Of course you're a pirate.”

“You look like a pirate too, Y/N, but logically speaking, you're not one of us.”

“Touché” you continue to bandage her hand, there's a sudden weight in your chest. “And here I thought you're not a pirate?” You throw back her own words.

She laughs, the sound akin to tiny bells twinkling. “Oh I'm gonna miss you and your wit.”

You smile genuinely, “and my medical prowess too?”

“That and more, doc.”

“Yuri, can I ask you a question before I inevitably leave?”

She stretches her hand, trying out the bandages. “Finally!” You jump slightly. “And here I thought you would pass asking me all your incessant questions.”

“Am I that annoying?”

“Oh no you're not, don't worry, darling. We're just not used to having new comers, the last time we had one was a while ago. And that was Danny, bleh.”

“Great, and here I thought everyone hates it when I ask questions.”

“They do,” you blink, “but if they ever complain they get a stare down from Gwen so they let you be curious.”

You bite back a laugh.

Yuri crosses a leg over the other. “So what is your question? I'm dying to know.”

You clear your throat. “During the meeting–?”

“Ah that!” She leans on the railing, shoulders relaxed, face facing the sun as it bathes her in sunlight. “The whole revenge thing has put a stop to our usual…” Yuri thinks of an appropriate word. “Adventures, that's why I just want it done and over with. Three years chasing the king's flame is too long, don't you think?”

“The king's flame?” You try to recall his real name that you've read a few times in the newspaper. “Captain Mathias something something.”

“Oh he's something alright, got our captain's knickers in a bunch for three straight boring years.” She pauses to look at you through her eyelashes. “I hate the wanker as much as the crew but my god I just want to bring him down as soon as possible.”

Sighing, she squeezes the bridge of her nose. “The navy attack was a blessing in disguise I suppose, if not for the lieutenant singing we wouldn't get the information about his little travel directory.”

You nod. “You just want to go back to pirating, I get it now.”

She hums. “That's why I like you so much”

You look away embarrassed, clearing your throat, you continue. “About the whole revenge thing? Everyone dances around it every time I ask and—”

“Maybe you'll find out if you stay long enough.” She smiles, a genuine one without a hint of flirting. “We need you y’know.”

“I know but I've got my own path to follow.”

“Screw following your path!” She waves you away, clicking her tongue. You frown at her. “I know you're starting to like it here. Look, I'm not opposed to you staying, I haven't seen this crew this healthy in a loooong while. Not to mention, Hobie bounced back real quick after all the attacks. Morale is at an all time high.”

“Only because he had less to worry about, like the crew dying of infection and disease.” you scoff.

“No, it's the opposite, he has more to worry about.”

You quirk a brow questioningly.

“You're asking the wrong questions, doc.”

“And what questions should I ask then?”

“Why did the hellion flee? They clearly had us, they just had to sail to us, back up the smaller ship but they didn't, they stayed behind, watching.”

You blink slowly, contemplating. “This didn't come up during the meeting. Have you told Hobie?”

“Of course I have and he reacts the same way every time I express my concerns about his revenge plan.” She shakes her head. “Fuckin’ indifferent.”

“I can tell him, maybe he'll listen.”

Yuri gives you a look, a neat eyebrow raised, lips straight. “Please, he might actually throw you overboard this time. We've tried that, love, trust me nothing's holding him back. He'll only stop once he gets his hands on the captain and I don't think even death itself will stop him either.”

“What did the navy do to him to warrant that?”

“Y’know what,” she stands up, stretching her back. “Go back down to the deck, Hobie's been staring at us for a while and I think his iris is burned from staring too close to the sun for too long.”

Sure enough, you look down to see Hobie knocking on the wooden mast, the sound reverberates upwards. He looks tinier from up where you are.

“Come down here and make yourself useful!” his hands are cupped around his mouth, yelling out.

Staring back at Yuri, she busies herself with her knitting, crafting a dark blue scarf. She waves you off wordlessly, eyes trained on her craft.

You climb down carefully, making sure your foot has leverage and your hands properly holding onto the steel bars.

Your mind filters through more questions, why would the crew not just answer you directly? Why does everyone compare you to the mysterious MJ? What is up with Hobie and the navy—?

A strong gust of wind suddenly blows past. With your hands slipping off the metal, feet unhooking from the foothold, you fall. Barely letting out a sound, you close your eyes, bracing for impact.

But you don't land on the floor with a harsh splat, instead you feel strong arms enveloping you, a hand gripping onto your thighs tightly, fingers spread across your shoulder, holding and tender on your skin.

“Fuckin' hell!” You hear someone yell.

Cracking an eye open, you see Hobie's furrowed brows, chest heaving. After seeing you alright, his face morphs into the most smug look you've ever seen. His lips curling into a smirk, eyes crinkling in the corners, dimples in full display. With his eyes full of wordless teasing, he opens his mouth with confidence.

“Got you fallin’ for me now, hmm?” The sun shines behind him, giving him a heavenly halo above his head. You swear you want to punch it off his face.

Shoving yourself off his arms, he drops you unceremoniously, you land on your behind with an ‘oomph’. Hobie looks down at you with a growing smile, hands tucked in his pants, his casual shirt dances with the wind, giving you a full show of his exposed chest. You sneer at him, wanting to tug the strings on his shirt to close it and maybe strangle him with it.

“A thank you would be great” He snickers, “saved your life a few times now. We should have a board here that tallies it all down.”

You stand up, pretending to dust yourself off but in truth, your tailbone hurts. “I fell from six feet, I would've survived, thank you very much.”

“You are very welcome, scuttlebutt” you can't believe it but he still manages to irk you.

Sucking in your teeth, you exhale, letting out your frustrations through it lest you get thrown overboard by the captain himself.

“What do you want, Hobie?”

“It's captain to you.”

“Captain” you say with gritted teeth, eyes searing holes into his shirt.

“That's better, I need help with tying the sail down. The others are unfortunately busy”

You raise an eyebrow, “why don't you do it yourself?”

“The wind’s too strong, I need someone to hold the ropes.” Hobie points at the large flapping ropes tied around the main mast, it could take someone's eye out with how wild it's moving around.

“Fine”

—

You're practically hugging the entire mast, making sure the numerous ropes stay close to the wood, the hemp ropes slap you across the face while another gust of sea wind passes through you, fluttering your lashes. You're glad that you're wearing trousers instead of the usual long skirt.

Hobie wrangles the wild cords. You can't see him but based on all the groaning and frustrated grunts, the ropes seem to be winning.

“Alright, got this one tied—fuck!” You hear a slapping sound against cloth. Silently chuckling, you'd give anything to have seen that just now.

“Hand me the next one!” He yells atop the rushing wind. You blindly take a single rope, handing it to Hobie's side.

Waves crash on the side of the ship, rocking you back and forth. Good thing you're already holding on to something strong.

He grabs it, his hands grazing your palms. It's warm, warmer than you thought it would be, you feel his calluses and all the history around it.

This continues on until you're only holding onto one rope, you've practically memorized every indent and lines on his hands and palms. Hobie ties the last rope on the steel hooks, the muscles in his arms doing all the work, sweat drips on his chest, following it with your eyes. it's like seeing a carriage crash, you can't look away.

“Fuckin' hell” you fling your eyes away when you hear his tired voice, looking at anything else other than him.

You're glad no one's looking your way.

The wind whips your warm cheeks, incredibly thankful to mother nature, you look back at Hobie, avoiding his sweat covered chest.

“Last one, scuttlebutt.” He flexes his hand towards you, smiling brighter than the searing sun. Why was he so happy when he was attacked by hemp cables a few minutes ago?

Before you could give it to him, Hobie had a better idea. “Why don't you do this one? Learn how to properly tie a knot.”

“James already taught me”

He beams, “that's good then, go do it.” Moving aside, Hobie gives you ample space to tie the cord.

You begin to twist it around the hook, looping it around itself. Hobie sighs behind you, looking over your shoulder, he has his hands on his hips.

“Continue, let me see what he taught you, yeah?”

Going back to your knot, you recall James’ instructions, over and under, twist it around then tie it together. You're done, looking behind you, Hobie grins, nodding.

“Adequate.”

The pride in your chest dissipates. “Really?” You scoff out.

“Good, but not enough, here.” He walks towards you, standing so close to you that your elbows kiss his.

You smell sea salt and the distinctive wound ointment.

Hobie unties the last knot, “focus here,” he tethers it differently, practiced hands gliding along the rope. “Got it?”

“Y-yeah.”

He unties it again, handing it back to you. “Let me see then.”

You side eye him. “I saw it.”

“Prove it then” he smirks, leaning sideways on the mast, arms crossed on his chest.

You bind it together like he did, hands suddenly clammy, face full of concentration. “There?”

“Not quite. Let me?” He closes the small distance, hands gesturing towards the rope, you nod thinking he's about to show it to you again. Instead he takes your hands in his. Careful and gentle like a flower petal kissing your hands.

Hobie uses your own hands to tether the rope around the steel, your mind has never clouded this much but you're determined to listen this time or he might not leave your hands alone.

“D’you have it, scuttlebutt?”

You clear your throat before speaking. “Y-yeah”

He unknots it once again so you could do it yourself. Holding the rope makes you sweat more as his eyes observe you. You follow through, finally doing it perfectly, it's a bit wonky, leaning to the side but at least it's secure.

Hobie chuckles, clasping your shoulder briefly, not a second more. “Good job.”

You blink, “thanks”

He walks away, leaving you on the spot.

—

The revenge drops anchor further away than the main docks. You've arrived a day earlier than you thought. With your small bag of belongings, you grip it tightly in your hand. You haven't been this further south in your entire life. The air is humid and warm, the trees more scarce.

The anchor clinks against the chains, with one strong push of the large wheel by Finn, the metal comes tumbling down to the depths with a splash.

A ramp is brought down to the side of the ship, it bangs loudly on the asphalt. The crew rolls down barrels upon crates of things down as you watch on with a clenched jaw.

“You'll do great.” Gwen makes you jump in place, she looks at you apologetically. “Don't be nervous, I know you won't fuck up.”

“Thanks?”

She slaps your back, “No problem.”

“Ow” you rub at the small of your back.

One by one they walk off the ship, stretching their arms, some hoot and holler. The late afternoon sun doesn't help with your nervous sweats as you carefully make your way down the ramp.

Finally standing on solid ground, you wobble a bit on your feet, too used to the rhythmic rocking of the ship.

Hobie jumps off the ramp following after you, his boots thud against the ground, heavy leather coat scraping by his shoes. His usual hair is tied in a ponytail hidden under a tricorn hat.

“Is this supposed to be your disguise?” You question him.

He whirls around, smiling almost immediately. “You'll be surprised at how many people don't recognize me in this.”

“Sure–” A crowd of children saunters over to the crew. Your eyes widen at the sight, their faces unafraid, giggling amongst themselves. “Uhh?” You point.

Hobie twists around, bringing your hand down for you. “Calm down, they can smell fear.”

“W-what?” You hide behind Hobie's large coat.

“You're all a sight for sore eyes, eh?!” Hobie bends at the knees while the children greet him with smiles and high fives. Pav and the rest of the crew join in, laughing while some happily chat with them.

“Open the crates,” Hobie calls above the chatter. “Give them the supplies.” He holds a child by his feet, swinging him while more children gather around him, calling for Hobie to swing them around too.

You watch quietly as the crew gives the gaggle of children some food, blankets and coins.

“How's your mum?” You hear Hobie ask a brown haired child. She whispers to him timidly. “Yeah? That's good, give her this bag, tell her it's for medicine.” Hobie hands her a clinking bag, the girl nods, smiling at Hobie.

Your heart warms at the sight, Finn gives the children piggy back rides as he gives them bread that you helped bake. Gwen talks quietly with a silver haired boy, Miles fights off a handful of children as they poke his pockets for coins. Pavitr’s handing each child a fleece blanket, laughing as he covers their heads with it.

You can't believe your own eyes.

A brown eyed girl tugs at your jacket. Looking down, you smile politely at her. Kneeling down to her height, she gives you her best puppy dog eyes.

“I know you're good but give it back, please?” You say while you offer her your open hand.

Her facade breaks, rolling her eyes. “Fine.” she hands you back your coin pouch.

“Need more practice,” you chuckle, standing to your full height.

“Ugh, I know!” She skips off, heading towards Ned.

“That's Estelle, quite a pickpocket huh?” Hobie appears next to you, a couple of children clinging on to each of his legs.

“Yeah, caught her with my coins though.”

“She needs more practice”

You laugh, “that's exactly what I told her.”

Hobie smiles, there's a comfortable silence between you. Just watching everyone interact with the children, more people arrive on the dock, both children and adults alike. They smile and wave. Surprisingly, Hobie waves back with a bigger smile. The children on his legs run off to what looks like their parents. Your smile falters.

Something pokes your side, you look down, finding a book poking you.

“What's this?” you ask, taking the book from Hobie.

“Farewell gift, I figured I won't have the time to give it to you after we take the papers”

Reading the title, you giggle, a smile coming back to your lips.

“‘How to conquer your fears volume five: Learn how to swim by Sir Riordan of Canterbury’ of course it's this book. I can't believe it took him five volumes to write this one.”

“Thought you might need it on your adventures.” He turns to you fully, eyes roaming around your face.

You're about to thank him, despite everything that happened, he let you stay, if it was any other pirate ship you'd be dead. Before you could say your piece, Hobie holds out his hand for you to shake.

“Good luck, Scuttlebutt. I can't say you were a pleasure on board but I'm glad you're not navy” you take his hand, shaking it, he tugs you closer, whispering in your ear, his breath fanning across your cheek. Sea salt and leather captures your senses.

“I better see you later or I'll—’’

“Or you'll hunt me down, I know, follow the plan. I won't let them down.” You lean away, cheeks warm, hand still holding his. “I promise.”

His grey eyes swirl, smiling at you. “Good, you're learning.”

“Surviving” nodding, you don't back down from his stare. “I'm just surviving.” you clasp his hand tighter like a hidden threat before you let go.

—

A shot rings out. You scream bloody murder before running frantically out the dim alleyway, sprinting towards the guards guarding the manor. Your barebones shoes clack on the rocks, feeling the jagged edges through your soles, you keep running, calling for help. Frantic shadows dance around your peripheral, footsteps as quiet as the night.

Reaching the silver gates, you bang on the metal. “Guards!” You screech, a couple of young guards sprint towards you, muskets raised in your direction.

“Stop right there! This is private property!” One says, you can smell the ale on his mouth from where you're standing.

This will be easier than you thought. Hopefully.

You heave, playing the part of a damsel in distress. “It's my brother! He's been shot, please help him!” Taking the younger guard’s hands through the metal gate, you flutter your eyelashes. “Please.”

They look at eachother, muskets pointed away from you. You grip his gloved hand tighter for emphasis. Wordlessly, they converse, eyes flitting between you and the manor.

“Please I just need someone to carry him to the hospital.” You shakily take your coin pouch out, the contents clinking against each other. “I can pay,” your eyes water. “I can pay both of you.”

With a nod and a smirk from the older guard, they open the gate, promptly closing it behind them.

“Thank you! Oh thank you!” Leading them towards the alleyway, you speed walk back. “This way, hurry!”

They obediently follow you into the dark.

You step into the darkness, they look around the empty alleyway, “oi! Where's—?”

Yuri emerges from the darkness accompanied by Finn, their guns drawn pointing it right at the guards’ temple.

“Don't move,” Yuri says with a tilt of her head. “Or…you know what happens next.”

You look away before a metal hits flesh in a sickening thwack! They drop harshly on the ground, your cue to look back.

Finn drags the bodies further into the alleyway, away from any prying eyes. You step to the side, giving him space.

“Good job, have you ever thought of a career in theatre?” Yuri asks, sporting two new muskets strapped to her back.

You wipe your eyes free of unshed tears. “I'll think about it.”

“This is it then, landlubber? I really hope I see you again.” She holds your elbow, surprisingly, you don't flinch away.

You fondly smile at her, “Me too, Yuri but I think I'm still needed here.” Your trouser pocket clink as you tap it.

Meanwhile, Hobie and the trio sneak into the manor that's now left unguarded. They go around the large home, finding a servant's back door. Gwen jiggles the doorknob.

“It's locked.” She whispers, kneeling down, she takes a lockpick from her belt. Hobie and the others watch her back.

After numerous tries, the lock pick breaks. Gwen clicks her tongue, taking out another lockpick.

Seven lockpicks later, sweat dribbles on Gwen's neck, the door still sits locked. She looks at Hobie frustrated, brows knitted together.

“Hey!” You whisper shout. All four of them look at you, eyes wide, eyebrows raised. Taking out the ring of keys, you show it to them with a large grin.

Hobie jogs over to you quietly, the full moon watches his lips slowly curve into a smile. “How'd you—?”

“Pickpocketed it from the guard.” You smile back, “that's a new lock.” You gesture with your chin, whispering your words. “The usual lockpicks won't work on it. Here” giving the keys to Hobie through the gate, his hand linger on yours as he looks at you with shining eyes. “What?”

“You–” he chuckles. “You know how to pickpocket?”

“What? Like it's hard?” You joke, earning a deep laugh from Hobie.

“How do you even know about the locks?”

“Look who's asking the questions now,” you smirk. “I'm full of surprises I guess.”

After a beat, he stares into your eyes. “Stay with us”

Your heart skips a beat. “What?”

“I know you heard me, scuttlebutt.”

“I–” you consider it, but what would happen if you stayed? What would happen if you join and they still leave you down the road? It's better to go now and save yourself from the heartache.

“I can't” you let his hand go. “I have to go. Good luck, Hobie”

Walking away, you didn't miss how his smile falters.

It's better this way.

—

The smell of the musty tavern brings you back. A plate of ham and beans left almost untouched, it's not the same as Finn's. it tastes like tree bark compared to your meals on the ship. Huddled in a corner, you mindlessly read the book Hobie gave you, its pages pristine and well taken cared of.

You shut it closed, with your eyes growing heavy, you wonder where you're going to be sleeping tonight.

The doors bang open, a loud rambunctious group saunters in, yelling for drinks.

“First round’s on Gwen!” Someone shouts.

“I don't even drink, you fucker!” Gwen shouts back.

Wait, Gwen?

“Gwen?” You mumble.

Like fate, Gwen finds you amidst the crowd. Her eyes widen right before a smile replaces it.

Pavitr yells your name first, pointing at you like he hasn't seen you in years. Everyone follows his finger, the rest of them cheer, pushing patrons away to get to you. James shoves Danny out of the way, taking the closest seat next to you.

Ned grabs both of them by the hem of their shirts, “give her some space, fuckin' hell!”

You give him a smile as thanks, he nods once, mock saluting you.

Yuri guffaws loudly. “I knew it! We're meant to be together, eh?” She shakes your shoulder, planting a loud smooch on top of your head. You giggle, waving her away.

“Alright, let's all calm down.” You laugh loudly, “Mug, watch your stitches!”

“Sorry,” he murmurs.

Gwen sits next to you with a small smile while half of the group head on to the bar to order their alcohol.

“How'd it go?” You whisper to her, “where's Hobie?”

“Everything went well.” Her eyes darted all over the place. “Hobie went back to the ship to store the papers.”

“What's wrong?” You look around, trying to find what's gotten her nervous. “You alright?”

“Yeah, it's just—I don't know.”

“It was too easy.” Miles pipes up, handing Gwen a cup of something warm.

“That,” she nods as thanks to Miles, sighing. “He's right, it seemed too easy. We sneaked in, never making a sound.” She whispers closely. “We only saw three housekeepers in the entire manor and you know how these officials are.” you nod. “I'm just keeping an eye out for everyone, just in case.”

“That's why we chose this tavern, it's far from the manor.” Miles explains. “What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be out and adventuring right now? Y’know ‘finding yourself’” he makes quotation marks with his fingers.

“I was just resting. Am I not allowed to rest?” You sarcastically say.

“Oh I'm not gonna miss you on board.” He sips from his cup.

“Sure, say how's that tea taste? Like shit right? I bet you're gonna miss the brew I always make for you” you ask with a teasing smile. Gwen chuckles next to you.

“You're horrible.” he says into his cup of swirling dark liquid. A ghost of a smile hiding behind the ceramic.

A bundled loaf of bread drops in front of you, almost shattering the plate of so-called ham and beans. Looking up, you see Finn nodding at you.

“Thank you, Finn.” You smile at him, he grunts in reply, heading towards the rest of the group.

Pav visibly sags into his chair, blowing his bangs out of his face.

Used to his attitude, you tilt your head, asking him. “What is it, Pav?”

“I'm tired,” he sighs. “And I'm gonna miss you.”

You feel heat behind your eyes. “I'll miss you too, Pav, and our late night talks.”

“You kept me awake,” you chortle. Pav tentatively reaches for your hand over the table, letting him in, you open your palm wordlessly. “I guess we didn't hit any rocks because of you chattering endlessly. So thank you.”

You smile, squeezing his hand once.

He drops his sadness, going back to his usual self. “Are you sure you can't stay? Come on! We've got…” he thinks for a second, finding the bread on the table he gestures towards it. “Bread!”

“A lot of places offer bread, Pav”

“Yeah, but they're not Finn's bread”

He's right, they're not Finn's, or Gwen's or Miles’ or Hobie's. They're not from the crew and nothing will ever be once you finally leave. Despite all of these, you smile, standing up with shaky legs.

“I have to go.” Your small voice echoes in their ears, they look at you with fond smiles. “Thank you, really.” You think about hugging them but you change your mind last minute, it's better this way, you say to yourself.

You wave goodbye, fighting yourself from looking back.

Exiting the tavern, the cold evening air blasts your cheeks, a tear escapes and you wipe it immediately.

“Y/N, wait!” Gwen runs after you. You stop in your tracks, looking over your shoulder with a sad smile.

You can't keep doing this, you need to leave, your mind tells you but your heart says otherwise.

“Here.” She hands you a hefty bag of coins, the pouch is pink with her name embroidered on it. “for your travels and as a thank you for helping with the crew.”

You shake your head, “I can't take this.” Pushing it back towards her. She gives you a stern look worthy of a first mate. “Gwen, I can't. Give it to the children, I don't want it.”

“You won't survive another day with what you have on you right now” before you could protest, she stuffs it into your bag. “You can pay me back when we meet again.”

You nod, “Alright, I'll pay you back. I promise”

“Good luck and I don't know if this might be helpful but we're heading north. If–if you want to come aboard again we'll be near the thousand islands. Waiting” the moonlight illuminates her sad eyes.

“Thank you, I'll think about it.” You turn around but you look back against better judgment. “Can you tell Hobie…just say thanks for me.”

“Will do Y/N.” Gwen smiles genuinely at you.

So you walk with no true destination. You roam around on your tired feet, waiting until something happens, you don't know what it could be and you're too fatigued to think right now.

A cat meows in the alley, followed by a chorus of soft mewls. Its bright green eyes blink slowly at you, an orange tubby and cream colored cat sidles up to the black cat. They meow simultaneously, getting your attention. Their noses probably got a whiff of the ham you've pocketed.

“Hungry?” You squat, taking the covered ham to give it to them. They take bites, sharing the meat with each other. “Yeah, I know the feeling.” sighing, you look at the end of the alley, your heart almost falls when you see the same engraving of a bird taking flight stamped on the side of a crate, followed by another and another.

“What the fuck.” You speed walk towards the docks, ankles hurting from all the running you've done. “Hey!” You yell at a worker who's currently loading the crates in a ship.

“Oi yourself” he turns around, hands on his hips.

You try to catch your breath, “what's that?” Pointing at the crate, the man looks at you like you've lost your mind.

“A fucking crate, love. You haven't seen a crate before?”

“No, I meant the design, the fucking sigil.”

“Ah, it's clearly a blue jay. look at its tail.” he gestures at the tail.

“That's— that's not what I was asking but thanks, I guess. I meant the sigil. What does it mean? And where is it going?” hope fills your chest.

“I dunno about the symbol, I just haul them in. As for where we're going, I'll tell you. For a price of course.” He smiles, showing his teeth with one gold fang.

“Fine.” You don't hesitate giving him a coin.

He chuckles, pocketing the money immediately. “Further north, near the capital.”

“The capital.” this is your chance so you take it. “How much? How much to board?”

He laughs at her face. “If only you were a man!” He eyes her up and down. “Clearly you're not.”

You scoff, glaring at the man. “You're fucking nasty.”

“Y/N?” The simple call of your name sends shivers down your spine.

Your heart stops beating for a second, you bolt it out of there without looking back at him. You know it's him, his booming voice yells after you, loud footsteps echoing in the night.

“Y/N!” Miguel yells.

His partner appears from an alleyway, you sprint past her without sparing her a glance.

“Whoa!” She yelps, almost falling on her back.

“It's her!” he screams, voice cracking from the sheer volume. “Lyla, it's Y/N!”

“Oh shit!”

You hear two sets of running footsteps behind you. There's no advantage for you this time, you don't know the city and its streets. It's only a matter of time before you walk into a dead end.

“Fuck!” With your aching knees, thighs burning, lungs gasping for air, you head towards the only sanctuary you can think of and where people can help defend you—The tavern.

You can feel him getting closer and closer to you, turning a corner, your ankles almost give out from the sudden turn. “No, no, no!” Limping slightly, you continue to run as fast as you can with a sprained ankle.

“Y/N, please!” His partner yells.

The familiar roof of the tavern peeks over all the houses, a beacon of hope for you. With a sudden tug on your arm, your body harshly takes an unwanted turn to the right. Strong yet familiar set of arms holds you, a calloused hand covers your mouth as you struggle to get out of the alcove.

“Calm down, it's me.” He whispers close to your ear.

You stop your squirming, looking up, Hobie's serious face looks at the opening of the alcove, eyebrows knitted together in anger.

Your back is squished on his chest, shaking hand holding his wrist. The dark alcove saves you as Miguel and Lyla run past.

Hobie takes his hand off your mouth, you heave, almost falling to your knees if not for him still holding on to you.

“Thank you.” You whisper like he could still hear you.

“Why is the former admiral comin' after you?” He turns you towards him in the cramped space, your knees banging on his legs, hips dangerously close to his.

“What? He's an admiral?” There's no way he's an admiral. You try to remember the day but it's been years, you don't recall him ever wearing a uniform.

“Yeah, he's—” Hobie shuts up, hearing voices from outside your little alcove.

It's him.

You look behind you and it’s a dead end. Craning your neck up, you have an idea.

“We need to climb up.” You quietly say, heart beating rapidly.

“Are you sure you can do it?” He looks at your swollen ankle.

You nod, “I don't have a choice.”

Hobie nods, lips tightly closed. “Alright. You go first, if you fall I'll catch you, again.” He doesn't waste an opportunity does he?

With your feet laying flat on the wall and your hands on the other side, back straight. You slowly make your way up. Hobie's close behind you, doing the same but managing his speed, slowing down for you.

Looking down, you almost fall as your ankle throbs.

Miguel's voice echoes out in the darkness, he's close.

“It's alright,” Hobie encourages you. “I'm right here, yeah? If you fall we'll run, even if I have to carry your arse out of here.”

Why couldn't your savior be Gwen?

With a roll of your eyes and a groan, you continue to climb up. Finally reaching the top, the moonlight greets you. Hobie helps you up by pushing you up by your feet, careful of your injury.

Laying down on the sodden roof. You roll over to the side to help him up by his hand, pulling with all your might.

Hobie climbs over the edge, laying down next to you, breathing heavily.

“I underestimated the height of that.” He says in between breaths.

“I underestimated how heavy you are.”

He pats his stomach. “This is pure muscle, trouble.” turning to face you, his piercings shine in the evening's light, smile across his lips like you're not hiding from someone.

“Full of Finn's stew more like.”

“I'm a growing boy, I need the sustenance.” he twists, looking below. “They're gone, I see them walking back towards the docks.”

You let yourself breathe again, head thumping on the roof. “Thank fuck.”

“Don't you mean thank me?” Hobie lays down next to you again, you groan in reply. “How's the ankle?”

“I think it's just sprained—” A twig snaps, you swear the roof caved in a bit. “What was that?”

“Shit, I think it's the—”

Crack!

The roof caves in, Hobie lunges for you mid air, holding on to you, hand guiding your head on his chest as he braces for impact.

You land on top of Hobie, he groans in pain, your eyes adjust at the candles littered around the frilly room.

“Shit! Are you bleeding? Please don't tell me you hit your head!” you frantically pat behind his head. Instead of warm ichor, you feel something soft.

You pull it out from behind his head without warning. He yelps when his head hits the carpeted floor.

Wincing, you apologize. “Sorry.” looking at the pillow in your hand, you're more confused than ever. More confusing than the sight of a crystal ball sitting in the middle of the table.

Roaming your eyes, you stop at a woman clad in furs and velvet, she stands frozen with her teacup in her hands.

“Uh, welcome to Nellie's?”

—

You're incredibly glad Nellie's nice, she even gave you ice for Hobie's back, ice! In this season! There's also ice on your swollen ankle, the cold seeping through your skin, giving you reprieve from the pain. You bet she's rolling in coins judging from all the generous ice she's given. Maybe you should learn how to be a fortune teller from her. You think about asking her if she needs an apprentice.

After dropping off almost half of Gwen's money to pay for the roof, you stare at it longingly, already missing its weight inside your bag.

She comes out of her kitchen, the beaded curtains flutter as she moves through it.

“Shoulders.” Hobie grumbles. He sits next to you, back hunched while you hold the ice on his back for him. “Y/N, move the bloody thing.”

“Right, you can say please, you know.” You slide the cloth covered ice up to his shoulders, he hisses when you hit his tender muscle. “Sorry, my fault.”

“Definitely your fault.” He quietly says with a pout.

“Oh don't be such a baby,” Nellie drops off a silver tray full of tea and crumpets. “I foresaw that you'll heal in no time.” she says with a smile.

Hobie raises a brow skeptically. You wordlessly communicate with him, telling him to shut it or she might call the coppers on you two. He sighs, rolling his eyes, taking a bite of a crumpet.

“So Nellie, you're a fortune teller huh? How exactly do you uh do that?” You ask, making conversation, careful of your words.

“I'm so glad you asked!” she giggles excitedly, pouring you and Hobie a cup each. Nellie drops a cube of sugar and milk in yours just like how you like it while Hobie gets three cubes. Wait.

Hobie beats you to it, “How'd you know I like my tea with three sugars?” He says with his mouth full.

Nellie smiles, tapping her temple. “I have the gift.” She sits down across from you, “although it's not always accurate, but I give it a” she sucks in her teeth, thinking. “Eighty percent chance of being right? My trusty crystal ball helps in filling the gaps.”

She gestures around the ball, making whooshing sounds.

You and Hobie share a look.

“Do you want a go?” She flicks her different colored eyes at you two. “I'll throw it in for free since you paid me already for the damages. I know I'm incredibly nice, no?”

You have nothing to lose, and you have to wait until Hobie recuperates. Said man eats his third crumpet.

“Sure, why not, right?” you chuckle nervously.

“Lower back.” Hobie instructs, you scoff before doing what he asked. He did save you again, that's the only reason why you do what he asks for.

“Fantastic! Let's start!” She claps her hands, the inside of the crystal ball swirls, pearlescent colors shining inside like water. “Oooh let's start off with you!” Nellie addresses you, you straighten up in your seat.

She roams her ringed hands around the ball. “I see that you're running from someone, M? I think?”

You look at Hobie in the corner of your eyes. He thickly swallows his crumpet. “Shoulders,” he says lowly. You move it up, annoyed.

“And for Mr. Hungry here,” she glances at Hobie. “Oh, I see the letter M too! You're more alike than I thought!”

Hobie stops eating, exchanging his crumpet for a cup of tea.

“Hmm, and a J? For…” she narrows her eyes, looking directly at the swirling colors. “The both of you, again. Huh?” Nellie chuckles, “that's— I've never seen that before, even from other couples.”

You swallow thickly, not bothering to correct her.

Taking your tea from the tray to calm your nerves.

She's dangerously accurate.

Her bright demeanor suddenly falls, her mismatched eyes empty and devoid of light. Her smile fades. “Something lurks in the water.” She says flatly.

“Alright, we should go.” Hobie stretches his back. “This is all bollocks, let's go–”

Nellie suddenly punches the table. Hobie sits back down, holding your wrists just in case he needs to run.

“I see the blazing sun and sand beneath your feet” She sharply turns towards you. “Don a white dress and you'll find what you're looking for.”

You take your wrist away from Hobie. “What do you mean?”

She ignores you, twisting suddenly towards Hobie. “I see blood and steel kissing your neck if you stay on the path. Answer her call and you'll be safe.”

Hobie looks at her with an unreadable face. Fists tightly closed. “Whose call?” She ignores him, blinking rapidly.

Nellie smiles back, the light in her eyes coming back. “Oh look at that! I see the same white dress and sun in yours!” She giddily says to a confused Hobie. “A beach wedding perhaps?” She giggles while you and Hobie are shaking in your seats.

Hobie has had enough, taking your wrist again, he stands up. “Thank you for the hospitality and for not screaming bloody murder but we have to go.”

“To plan the wedding?”

“No, to murder and pillage.” Hobie takes the ice from the floor. “Goodbye”

“Uh sorry about the roof!” You yell back. He tugs you outside.

“Wait, are you two pirates?” Nellie asks into the now empty room, scratching her head.

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The sun is rising as you and Hobie sneak quietly out of town and into the secret dock where the revenge rests.

You can't help but exhale out your nerves once you reach the ship. Hobie's shoulders visibly relax, waving towards Gwen who's eyes widen when she sees you. Pavitr stands next to her, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You shake your head rapidly, he gives you a thumbs up while Miles has the most disgusted look on his face.

Hobie turns around, “You comin’?”

You contemplate what happened today, your bones are aching and begging for sleep.

“I–I need to go.”

Hobie could only nod, walking away from you without looking back. “Lift the anchor” you hear him say from the ship.

The crew waves back at you, faces of different variety, some smiles, some could only look at you with sad eyes. Finn nods, a small smile on his lips. Gwen leaves, sparing you a glance. You think you hear Yuri yell ‘no, my wife!’ you chuckle to yourself in the empty dock.

You watch as the people's revenge sails further away, the anchor lifting back up slowly.

North. The word jumps back at you. They're heading north.

Without thinking, you run.

Your ankle screams for you to stop, but your grin says otherwise. You pray to every divine entity out there to help you reach the anchor in time and to not let you drown.

“Wait!” You yell. Everyone runs towards the edge of the ship, watching with wide eyes as you run the length of the wooden dock.

Pavitr cheers you on, yelling loudly. Everyone else follows his lead, hands rhythmically banging on wood, screams making you run faster.

Hobie beams from the ship. Tossing off his large coat and hat, he climbs to the side of the boat through its ropes, as close as he can get to you.

With an outstretched hand, he calls for you. “C’mon, trouble!”

With a running leap, your fingers graze his palms. You don't make it.

Hobie lets himself fall, holding your hand with both arms. The crew made themselves a rope to hold Hobie while he grips on to you tightly.

You laugh loudly, seeing the human chain, Gwen holds on to Hobie's waist, while Miles holds on to Gwen, Pav and the others begin to heave you all up to the boat.

With a jump, you reach up with your dangling arm to hold on tight to his shoulder.

Hobie beams down at you, “I hope you've read the book because these wankers might let us go for shits and giggles.”

“No I haven't,” you say above the wind, feet dangling several feet off the deep waters. “But I trust them. I know they've got me.”

The sun wakes up to loud cheering and smiles.

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COOK | v. sanji

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synopsis: you're half dead when a cook finds and feeds you. authors note: i had to. i started one peice a little over a month ago and i fall in love easy. this is kind of a rewrite of the baratie arc :) cw: lots of ANGST, near death, dehydration/starvation, blood, gore, violence wc: 5.3k (phew)

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The ocean had never looked more daunting in the entirety of sailing it until now. The boat rocked beneath you, your body moving weakly with each wave that smashed against the side. You're not sure how long you’d been floating through the open sea, you’d lost count of the days. Your body no longer felt like it belonged to you, you didn’t have enough strength to lift your hand to shield the baring sun from your eyes. You stared at a point far off in the ocean. The same point you'd been staring at for days, or was, everything around you looked the same. Under the sun you felt yourself cooking but you let it happen, not like there was anywhere to shield yourself on this small paddle boat. You moved your fingers, feeling the scratches in the wood you had made, you’d tallied everyday you’d been lost out here. You stopped counting after seventeen. Slowly your eyes fell closed. A gentle wind picked up, your hair blowing against your face, you didn’t move it. A sharp wave hit the side of the boat, jerking you to the floor and you let yourself fall, cheek pressing into the wood of the bottom. Through the wood you could hear the calming waves. It was the only thing calming about this entire situation. You had been running away from someone, running straight to death.

You were gonna die out here, you’d been resigned to that for the past two days. No one would care that you were gone, the crew probably didn’t even notice you were gone. Your father, his spiteful words being the reason you set sail, would certainly not care if you died. He constantly reminded you that you’d probably be better use to him dead. Something welled in your eyes. Crying? Out here in the open sea where you ran out of fresh water a few days ago. No, that would be wasteful. Just as soon as the tears formed they were dried up and you wondered if you’d imagined it. You let your eyes wander closed one last time, you felt it, the claws of death, it was strange. Like a cold embrace to your heated skin. You let it envelope you, let your heart slow and your breathing dissipate. It wouldn't be so bad. Everything would stop hurting.

“Uhm, excuse me miss, are you alright?” A voice? No it was certainly in your mind.

“I don’t think she’s alright, Luffy, I think she’s dead.” Another voice chimed in, the claws of death had you, you couldn’t open your eyes. You felt your boat shift as though someone jumped onto it, it rocked violently for a second as someone laughed.

“Don’t tip it!” A girl hissed. You heard her but she sounded far away, or far above you you couldn’t tell.

“Miss?” The voice in your boat asked, so close they almost sounded real. You felt a soft hand push you slightly onto your back.

“Luffy,” A man’s voice admonished. “She’s dead.”

“She’s still breathing, I think she’s dehydrated.” You’re scooped up into skinny arms and heaved off the wooden floor. For a moment you feel like your floating.

Suddenly you’re tossed over the fills the air around you as your eyes shoot open. You struggle in vain against the rough tide pulling you under, a scream escaping your lips, only bubbles forming. The water had wrapped around you, like that cold embrace from before, it grabbed your body and pulled you deeper and deeper. You forced your eyes shut. You heard the distant plunge of someone diving in after you. You feel strong arms wrap around you, gently yanking you up to the surface and onto the wooden floor. Your coughing and sputtering, spitting up water as you crack your eyes back open, bright sun beaming down.

“Idiot!” A man to your left growled.

“I thought the water would help!” The boy who had thrown you (you guessed) ran over, his hand gently patting your back as you tried to recover. You heard a sharp smack and the boy yelped. Warmer hands rubbed small circles into your back, as you tried in vain to catch your breath.

“She’s not a fish, chore boy!” The man beside you hissed, keeping his voice low. You raised your hand weakly to shield the sun from your eyes.

There were three people standing around you, and one kneeling directly at your side. A man with green hair and three swords, a girl with red hair and bright clothes, and a boy with a wide smile and a straw hat. You looked at them puzzled, finally catching your breath. You turned slightly to look at the man who saved you. He was lanky, all long legs. He was in a nice suit and tie, which was drenched, strange for someone out at sea to wear. He had shaggy blond hair, the wet strands sticking to his forehead and a serious look on his face.

That was until he saw you looking at him. Suddenly a smile as bright as the sun fitted to his lips.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a voice just meant for you to hear. You must’ve been dead already, you tried to talk but your throat was dry and scratchy and as the adrenaline wore off you slumped.

“Oh my god, she died!” The boy in the straw hat gasped, you heard another sharp smack.

“Shut up, idiot, she just needs some food and water.” The girl said. You felt the man beside you scoop you up into his arms and you tried to protest, you weren’t some princess in need of saving, but you were still in need of saving and had no strength in your body to protest. So you let him carry you pff somewhere, you weren’t really sure where you even were in the first place and if you really were really alive.

If you were in your right mind you would’ve cut this mans hands off by now, not because he was being inappropriate (which he wasn’t) but because you didn’t like to be touched.

He sat you down, carefully helped you hold a cup of water to down and wiped your chin when you coughed some of it up. You opened your eyes, scanning your surroundings. You were in a kitchen, bright and airy, pans and stoves. A kitchen? Weren't you just in the middle of the sea? He’d propped you up against a wall and left another cup of water near you as he cooked. You could really see him now. He was tall, so tall he ducked under some pans that hung low. He looked like a businessman, definitely not some cook. You reached and pulled the cup of water to your lips and he turned at your movement.

“Feeling a bit better?” He asks caringly. You don’t talk to him, you just downed the cup then slump sideways. He’s there in mere seconds to catch you before you fall to the ground. “Shit, sorry, should’ve laid you down somewhere.” He gently helped you sit back up and leaned you back against the wall.

“Sanji!” A voice fumed from the door. It startled you both. The man, Sanji, in front of you straightened. “Do you know who that is?” You looked over to who was speaking. A large man, and when you say large you mean easily over six five, he was huge. He had aqua hair, a bandana wrapped around his head, and one of the strangest mustache/beard combos you’d ever seen. He had his large arms crossed over his even bigger chest. He looked at you with hatred in his eyes. He knew who you were, though it wasn’t like you were hiding it.

“A pretty girl on the verge of dying?” Sanji asked as the man growled like a dog. His eyes squinted as he pointed menacingly at your torn jacket.

“Idiot! I swear! She’s a Krieg pirate! Look at the patch on her jacket!” The man said as Sanji turned to you but you kept your eyes on the man. You were raised very differently from others, pushed to the edge, battered and beat and polished into something only a monster could love, but in the end the monster never loved you.

Sanji reached out, your eyes sliding to his hand. He had long tan fingers as he smoothed down the side of your jacket, revealing a skull and crossbones with two red hourglass looking things on either side. Sanji must’ve not known much about the Krieg pirates because he shrugs, walking to stir some of the food he was cooking. The large cook eyes you as he steps closer to Sanji, you slowly tilt your head at him. You weren’t afraid, you’d taken out bigger men than him.

“You’re not listening, kid-”

“Stop calling me kid,” Sanji bites, turning the heat on the stove down a bit. “I know who the Krieg pirates are but I don’t care. If I see someone dying and hungry I’m making them something to eat.” Sanji says. You look at him, really look at him. He knew where you’d come from and he didn’t care. He probably knew the moment he saved you, knew it when he took you inside this kitchen and helped you drink water. You swallowed something down, something rising in your chest. True kindness was something you knew nothing about, you’d never really been shown it before. But this, him plating something for you to eat, bringing it over to where you sat slumped, you thought that was kind. He helped you sit up, you took another drink of water before weakly grabbing the fork. It was some kind of soup, probably knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep real food down. He was kind and thoughtful.

“You’re a fool! She’s not just a Krieg pirate, there’s no other women on the whole ship.” The man exasperates, running a hand over his short hair in frustration.

“Patty, would you hush up.”

“She’s the only woman on that ship for a reason, Sanji. Tell me you at least know that.” The cook, Patty asks. You were still too weak to talk, too uncaring about anything but this delicious soup. Your hand shook as you brought the spoon to your mouth, savoring in the warmth sliding down your throat. You felt your stomach slowly stop hurting. Felt yourself regaining strength, regaining a sense of reality. You hadn’t died, realizing that now, had your eyes slowly gazing up at Sanji. He was sitting on the chair next to you, ong legs crossed at the ankles, listening to Patty as though he was talking about something highly amusing. He was handsome, blond hair and sharp lines. He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking a long puff. Patty huffed, slamming his hand down on the kitchen counter. You startled, spilling a bit of your soup. Sanji noticed and growled in anger at Patty.

“Stop banging on things!” Sanji snaps, cloth in hand as he cleans up the mess, smiling softly at you. You don’t return it, just get back to the soup, there wasn’t much left and you were still hungry. You knew you should take it slow as to not throw up but you felt ravenous.

“She’s Don Krieg’s daughter. The fierce killer, Don Krieg of the Krieg pirates. Killed probably thousands of innocents, stolen ships and money. And you're here playing house with his daughter, which by the way, most likely he’s going to come looking for.” Patty drones on, you slowly blink at him as Sanji stands to get you a bit more soup.

“No,” You say, voice scratchy from barely any use. Patty jumps as though you screamed it at him. Sanji also looks over. This was the first time you’d spoken to them.

“N-no?” Patty echoes, spooked, it almost makes you laugh.

“He’s not coming to look for me.” You murmured, reaching out to take another drink of water. Sanji sat the bowl back in front of you, sliding it into your hands.

“He’s… not?” Patty says and you forget to answer because the soup is too good. He sighs heavily as Sanji eyes you, he liked that you were enjoying his food, he didn’t care that you barely acknowledged him either. Patty dramatically flourished across the kitchen, grabbing Sanji forcefully and pulling him away from your earshot. Sanji protested the entire way but Patty was obviously much stronger. You didn’t care, you knew what Patty was going to say. You knew how it felt to be unwanted, so you drank the rest of the broth in the bowl and waited till you were alone. You could hear a little bit from the hall. Patty tried to drill into Sanji that you were dangerous, which was true. But no matter what Patty said, Sanji didn’t seem to care.

But you knew you overstayed your welcome.

So, weakly, you stood, feeling dizzy. You leaned against the table taking a staggering breath. Slowly you worked your way through the kitchen, slipping out the side door just as you heard Sanji and Patty’s voices raise. The heat barreled down on you and you felt sick to your stomach. You stumbled forwards to the railing, the sea stretching out in front of you. Your heart sped up, just looking out where you’d been stuck for so many days made you unexplainably nervous. You turned away, sliding down the railing, trying to catch a semblance of breath. The wind picked up around you as you let your head fall back against the wood, the ship rocked peacefully beneath you. The door you’d just came out of cracked open, you didn’t open your eyes at the sound.

“Hey,” Sanji’s soft voice cooed, he kneeled beside you. “There you are. Feeling okay?” He asked, his warm hands reaching out, feeling your forehead. You flinched away from his touch, opening your eyes.

“If you want to keep your hands, cook, I suggest keeping them to yourself.” You spoke sharply, sounding just like your father. Sanji pulled his hand away slowly, looking at you with a kind of reverence.

“You’re beautiful.” He swooned and you felt yourself violently flush all over. You turned away from him. You probably looked like death or at least close to it, this man must’ve been insane.

“You’re strange.” You say, into the wind, not facing him. You hear Sanji laugh and you find yourself turning to see what he looked like when he was laughing. His eyes were squinted, mouth slightly open, cheeks full. There wasn’t much laughing where you came from. It was nice to see. You stared at him, watched his adam's apple bob.

“That you may be right about.” He says and you look away when he looks back at you. “You should come back in, get out of the sun for a bit.” Sanji suggests. You shake your head.

“I should get going.” You say and feel Sanji shift beside you. For someone who just met you he cares more than all the other people in your life.

“You were on the verge of dying a little over an hour ago and you wanna set back out?”

“I’m not welcome here.”

“Yes you are.” Sanji proclaimed and you turn to him. He knew your father, knew who you were and still was asking you to stay. He was out of his mind.

"You think your cook friend Patty is the only one who knows the Krieg pirates? Once everyone else finds out-"

"They'll have to go through me. I don't care what they think."

"You don't even know me." You growl, finally turning to look him in the eyes. You leveled him with a dark glare.

"I don't, that's true but- I'll still take care of you." He says with strong conviction. You couldn't help but show your emotions on your face.

"Why?"

"Because you need me to."

"I don't need you, cook." You snap, huffing. You watch the corner of his lips quirk up slightly.

"I like that nickname but I would rather you call me Sanji." He bantered. "I just realized I never asked your name." He looks at you expectantly.

"Not important. Now, I should really get going-”

“Pirates! Krieg Pirates!" Someone yells from below the balcony. You snap your head at the voice, pushing clumsily to your feet. Blood rushed to your head, making you lose a bit of your balance. Sanji caught you, helped you stand straight as you both looked out to the sea.

Sure enough there was a ship, a familiar ship. Dark brown wood, golden yellow accents, torn sails. It looked like a ghost ship. A ship right out of your nightmares. Your too recent nightmares. You staggered backwards, right out of Sanji’s hands, slamming to the deck below you. Your heart hammered around in your ribcage. Sanji reached for you but you scooted from his hands.

“He’s here.” You breathe out, lips trembling.

“Come on, I’ll hide you.” Sanji implored but you just shook your head.

“It's too late.” You shuddered, trying and failing to get to your feet. Sanji grabs you gently, forcing you to face him, you're so frazzled that you don’t even have the time to be angry.

“It's not too late! Come with me-”

“I’m… I’m dead no matter what I do.” You say, eyes haunted. Sanji’s jaw ticks.

“I don’t care who your father is, he won’t lay a finger on you.” That sentence was enough to snap you out of your fear. You laughed, it was a bitter, surprised laugh.

“You don’t stand a chance against him, cook.” You snap. Sanji’s head cocks just slightly.

“Then hide, he’ll tire of looking for you here and leave.”

“MY LITTLE VIOLENCE!” A voice booms from the deck. Your heart falls right out of your chest. You swallow, pushing Sanji’s hands away from you. He looks at you, he was so desperate to save you, wanting nothing more than to hide you away, you could see it written on his features.

“Thank you for saving my life, Sanji.” You intoned softly, walking unsteadily towards the stairs, he catches you by the wrist.

“Don’t go, please, I can hide you.”

“COME OUT VIOLENCE, I KNOW YOU’RE HERE… I SAW THE RATTY LITTLE SHIP YOU STOLE FROM ME!” You gave Sanji a look, squeezed his hand gently then slipped down the stairs. He called out for you but you just set off.

Your father had docked his ship, bounded off the ladder and landed heavily on the deck of the Baratie where you’d been saved. It had been a little over two months since you left the Krieg pirates. That had come to an end now, they found you. Your father slammed his fist against the railing, splintering the wood. Cooks started running towards the noise, poised to defend the ship. You wouldn’t let anything happen to them, your father came here for one reason and one reason only… you.

“VI-O-LENCE!” He sounded out, laughing as a crowd formed. You descended the last step and pushed through the crowd until your eyes met your fathers. A manic gleam shone in his eyes, his lips cracking out in a large demented smile. “My girl, there she is.” He greeted, you stopped a few feet from him, the crowd hushed all around. “I’ve been scouring the sea for you.” He says, reaching for you. You froze at his touch as he brought you into his burly chest, you felt suffocated and scared. He’d never shown you a lick of affection the entirety of your life. He smoothed your hair down, holding you closer. “I don’t like losing things that belong to me.” He whispers to just you, violently tightening his hold as more of the Krieg pirates. You're so weak, still too unfit to even be standing to think about squirming out of his hold. He turns, bringing you with him. You watch as Sanji bobs and weaves through the crowd of people, eyes searching for you.

“Don,” You start, because you're not allowed to call him Dad.

“Hush, girl, hmm… this is a nice boat.” He slams his foot down on the wooden bottom. “She’s sturdy.” He comments, he turns again, dragging you with him, you lose your balance but he holds you like you weigh nothing, like you really aren't a person but one of his things. “Is this where you hid from me, daughter?” He asked, looking around the large ship as though he was taking in the sights. You bite your lip from answering because you're afraid your voice would show how much pain he’s putting you through. “I like it.” He declares, suddenly releasing you, you slam to the deck, head banging against the wood. Sanji rushed forwards to you but someone grabbed and held him back. That garners your fathers attention. He looks from you to Sanji as if he knows something happened between you two. Your stomach turns because the way Sanji is looking at you most definitely isn’t helping. Your father cocks his head, he bends down and yanks you to your feet, you yelp at how sudden it was. Sanji’s jaw ticks with anger. “I’ll take this ship. For you.” He says, hand on the hilt of his sword. Your lips part in surprise.

“M- me?” You stutter out, your father’s face is hard as he nods your head.

“It’s a nice ship, we’ll kill everyone on it and take it for ourselves!” He declares, the Krieg pirates start an uproar, excitedly whooping, shoving their swords in the air. You turn to him, pleading in your eyes.

“I-- I don’t need this ship.” You say, but your voice doesn’t carry past the excited pirates. “I don’t need this ship.” You say louder this time, the pirates settle, surprised you had spoken up. Don turns to you, eyes like fire. His hand rose fast, so fast you hadn’t known what happened until you hit the deck hard. Whoever had been holding Sanji must’ve either let go or was overpowered because Sanji came barrelling through the Krieg pirates only to be stopped by a few that grabbed his arms. Your heart seized in your throat as Don cackled. He looked between you both before stepping forwards and winding up, throwing a punch to Sanji’s abdomen. Blood spit from Sanji’s lips as he doubled over. You watched in horror as Don dealt him punch after punch. He winded back for one last hit, his knuckles colliding with pure metal. Don stumbled back, eyes wide as he narrowed them at you, holding one of his shields in hand. You’d protected Sanji, you're not even sure why you’d done it, you just found yourself feeling a fierce protectiveness. You turned to the pirates still holding Sanji, just one look from you had them cowering in fear. At least they knew better. Don might’ve overpowered you but no one else would. They let Sanji free and he fell forwards into your arms.

“Well… Isn’t this interesting.” Don growled. You swallowed hard, a lot of Sanji’s weight was on you, he was hurt badly. You lowered him to the ground so as to not drop him and looked back at your father.

“This man showed me kindness. I would’ve died if it weren’t for him.” You say as though it was going to persuade him. But Don just tosses his head back, cackling manically.

“So you’re indebted to him, hmm?” Don reaches and tosses a knife to you, the blade circling until you catch the hilt mere inches from Sanji’s throat. “No daughter of mine owes her life to anyone but me. Kill him.” Your lips dropped open in disbelief. Don was cruel, this shouldn’t have surprised you one bit. Sanji coughs in your arms, you look down at him. He’d shown you so much kindness, saved you twice, but in the end… you always did what your father wanted. You wanted his love, his respect. You swallowed heavily, placing the handle of the blade in Sanji’s hand. He looked at you, confused. You helped him to his feet and stepped away from him. This had to be a fair fight, you both were weak. Sanji staggered to the side slightly, loosely holding the knife. You summoned whatever strength you had and leveled Sanji with the stare you’d given many before him. Many men that challenged you that lost. You were your fathers daughter after all.

“So that,” Sanji coughed. “That’s how it’s gonna be?” He asked and fixed you with a smile, he tossed the knife aside.

“Pick it up.” You growled. Sanji shook his head. With one swift movement you swiped the knife from the floor and tossed it at Sanji’s shoulder, he caught it by the blade. Your brow raised. He had skill.

“I’m not fighting you.” Sanji insisted. “You’ll have to kill an unarmed man.” You cock your head.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” You’re quick, it was easy to hide your pain, to misplace it for a fight, you’d hidden your pain time and time again.

“You're a fool if you think my daughter will go easy on you!” Don cackled. "I call her Violence for a reason..." Sanji on the other hand looked startled, clearly he didn’t think you could move so fast. He blocked a few of your blows, stumbling back. He dodged one and a blunt force kick to his abdomen sent him flying back, tumbling on the deck. You swiped the knife from the floor and tackled him to the deck, trapping him beneath your body. You pressed your knife forcefully to his throat and dared him to fight back. But he didn’t. The entire fight he only blocked he never fought back. This made you more angry than anything. Sanji looked you in the eyes and he raised his chin to give you better access to his throat. The anger building inside of you halted.

“What’re you doing? Fight back!” You insisted but Sanji only shook his head, the knife digging into the skin of his throat threatening to break it. You pulled back slightly, not wanting… You clenched your jaw. “You’ll just let me kill you?” You ask and Sanji just smiles up at you.

"Killed by a beautiful woman doesn't sound too bad.” He whispers just for you to hear. Your lips part, eyes going wide.

You're beautiful. He'd said that, he meant it. He was crazy.

“What's taking so long? Kill him!” Your father growled from behind. You flinched at his words, swallowing dryly, your grip on the knife tightened. Sanji didn’t even flinch, it was like he didn’t care he might die. Or maybe he knew he wouldn’t.

“Fight me.” You pleaded just between the two of you but he only smiled at you, a damned smile that would haunt your dreams if you listened to your father and slit his throat. You always listened to him... but where did that ever get you? You tossed the knife. It clattered against the deck, silence slicing the air. Sanji let out a breath he was holding as you turned to face your father.

“Violence-”

“I will not kill him.” You said, the strength in your voice had your father surprised. “I breathe because of him, I owe him my life. I won’t be the one to kill him.” Sanji’s eyes looked up to you, you who he’d saved, the beautiful girl. He remembered as a child the captain told him he loved too easily, it never changed.

Someone wrenched you by the back of the hair, dragged over to your father. Sanji fought like hell to get to you. Everything happened quite quickly. Pirates had seized Sanji, grabbing him and when you were able to find your footing you felt pain like no other. Your fathers sword ran you straight through, the tip dripping your own blood. You heard Sanji yell for you, heard the cooks start attacking the pirates. Don yanked his sword out of you, it had missed any vital organs but you had still bled the same. Don grabbed you roughly by the neck, turning you to face him.

“You’re no daughter of mine.” He growled, spittle hitting your cheeks. “Gas masks on, boys! We’re bombing the rest of the ship!” Don called out as he roughly threw you aside. Your father didn’t even spare you one last glance before boarding his own ship amidst the chaos. LIke he was too good for a fight right now.

Warm blood spilled down the front of you, soaking your shirt clean. You pushed to your feet, your abdomen screaming in pain. You heard the smoke bomb hit the deck. Most of the cooks were jumping into the ocean but you wouldn’t make it, and you couldn’t because across the deck, battered and bloody was Sanji, passed out cold. He wouldn’t survive the gas. You stole a mask, kicking the pirate that held it into the sea. You stumbled and fumbled your way forwards, holding your stomach as blood seeped through your fingers.

You reached Sanji just in time, he was slowly coming to. You fixed the mask over his face and he groggily stared at you, when he went to remove it you slid on top of him, holding the mask in place. He struggled weakly under you, for someone losing a lot of blood you had an impressive amount of strength left.

The poison sulked closer until you couldn’t see or feel anything. Sanji still struggled beneath you but you only push harder. He’d saved you twice, you wanted to repay him at least once.

"Let go!" His voice was muffled, he was regaining some stregth, you weren't sure how much longer you could hold out. "Please... don't-" You held until you couldn’t anymore, until the smoke was clearing and you slumped forwards on top of Sanji. He struggled beneath you for a moment before carefully moving you over, the mask falling from his face. He hadn’t known what was happening when he first woke up but he knew now. You saved him at the cost of your own life. Tears flooded in his eyes as he held you.

“No… no no no.” He said, brushing your hair from your face, your eyes were closed, you had nothing left in you to keep them open. You felt his soft hands on your face and thought this would be a nice way to go out. You hadn’t known him for long but you felt some connection to him, you felt cared for for the first time in your life. You felt your body slacken.

“Put the mask on her face to help filter out some of the toxins and take her up to the top deck for some fresh air!” Someone directed. Sanji was quick to fix your face with the mask, to scoop you up and run you up to the top deck.

You opened your eyes to see your fathers ship sailing off in the distance, a hot tear slid down your cheek.

Sanji was careful with you, you had no idea why you were still conscious but you felt everything he did. He placed you on something soft, held pressure against your wound. You felt him stitch you back together and bandage you up. Maybe you were dead already? Maybe you were feeling phantom touches? Maybe you died on that ship all those hours ago, of starvation and dehydration. And just when all those scary thoughts formed, Sanji’s fingers intertwined with yours. He held your hand, he was shaking slightly. Slowly your eyes opened. He was sat just beside you, he looked terrible, with cuts, scrapes and bruises. Dried blood in his lips, his cheek wet with tears. He was crying over you...

“San-ji?” Your voice cracked, you don’t think you’d ever heard yourself sound so weak and tired. Sanji perked up at your voice, forcing a smile on his face.

“Hey, everythings okay.” He coos, squeezing your hand. For once in the entirety of your life you believed it was. You let go.

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does this count

bingo : are you finnick’s type? fill it out and send it back!

:/ that's awkward... looks like annie's not his type 0/25... that's so tough but to be quite frank, i kinda expected this for them. i don't think they ever had a chance

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 9 months

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hey! can i request a conrad x reader where the reader is having a really bad day (maybe she’s with some old friends but they’re being really mean to her or something), and she calls him and asks him to come get her and he just like drops everything to pick her up, and then comforts her? thank you!

Who else thought of Nathan Scott in that scene? I was mentally screaming in my hotel room

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You never wanted to be one of those girls who abandoned their friends once they got into a relationship. So, when Nicole, Dara, and Gigi invited you to go shopping with them, you gladly accepted the offer. It had been quite a while since you had a fun girls' day, and you missed it.

Regrettably, things took an unexpected turn during the shopping afternoon. The girls began using the time to gossip and say hurtful things about you behind your back while you were trying on clothes. You tried to brush it off, thinking they might be feeling bitter since you started spending more time with Conrad, but their behavior was just plain mean and it was starting to hurt.

After the third store, you had enough. You didn’t want to be around them anymore. So while the girls were looking at pairs of shoes, you made a quick decision to text Conrad and ask him to pick you up.

Less than a minute later, you got a message back saying he was on his way. You felt guilty for making him drop Cleveland. Conrad agreed to help him and teach him about sailing for his new book. You even encouraged him to assist him, but beside Conrad, there was no one who you could call.

When Conrad got to you, he got out of his car and held you tight. ‘’What happened?’’ he asked gently, concern evident in his voice.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you recounted the hurtful comments your friends had made. ‘’I don’t know why she would be so mean. I’ve never expected less of Gigi, but didn’t think Nicole would ever talk like that about me. She was always so nice to me, I thought we were close.’’

Conrad pulled back from the hug and tipped your chin up. ‘’They’re bitches,’’ he said, his protective side showing. ‘’Girls like them are not worth being sad over.’’

You sniffled and nodded. He was right. Real friends would never talk behind your back like they did.

‘’Let’s hit the boardwalk,’’ Conrad suggested, trying to cheer you up. ‘’Still think you can beat me at ‘shoot your shot’?’’ he teased playfully.

You laughed, feeling the weight of the hurtful comments beginning to lift off your shoulders. ‘’Oh, I totally can!’’

As you reached the boardwalk, the lively atmosphere and the sound of crashing waves provided a welcome distraction. You immediately headed for the basketball game, ready to take the challenge. The employee gave you and Conrad five balls each.

Your competitive spirits ignited as soon as the first ball went through the basket. Laughter filled the air as you both tried your best to score points and outdo each other, only missing one ball. Which was because of the wind.

For the fourth shot, Conrad decided to be a show off and cover one side of his face and throw the ball with one hand. He grinned when it went in, making you shake your head. He wasn’t trying to impress you. He just wanted to make you smile and laugh.

‘’Okay, Nathan Scott.’’

Conrad chuckled and picked another ball. ‘’This is your last shot, love. If you miss this one, it’s gonna be three to five—’’

You gave him a look. ‘’Five? Don’t be too sure of yourself, Fisher. Maybe it’s you who’s gonna miss your next shot…and I’ll win.’’

He scoffed, shaking his head. ‘’Not a chance.’’

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing games, laughing and eating cotton candy until you forgot all of their names. Conrad even won you a turtle plushie at the ring toss, which you happily brought home at the end of the day.

‘’I had the best day with you today,’’ you said as you walked back to his car, one hand holding his and the other cradling your turtle, feeling incredibly lucky to have someone who could turn your day around so effortlessly.

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 4 months

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"That's a Wrap!"

Loki’s not-so-triumphant return home from prison is delayed due to a winter storm as the Avengers all find themselves snowed in at the Tower for Christmas. As your holiday mood sinks, the others find a festive way to lift your spirits.

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader Genre: Comfort, longing fluff with a touch of suggestiveness Content Warning: slight nod to bondage, but nothing else Word Count: ~2k

Prompt: The Avengers sneak Loki back from prison and wrap him up as a goofy present for Reader, who's always carried a torch for him.

For @lady-rose-moon's Secret Santa gift!

“It’s kind of funny,” you said softly as you sensed someone joining you in the darkened room.

“What is?” asked Natasha, forgetting that you had heightened perception, so not even she could usually sneak up on you. You could smell the two mugs of spiked cocoa she was carrying as she came in to sit beside you, the vague scent of butterscotch shots mingling in with the rest.

“The snow’s still kind of pretty, even if it’s completely disabling the city,” you answered bitterly, pressing your forehead to the cold pane in front of you. “If we went outside right now, it would probably be gray and graveled slush all over.”

Nat sighed, putting the mugs on the table between you. “But from up here it looks like a postcard.”

“Right.”

It was the worst blizzard New York had seen since 1993. Whiteouts blinded anyone daring to walk outside. Frigid gusts whipped snow drifts against the sides of buildings, burying doorways and windows, trapping people inside. Any car making an attempt on the road turned into a boat that went sailing freely down the icy thoroughfare, careening out of control. Temperatures settled well below the threshold required to close schools. Wind-whipped ice pellets stung the skin while the air froze eyelids shut.

The redhead paused for a moment, setting the mugs down next to you but making no move to sit. “I thought if you wouldn’t go to the party, I’d bring the party--”

“--thanks,” you mumbled, unsure if you wanted any at the moment.

The Black Widow bit her lip, still somewhat ill at ease in gentler social situations. “So, you were really hoping he’d be home by now, weren’t you?” She asked it with a little too much caution, as if the wrong inflection would be enough to spark a meltdown.

“I know you all know,” you mumbled bitterly. “Don’t worry about skirting around it anymore.”

The right corner of Nat’s lip curled. “Thanks. That was getting annoying.”

After the parole of your unwitting beloved, one Loki Laufeyson of Asgard and Jotunheim, was granted and ordered to be served on Midgard, you were practically giddy. Finally after years of talking to him as a prisoner under your observation when you and Steve made trips to Asgard, your hard work convincing both Odin the King and the United Nations paid off, and you’d won freedom for your flame (at least partially).

However, you’d hoped he’d be delivered back to Earth by the holiday, as you’d planned it in your head to make your first date a sweet, light-hearted Christmas Eve outing. It would be such a change from the harsh dungeons of the palace he’d once more willingly called home.

That was when the weather turned, and it made any aircraft landing impossible. The storm began on the 22nd, and it was still raging two full days later. It was ripping the city apart at the seams, making even walking to the curb an impossible task.

Shrugging, you turned away from her and looked out the window again, ignoring Nat when she gently nudged one of the mugs toward you. “Am I wrong for being into him?”

“Yes,” Natasha said without skipping a beat. “Especially considering you’re planning on asking an intergalactic war criminal to get in bed with you.”

“So I like ‘em bad,” you mumbled. “And besides…he’s on parole now. Or probation.Whatever.”

Nat twisted her lip. “You know how I feel about him. And that my feelings would never change, even if he was vindicated.”

“Noted.”

“But,” she went on after a pause, “It still really sucks seeing one of us so depressed on Christmas eve, no matter what the reason. Please come downstairs. We’re doing the Secret Santa gifts, and Thor had your name.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “How come Thor made it home?”

Chuckling, Natasha took a sip of her spiked cocoa. “Is that any way to talk about your possible future brother-in-law?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

You woefully looked out into the snowy twilight, pressing your forehead against the cold glass. Natasha groaned. “Okay, I tried,” she said, getting up, not bothering to grab her own cup. “I’ll tell Thor to put some holes in the box until you feel like coming down.”

Winking, she went slowly for the door, deliberately waiting for you to make sense of her clue. You got up, still skeptical. “He didn’t bring back another direwolf thinking it was a husky, did he?”

She didn’t turn around, only pausing in the doorway to say, “I guess that remains to be seen.”

Thor was always well-intentioned, but his meatheadedness often got you all into trouble, and tonight it would be specifically on your account if things went awry. “Did he really get me something…dangerous?”

“Oh, it’s dangerous,” Nat promised.

Shit, you thought, going to follow Nat downstairs after all. Even if you didn’t want to be there, if Thor had inadvertently caused danger with your ‘present,’ you had to at least take some responsibility for it. It still didn’t stop you from cursing Thor in every way possible while you reluctantly trailed Nat down to the lounge floor.

The air was much hotter on the floor below, and the sudden burst of bright fluorescent lighting forced you to squint for the seconds it took your pupils to adjust. You’d been sitting and sulking in the dark for a while.

“There she is!” chortled Thor Claus, wearing an obnoxiously oversized Santa hat that nearly slid down his face as he rushed over to greet you. “Happy Tidings!”

“Eyyy look who’s here!” chimed in Tony from the bar in the corner, where he was disseminating drinks. “Eggnog? With or without the special ingredient?”

“With, please,” you said quietly. “But I’m not staying long. I’m only here because someone warned me about my gift going rogue, Thor.”

Thor smiled at Nat, who winked from behind you so that you couldn’t see the message. “Friend, it has done no such thing--”

Tony interjected. “--but it is getting a bit crabby!”

Steve rolled his eyes from the sofa while Bucky giggled on his lap. “Yeah, please just open it!” he begged.

You twisted your lip skeptically as Thor pointed. “It’s under the bejeweled arbor,” he said.

Scott Lang nearly spat out the beer he was drinking. “It’s just a Christmas tree, Thor, pal!” he called.

The room was as merry and bright as one would expect for the occasion. Tony hadn’t skimped on a caterer, and they’d delivered a twenty-foot spread of every fathomable Yule-centered food. Vision was blinking red and green (Wanda couldn’t keep her eyes off of him). Nat went off to join Bruce Banner closer to the large tree in the center of the room, which was also where you began to head.

As you approached the tree, everyone else in the room seemed to cease their own activities in order to follow you, whether physically or with their attention. You noticed the low hum of diverse conversations blending together had ceased.

“What--?” you began asking before something caught your eye at the base of the fifteen-foot tree.

Sitting on his legs, tied and wrapped from neck-to-toe in metallic green Christmas wrapping, was none other than Loki, a large red bow plopped sloppily on top of his long black hair. Someone had hung a large holly wreathe around his neck, and above his head, dangling on a bit of fishing line, was a sprig of mistletoe. He was in profile to you, but the moment he could gather from the room that you’d spotted him, he looked for you.

He smiled in spite of his situation when he met your eye. However, his cheeks began to turn pink.

“Um…Merry Christmas?” he asked quietly, causing half the room to erupt in roaring laughter.

“But…I thought…how?” you said, unable to line up a complete thought as your brain was simultaneously attempting to process the surprise that Loki had come home after all..and that he was restrained and sitting in a submissive’s humble pose at your feet.

Thor was so proud of his little trick. He followed you back to the tree, his fists proudly sitting against his hips as he posed like Heracles. “He came back with me.”

“We were going to call you,” said Nat, still laughing (and, admittedly, gaining some satisfaction at Loki’s humiliation). “But then he said something that made Thor and I come up with this idea.”

“Oh?” you asked with curiosity, kneeling in front of the God of Chaos, bound helplessly in crepe paper, cupping his face in your hands. “What did you say?”

Loki raised a brow. “I said nothing,” he bluffed.

“The first words he said were to ask of your health and whereabouts,” Thor said gleefully. “And that’s when the Woman of Stealth and I invented this humorous plot to bring you some Yuletide cheer!”

You couldn’t help but eye Loki up and down, literally delivered to you wrapped in shiny paper. “It’s certainly cheering me up!” you said, your mood elevating with each laugh.

Loki’s cheeks continued to go red and warm.

“He still needs to loosen up a little,” suggested Scott.

“Let’s force-feed him some ‘nog! Anyone got a bib and a funnel?” asked Tony, raising his voice.

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus, guys, isn’t this enough?”

Loki smirked and sighed as you leaned over to kiss his forehead gently. “I’m quite thankful you got here before they made good on their threat to…what was it…’don me now in gay apparel’?”

Scott shrugged as Thor and Nat turned to him expectantly, the copious amounts of drink starting to slosh around in his brain. “I thought he’d look less scary in a reindeer outfit!”

“Well,” you said, “let’s at least free you from these Christmas trappings--”

“--no!” Loki quickly refused, nearly causing you to flinch. “They…the humiliations are manifold…” he began to explain.

Thor chimed in unceremoniously. “He’s completely nude underneath his paper bonds!”

You gasped as Loki nodded in the affirmative. “While I assure you I would have no qualms with showing the chiseled, superior physique of Prince Loki to this room of peasants, I have been told doing so will result in having garlands and snowglobes thrown at me.”

“And that’s a promise. I think we’ve all had enough exposure to Loki’s scepter around here,” said Stark. Several people in the room nodded in agreement.

Loki groaned, annoyed and further embarrassed. “Thus, I’m stuck until the party ends, after which you WILL be unwrapping your…err…gift, in privacy.” He struggled gently against the layers of paper tightly wound about him.

You reached up to straighten the bow on his head. “That’s better. And I’ll be more than happy to open my christmas present in the privacy of my bedroom later.”

The rest of the evening was spent in good cheer all around, thanks in part to you gently feeding Loki sips of Stark’s alcoholic eggnog until he was ready to willingly partake in the merriment. It didn’t hurt that you added the incentive of a promised kiss under the mistletoe after the others left.

Finally, the last of the revelers made their way to their bedrooms, you fulfilled your promise to Loki, not able to help yourself as you slipped a finger under the tapped wrappings at his throat, using your long nail to gracefully slice a long cut right down the middle. You peeled the green paper away just enough to expose his bare chest, stopping your breath at the sight. Loki added a sly, sexy grin to the image, completing the statue of the hottest Christmas gift you’d ever received.

“Oooh,” you moaned with excitement, “Merry Christmas to me, indeed!”

Part of @fictive-sl0th's 2023 Secret Santa game

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 30 days

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Imagine realising that Buggy has been upset about a misunderstanding...

“Don’t think I don’t know what you did. You got into Shanks’ head. You convinced him to let me go!” Buggy shouted. He turned away and began picking at the straws on the hat in his hands. The stretchy kid wasn’t around to complain about it anyway.

Your jaw dropped. When did you ever do such a thing?

You respected Buggy as much as you did Shanks. You never told the red-haired pirate to let him - oh. That damn phrasing was familiar and the more you thought, the quicker a memory from many years ago resurfaced.

A private conversation between yourself and Shanks that clearly had another set of prying ears. Lowering your head, you let out a soft laugh from the absurdity of it all.

Buggy frowned at your reaction, turning slowly. “Something funny to you?”

“You flashy fool.” You looked up meet his angry-yet-confused blue eyes. “That conversation was never about you.”

Shanks lowered his bottle and frowned. “Could you repeat that?”

“No. You heard me the first time.” You declined. “It happens, Shanks. There are times when people have to be let go from the crew.”

“But, Buggy-”

“He doesn’t need the details.”

There was a thump outside the door making you jump. Shanks walked over and opened the panel to find the deck empty. The crew were asleep with only the gentle rocking of the ship and occasional sea breeze.

“Must have been the wind.” He said and promptly closed the door again. Turning around, he folded his arms. “I’m still not onboard with this.”

You exhaled. This was quickly becoming tiresome. “Shanks, I-”

“Listen, I don’t care that you’re falling for Buggy. It shouldn’t be the basis to leave.”

“I’m compromised. I can’t be certain that I’ll be at my best if my thoughts are elsewhere. What kind of loyalty is that?”

“Loyalty is the willingness to fight for what you love. And if you’re fighting for Buggy, I will gladly support it.” Shanks said with finality and stepped across to envelop you in a hug. “You’re not leaving us. Besides, Buggy would kill me almost immediately.”

“You were going to leave?” The blue-haired pirate asked completely bewildered.

You nodded. “I was until you jumped the cannon and did it first.”

Buggy scoffed in return. “You were talking about me in a private room with that idiot. That’s not what a crew does.”

“I was confiding in a friend. You eavesdropped, drew your own conclusions and have been moping around because of it” You snapped, starting to grow more frustrated.

He didn't give you the chance to explain back then. If he had, you could have told him how much you loved him and maybe - just maybe the three of you could have sailed the sea together.

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Peppermint Tea 11

Alright. So this part is pretty plot heavy, I would think? I hope you enjoy the direction I've got planned, and if you have any suggestions I would gladly hear them!

Warnings! Kissing and some heavy petting? It's not too graphic. Mihawk is sad.

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For once, you are the first one awake the next morning. Your eyes crack open to the delightful sight of your lover? Boyfriend? You still don't know which term you prefer. But he looks beautiful while asleep, his usually pinched scowl relaxed and peaceful in his sleep. You take in his handsome features, to his sharp jaw and immaculate facial hair.

This man has become so much to you in what feels like such a small amount of time. It feels more like you have known Dracule for your entire life, not the measly three months that have actually passed. And maybe you have, the more you think about it, and if your dreams have anything to say about it.

After that first time, you've had similar dreams since. Sometimes, they aren't as bad. Sometimes it will be you and that same young man. He would grace you with a smile and promise that everything would be okay. That he wouldn't allow what mother and father agreed to happen. You still don't really know what he means, and the dreams always slip away before you can examine them.

Other times, it would be storming, the wind and sea raging as you and the boy struggled to sail through the crashing waves. Those ones were the worst, for you had eaten a devil fruit, and the ocean hated those who had betrayed her trust. Those dreams made you wake up in a sweat, the name of the young man on your lips, but unsaid, you still couldn't remember it.

But no matter what, you would always see a familiar sword and a wide brimmed hat with its white feather. You know who they belong to now, especially now that the owner in question lay in the bed with you. But why would he be showing up in such odd dreams? Did Dracule know something about you? Something that could connect you to your past that you have long forgotten?

The thought made you uneasy, and you did not like it.

Mihawk moves in his sleep, the arm that he had wrapped around your waist tugging you closer, “Stop thinking so hard, Angel,” he grumbles and his rough voice had your stomach doing flips, “Go back to sleep.”

A quiet sigh leaves your nose, and you close your eyes to do as he says. This lasts all for ten seconds before you open your eyes again, frowning as you shift to get comfortable. You try again, and still, sleep does not come. You squirm a little more and press your cold nose into his chest to block out what little light is streaming through the window.

Despite being much more comfortable, your mind will not calm and thoughts race. You find yourself shifting again, brow scrunching up, and you close to giving up when Dracule suddenly grabs you and rolls so that he lays on top of you.

You shiver when his hot breath ghosts over your neck and ear, “What's got you so restless, Dear one?” Mihawk demands and presses soft kisses to the skin right below Your ear. You gasp and clutch his shoulders, eyes fluttering at how nice it feels to have him press you into the bed.

“I keep having these dreams,” you begin and hiss when Dracule nips you a little harsher than usual, “But they feel like memories. And I see you every time.” You admit and Mihawk chuckles darkly, and you can feel it rumble through his chest.

“Dreaming about me?” Dracule teases and leans up to rest on his elbows, looking at where he has you trapped beneath him, and frowns when he realizes that you look serious. He shifts to his back, taking you with him so that you lay splayed over his chest.

“Do you want to tell me about them?” Mihawk asks, teasing tone from earlier gone and replaced by one of care and gentle encouragement. He rubs circles into the exposed skin of your back where your sleep shirt has risen up and hums in content when he feels your weight settle over him.

You think about his offer. You aren't sure what kind of answer Dracule could give you if you told him about your dreams, but you didn't want to keep anything from him, either. So, quietly, you tell him of your first dream. About running, the cities and fields of your home burning. The young man who carried you through the destruction of the island. It's hard to recall details, but you do your best to describe the symbol that you'd seen many of the attackers wearing. And finally, of seeing his sword with the literal cross guard and his hat.

The moment that you had described Big Mom's jolly Roger, an awful foreboding feeling had begun to creep in. Dracule knows what you are talking about. A time when he had been still young enough to make foolish, quick decisions that he would later on regret. How could this have happened? How did you survive?

Dracule tightens his hold on you, and his angel snuggles into his chest like he wasn't the savage who hadn't helped destroy her home.

Thankfully, you don't seem to find anything amiss with him, instead turning to look up at Dracule with sleepy eyes full of adoration.

“I know it's a long shot, but you wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?” You say, voice wavering and unsure. You blush and loom away, “I know it's kinda dumb since they are just dreams, but they feel so real.”

Dracule Hawkeye Mihawk decided then and there that this would be the only lie that he would ever tell you, for he leaned in and kissed your brow, “I'm sorry, Darling. I'm afraid I don't know anything about that.”

You nod easily, “I figured so, but I just wanted to make sure,” you place a soft kiss to his chest and Mihawk's heart aches in a way that he has never felt before. He isn't in the habit of feeling guilty, but right now? If you asked the warlord for anything, he would move the world to do it for you. For how could he not, when he was part of the reason you were stuck on this island?

Mihawk hums in response. He needs to distract you from this line of thought you seem to be stuck in, so he changes tactics. His hands press more fully into your plush skin, the innocent touches becoming a bit more forceful. Your hands flex against his chest, and Dracule takes that as permission to continue.

“Don't think about them, sweet thing. You are here, with me, now. And I am not going anywhere.” Mihawk swears quietly and grasps your hips, adjusting you so that you sit on his lap, legs resting on either side of his waist. Your face is scarlet, frost creeping along your arms, and Dracule rubs your exposed thighs in a soothing manner.

You nod quickly, eagerly. You don't want him to ever leave you, and would go with him if you could. But just the thought of leaving your island sends fear striking down your back and a voice shouting at you that you can never ever leave for your safety.

Dracule smirks up at you, “I'm glad we've come to an agreement, then,” he draws and tugs you down by your sleep shirt. You fall forward and catch yourself on the bed, and Mihawk leans in to capture your lips in a kiss that makes you forget about the less than pleasant memories.

The warlord sweeps his hands under your shirt, hands finding your nipples with ease and gently rolling the buds between his thumb and forefinger. You keen into his mouth, and Mihawk slips his tongue inside at the first opportunity.

He plays with you until your hips jerk against his own, and your eyes fly open when you feel the hard length of Dracule, separated by the thin fabric of both of your underwear. His hand finds your hips again, and he pulls you down as he rolls his own hips up, grinding up into your delectable heat.

The friction has you whining, eyes clenching shut as Dracule does it again and again. The man under you licks into your mouth, rhythm unhurried as he gives you a pleasure that you have not experienced before. He doesn't stop, and the heat in your lower stomach coils so tightly that it suddenly snaps, leaving you crying out and burying your face in the crook of his neck. Everything feels over sensitive, and it takes you longer than what it should to catch your breath.

Dracule says nothing, allowing you to come down from your high. His cock twitches from where it's still pressed between your legs, and it takes all of his willpower to not remove the offending layer so that he could feel how soft he knew you would be.

The pirate grits his teeth when you move, sitting up so that you can look down at him. He is flushed, chest a light pink under the thick hair that grows there. He watches as you lick your lips, eyes going half lidded, “What about you?” You murmur softly and meet his heavy gaze.

Just as Dracule was about to suggest something rather lewd, a loud whining came from outside the bedroom. Your expression drops, and Dracule can't help the sigh he lets out as he drops his head into the pillow. This would not be the first time that Hank has ruined the mood, and it definitely would not be the last.

“Go on, sweet thing. I'll meet you in the kitchen for breakfast,” Dracule assures you, and you lean down to steal a kiss from his lips before you slide off his lap. You dress quickly in a pair of leggings, but leave your sleep shirt unchanged for now.

He watches you disappear and then slings an arm over his eyes. He needed to think, your admission about your dreams, no memories, had shaken him. Mihawk knew who you were, at least he had a good idea of who anyway, and if Big Mom ever found out if you were still alive, Mihawk isn't sure if even he could save you from her wrath and the rest of her monstrous family.

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