You better have appointments with the dentist before entering because you are about to uncover disgusting, mushy, feet-kickin, tooth rotting sweetness. Bring the kids because this is the house of child characters!
About the confectioner
Gumdrop Gallery
Headers/dividers
Masterlist
Confectioneryâs shop Guideline
Candy Menu
Fure Fure Bozu ft Gray and Juvia
Apprenticeâs Apprentice ft Roger and Whitebeard Pirates
Okay yaâll to make me write I âm gonna do my experiment on writing and hopefully that will help me get to the normal groove; I just finished one but I do want to warn yaâll they gonna be sucky at the start since itâs been six months but bear with me!
hey :) Iâve read your wbp x child reader fics and I think theyâre amazing!
Iâd like to request whitebeard pirates with gender neutral child reader thatâs like inumaki from jjk
basically they can make people do whatever they want but the more intense the command is the more theyâre throat gets damaged (?) and they speaks by using rice ball ingredients like salmon to agree bonito flakes to disagree, mustard leaf to show concern, kelp to greet and salmon roe to grab attention to something or someone.
sorry if this request has a lot of details :( I hope you have a great day or night đ«¶đŸ
Rice Balls ft Marco the Phoenix
A/N hopefully hereâs the first of many again; reminder I have been out for 6 weeks so I think my first few works are gonna be poopy but I âll get there again!
Reader here is replaced by Dokusha which stands for reader in Japanese to ensure the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers!
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Dokucha gave the man in front of him a tight smile, hoping to appease the current disappointment and annoyance that was leaving him in waves.
âKelp?â They asked, trying to alleviate the tense atmosphere
âHow many times have I told you not to overdo it, yoi?â Marco hissed, rolling his chair closer to the child as they began to probe different areas in their neck, a small ' let me know if it hurtsâ
âRoasted seaweedâŠâ they mumbled, dejected.
âSo why are we having this conversation again-yoi?â
âPickl-Bonito Flakes,â They hissed when the doctor pressed into a particularly sore spot on their neck, causing the man to retreat with a sigh.
âItâs not too dire-yoi, some low-level anti-inflammatories should do the trick this time. Iâll also tell Thatch to make some specialized soup again,â he announced, making a few annotations on his notepad before turning back to the child.
âSalmon!â they called, throwing him a thumbs up.
âNow about your overuseâ
âFish Flakes,â they huffed out, their previous excitement leaving them as they slumped over, prepared for the lecture that was sure to come.
Marco let out a sigh at this, rolling his eyes at the child
âDokucha, youâre more than welcome to use your devil fruit; thatâs not the problem-yoiâ
âLotus Leaf?â they questioned, confused
âYou get carried away every time,â Marco announced bluntly, watching the dejected look on the child's face, his eyes softening.
âListen-yoi, you just need to know your limits; donât think youâre the only one. Ace still has that problem. That idiot burned another town just last week,â he reminded them, rubbing the side of his head as if the thought alone was bringing him pain.
âTuna Mayo,â Dokucha snickered; property destruction and unintentional arson definitely sounded like Ace would engage on constantly before they remembered their original topic.
âLotus leaf?â They questioned, pointing at the first commander who simply shook his head.
âI âm afraid I wonât be much help; my zoan fruit does not work similarly to yours, you know; though even Pops and Jozu have paramecias as well, I donât think they would be very useful, which meansâŠâ
Marco let out a loud groan, realizing the only member on board who could possibly guide them was the very same one who had struggled with self-control in the first place.
They definitely had a long road ahead of them before they would be able to use their devil-fruit without ending up in the infirmary right after.
Little lady-in-waiting ( A rain fanfiction) Chapter 6
A/N Had this on my drafts for a month hut it wasenât until I started the project this week that I finally got it edit and ready to go
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âXandra, are you sure you donât want to stay a little longer?â Selva mused, looking up at the shifter as she sank deeper into the bathâs water
âItâs okay, I already enjoyed my timeâ she piped up, still happily kicking her feet on the water; a warm towel draped over her.
âBesides, I am technically supposed to be watching over since Rain-San canât come in,â she reminded her, only for said man to pipe up, his voice echoing around the washing quarters.
âLittle One, Arenât you done yet?â
âI âm sorry just a little bit longerâ she called back, a flush filling her face after she had spoken. Xandra couldnât help the small snicker that escaped her lips; she knew the princess was elated that the person they had been looking for three years was finally with them and was willing and ready to protect them at all times, even now.
Before she could comment on it however she paused letting out a small growl as the sound of someone else in the room reached her ears and with it a sweet smell.
Without word of warning she quickly pulled a fainting Selva out of the water lying her next to the baths, a towel delicately placed on top of her to hide the princess at her most vulnerable.
With her liege now out of danger from drowning or being snatched away from the sudden intruder, she allowed her magic to flow through her and soon, instead of the young lady-in-waiting, stood a snow-white wolf; a dangerous snarl emanating from her as it glared at one of the poor souls and pounced on him with a vicious snarl.
It was no surprise when the assassin was easily brought down with the weight and momentum of the canine, throwing him off balance, a hiss escaping him as her claws dug into him, eyes widening as her jaws followed promptly after straight for his neck, only to pause just before she could dig her teeth into him; a warning.
âYou donât waste any time in attacking do you?â Rain growled as he made his way inside and unsheathed his sword.
âDonât worry yourself over them, Little Wolf; Iâll take care of the rest. You go ahead and take care of Little One and the poison,â he announced, the wolf giving one last snarl to the assassin before trotting next to Selva, nudging her face as Rain gently placed the princess on Xandraâs back.
âI âll send for Gunther when I finish here; find me after, alright?â He questioned, nodding in approval as he received a small yip from the girl as she made her way out of the bath, hauling the precious cargo.
âAs for you,â Rain began, attention back to the assassins.
âYou donât think think I âll let you return just like that after you saw them naked, now do you? Little Wolf was too nice to let you off with a warning, but donât think I will extend the same courtesy.
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After ensuring that all the poison had been extracted from the princess and that she was left in safe hands with Gunther, the young lady-in-waiting headed off to find the general, following the sound of his voice until she reached the correct room and let herself in.
âLittle Wolf, there you are; are you feeling alright?â Rain inquired as soon as she had entered the room.
âI âm good;I also extracted any leftover poison from Selva-san; it wasenât anything letal so she no damage was doneâ she replied; sitting herself next to the man a small smile leaving her as Rain ruffled her hair In greeting.
âAn ambush during her bath,â Ralphus mumbled before looking up at the girl.
âWere you perhaps able to identify what kind of poison was used?â
âIt was from the ashimaru plant; the extract from their flowers can and is often used as a narcotic,â she easily recited, causing a sigh to leave Ralphus
âThat means they are acting organized; what about the Captives?â
âThey are in the communal cell, still unconscious. On that note, Little Wolf is the Little one still asleep as well?â
âShe was, yes; Gunther-san is watching over them right nowâ
âAlright; I will be heading to see her as soon as weâre done with our briefingâ
âThat would be for the best; in that case I will interrogate the intrudersâ Ralphus concluded just in time for Lennyâs voice to cut in and whisking the General away with some sudden situation that needed his attention.
Originally, she was going to return to her friendâs side to be there when she woke up. Still, she had to admit she was curious about what kind of people Rain had deemed good enough to be called his brother-in-arms, and thus she accompanied him and his retainers to their cells, only to pause before they went in.
âIs something the matter?â Nigel questioned spotting her lack of movement; he would be lying if he said he was not skeptical that this child was as strong as Rain made her to be especially with her looking aghast by simply approaching the cells.
âRalphus-san..?â She called
âWhat is it, Miss Faens?â
âI will be returning to Selva-sanâs side now; I was hoping to have a better grasp of your character, but it seems circumstances are not the best.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât hear any heartbeats coming from the cells.â
It was that day that the allied forces would find out how far their enemy was willing to go to keep the upper hand and silence any potential captured soldier by having each agent ingest poison before their departure, ensuring their timely death before they could be questioned; this would be the first of many instances to come.
Okay yaâll to make me write I âm gonna do my experiment on writing and hopefully that will help me get to the normal groove; I just finished one but I do want to warn yaâll they gonna be sucky at the start since itâs been six months but bear with me!
imagine marco accidentally giving his partner a rash because he uses 3 in 1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner and has not washed his hair properly with normal shampoo and conditioner. like yes he's a doctor, he's very smart, but also 3 in 1 body wash calls to him.
Hayoo! Hope you are having a wonderful day and have come with a request; What do of a proxie but the thing is she only begrudgingly listens to Tim/masky and him only maybe sheâs really scared of him? And is quite hostile borderline aggresive to Hoodie/Brian and Toby so they often have to get Masky to have a talk with her ( up to you what a âtalkâ really is) in the middle of the mission. Toby and Brian looking so Smug on the side, taunting and baiting her cause they now she wonât bite back with Time there and even if she does a simple warning from the man and shes grumbling a mortified âsorry sirâ. Iâm really exited to see different writerâs take on this request đ
Oooh thank you my love đș I hope this is to your liking.
Bratty Proxy
You're not exactly an easy teammate. Thank god Masky is the leader for a reason.
CW: None
âBratâ is what most would call you. Spoiled, bitchy, and most of all, bratty.
It is certainly the general census among the pastas of the mansion. Even those who havenât interacted with you often have a second-hand bias from what theyâve heardâand those sources come straight from what the others have seen or experienced themselves.
Hoodie and Toby especially.
Youâre⊠difficult. Itâs no news that you canât exactly cooperate with most people. Headstrong, or more accurately, hardheadedâyour teamwork often results in a visit to Slendermanâs office.
Hoodie has no problems for the most part. You bite, kick, screamâ but in the end, he was stronger than you. If anything, you remind him of a seething puppy. All aggression, but not much damage.
Itâs Toby who struggles with it most. Oh, words cannot describe how much he hates you. If youâre hostile, heâs hostile. And more times than not, your missions end in bloodshed that doesnât exactly come from your victims.
âY-Youâwhistles!âbitch!â Toby wails, swinging and knocking you in the head with his fist. Serves you right, but you often retaliate despite being the one instigating. You land a kick to his rib in return, trying to create distance as your âdisagreementâ becomes a physical dispute.
Hoodie doesnât break it up, he knows you wonât listenâwhen have you ever?
So itâs up to their one and only savior.
âCut it out.â
Itâs an order, sharp and concise, that leaves you freezing in your attack. Masky steps in, and heâs pissed. You canât see his face, but you can tell from the way his shoulders are squared, his movements jerky. He has no tolerance for you acting up, and with how often you do, itâs the same song and rhyme.
âYou think Slender sends us out here so you can act a damn fool?â
No, Masky.
âDo you like acting fuckinâ stupid?â
No, Masky.
âSo now you canât talk? Youâve been whining all night.â
You realize it too; youâve gone quiet. All youâve done since he spoke up is shake your head, looking at him like a kicked puppy. He oughta kick youâget you down a peg, because you seem to desperately need it.
âWell?â His voice gruff, his gaze hard.
âNo, sir.â Sir. Your hostility has diminished, and in its stead is pathetic defeat. "Sorry, sir."
Hoodieâs all amused, clearly finding your humiliation satisfying. Toby too, though heâs still grumbling under his breath, cursing you out in every way he can. Itâs then that Masky steps in front of you, puffing smoke in your face.
His hand is rough when he suddenly grabs the back of your neck and pushes you towards the van.
âThatâs what I thought. Now get in and shut up. I donât want to hear another word from you until weâre home.â
The colour caught your eye before anything else. A startling blue feather, its colour deep and rich as though carved from sapphire. It sat behind a merchant as you passed through the town and you couldnât help but approach.
It was a hairpin; carved from polished dark oak with delicate patterns carved into the wood. You were obvious enough in your staring that the saleswoman held it out for you to appreciate.
And you did, delicately examining the fine feather attached to the pin.
âThe feather comes from a three-legged bird that lives on an island deep in the Grand Line,â she said, offering only generic words.
It could have come from anywhere but it was beautiful and more importantly, it reminded you just enough of Marco. You ran your fingers over the gold etched into the pin and handed over the price she asked for without bothering to bargain.
Then you spent embarrassingly long trying to get it into the perfect position before you strolled back to the Moby Dick. You had to admit you were excited for him to see it.
But the second Marcoâs eyes fell on the feather where it hung against your hair, he went still. His hand paused halfway through setting down the papers heâd been holding and his gaze caught on the bright blue plume.
âWhere did you find that yoi?â
You slowed near him, suddenly uncertain. âI bought it on the island? It reminded me of you.â
His eyes narrowed slightly at that and before you could stop him, he reached out to touch the feather. His fingers dragged over it once, slow and careful, before his expression tightened almost imperceptibly.
âHuh,â he said quietly.
You waited for him to elaborate but after another second he just pulled his hand back and shrugged one shoulder. âLooks expensive yoi.â
Confused, you laughed softly. âThatâs all you have to say?â
âWhat else is there?â
He turned back toward his work but the movement was sharper than usual and you found yourself reaching up to touch the feather once he looked away. Youâd thought heâd be flattered but clearly that had been a vain idea.
You didnât take it out that day, if only because youâd spent far too much time putting it in to remove it so quickly. But that only made things weirder.
Because Marco clearly didnât like it.
Yet he kept touching it.
When you leaned close to him and he threw an arm over your shoulder, heâd play with the feather, tugging on it just enough to move the pin in your hair. That night when you put it down, he immediately picked it up again, twisted it in his fingers and then put it down.
âDoes it not suit me?â you asked, watching him drop it onto the table.
âIf you like it, it doesnât matter,â he said but that wasnât an answer.
You wore it from time to time to see his reactions. It created a stupidly obvious pattern where he was more annoyed than ever on the days you wore it â snapping at just about everybody who asked him something obvious.
One of those experimental days, the wind picked up strong enough to almost knock it from your hair entirely. You pulled it out and left the pin atop a crate while you got to work with the rigging when an unexpected tip from the ship sent it tumbling over the deck.
You watched helplessly as the brilliant blue skated over the damp planks toward the edge of the ship, catching briefly against uneven wood before the next tilt sent it moving again. Salt wind whipped across the deck hard enough to sting your eyes as you lunged too late toward it. Then Marcoâs hand closed around the pin just before it disappeared over the side.
His eyes flicked to the ocean for a second and his grip tightened. Then he walked it inside and left it on a safer table before getting back to work.
Nothing had changed and yet it had.
He still laughed, still pressed kisses across your jaw and down your neck. He still teased you about worrying but something was wrong. Not in a way you could explain⊠just something slightly off.
Something nobody else you spoke to seemed to notice. Ace guessed he was busy. Izou thought he was being stubborn and not sleeping. Haruta said there had always been something wrong with Marco so trying to figure out what specifically was odd was redundant.
Which all left you desperate enough to ask the only source of reliable information on the ship.
Pops held out his hand and you dropped the pin into his palm. He lifted it close to his face, massive fingers careful around the delicate wood.
âItâs the wrong colour,â he said eventually. âMarcoâs feathers are brighter.â
You sighed. âI know itâs not exact. It was just meant to remind me of him.â
Pops hummed and tilted the pin slightly so the blue feather caught the sunlight. âMm.â
âIs he getting offended over inaccurate shades of blue?â you asked. âBecause if thatâs what this is then heâs being ridiculous.â
A laugh rumbled out of him. âIt wouldnât be anything new.â
You crossed your arms. âHe keeps touching it and staring at it and acting annoyed every time I wear it. I canât even tell if he likes it or hates it.â
âOh, he knows he hates it,â Pops said easily. âHe just hasnât figured out why yet. I have been entertained by the daily theories though.â
You tilted your head back, squinting against the sun to stare up at him. âEvery day?â
âIt is getting a little boring at this point though,â he admitted. âIf you two are going to give me relationship drama, Iâd prefer it more interesting than a hair accessory.â
You left the conversation with Pops less confused about Marcoâs opinion but still equally lost on what was causing it. The colour? It was far duller than his own but that couldnât be it⊠it had been a while since youâd last seen his feathers though.
Maybe you had accidentally chosen a shade so far off that he found it offensive. Though he wouldnât admit to that if you asked.
You paced a hole into the deck while you considered it until finally giving up and making your way into Marcoâs quarters that evening.
He was leaning over his desk as usual, illuminated only by a flickering oil lamp beside him. You pulled the pin from your hair as you entered and dropped it on the desk next to him.
His gaze lingered on it for far too long before he nudged it away.
âDidnât expect you so soon yoi,â he said. âAre you planning on sleeping already?â
âMaybe,â you said. âThough I did have a favour to ask.â
âIâll try my best to fulfil it.â
You breathed out softly before you asked, nervous that this would prove you right and his feathers had randomly turned purple or something. That would be the most embarrassing thing everâŠ
âCould you transform for me?â you asked.
Marcoâs pen paused and he tilted his head to you slightly. âWhat do you mean? Did you get hurt?â
âNo,â you hummed, hoping it would come out coy rather than uncertain. âI was thinking I hadnât seen your phoenix form in a while. Iâm missing it.â
âThatâs a pretty strange thing to miss yoi.â
You sighed, running your hands over his shoulders and down to his chest. âPlease. You know I like looking at you.â
He huffed and took his glasses off, placing them on the deck. He leaned back into you. âThis is sudden. Your feather not enough anymore?â
It could have been a tease. You may have even been fooled by it if you hadnât had your earlier conversation with Pops. And if you didnât see the way his gaze immediately shot toward the hairpin where it lay on the table.
You brought your lips to his ears to whisper, âMarco, please.â
For a second, he stayed still. His gaze flicked toward the feather where it lay abandoned on the desk before settling back on you again. Then he stood, pushing the chair back with a scrape against the floorboards and reaching up to cup your jaw.
He kissed you slowly at first, like he was trying to figure something out through the press of your lips. His thumb brushed beneath your ear and you hummed, leaning into him when his hand slid around the back of your neck instead.
âYouâre spoiled,â he muttered against your mouth though there was no heat in it.
His grip tightened briefly at the nape of your neck before he kissed you again, deeper this time, until you almost forgot what you had asked for in the first place. Then he guided you backwards through the room, attention fixed entirely on you now in a way that made warmth creep beneath your skin. Your knees hit the edge of the bed and he finally pulled away.
Marcoâs eyes were devilishly bright as he smirked at you. Then he erupted into blue flames. The phoenix unfurled before you like a rose blooming in a garden, its bright light illuminating every corner of the room.
His wings unfurled wide enough to brush the edges of the room before folding partially back against his sides, feathers crackling softly with blue flame; every feather a glittering mix of blues and golds. Fire danced harmlessly around his talons as he stepped forward, his phoenix form almost as tall as you were sitting.
You watched in mild awe. It never got any less brilliant to see him like this.
Then you reached out and gently ran your nails over the side of his head. He tilted his head sharply to the side but you didnât let the movement deter you, smoothing your way over the soft and warm feathers.
He stepped closer and you brought your other hand up too, running both over the sides of his neck where the feathers were short and fluffy.
He extended his neck fully when you began to scratch, eyes closing. A deep trilling sound began deep in his chest that you would never mention in case he then stopped doing it. The noise only got louder once you got to the base of his wings, dragging your nails through the flickering flames and the fluff of his chest.
âSo beautiful,â you said and he shuffled closer to your touch. âMy handsome bird.â
He opened one eye to give you a reprimanding look but clearly decided the scratches were worth far more than his pride.
With an unexpected hop, he jumped onto your lap and you almost laughed, now able to rub at the base of his wings as well. He was actually making it harder as he shuffled further into your lap, growing heavier as he settled there. You twisted your torso to continue dragging your nails over his body, scratching under the heavier wing feathers.
âPretty,â you hummed as you watched the flames flicker over them.
He extended his wings slightly, pushing them out until they were touching the edges of the room and straightened taller. He settled fully onto your lap and the sudden weight tipped you backward against the mattress with a laugh caught in your throat. Warmth pressed over your chest immediately; heavy and soft all at once as blue flames flickered harmlessly across the sheets.
His body sprawled over your torso while he shuffled closer, feathers brushing beneath your hands until you could finally scratch properly along his ribs.
Then the flames retreated all at once and the human Marco reappeared, weight held mostly on his forearms so he didnât crush you.
âYouâre going to give me a complex yoi,â he said with his voice low. âIf youâre not careful, Iâll become insufferable because of you.â
You continued to tickle his sides, movements far softer and lazier now as you traced over skin rather than feather. âWho says youâre not already?â you asked.
He smiled faintly at you. âHey.â
âYou hate my hairpin,â you said. âBut you wonât just tell me. Iâm not that attached to it, you know, but I wanted to wear something that reminds me of you. And I canât use one of your actual feathers because they turn to ash the second theyâre not on you anymore.â
âThen donât wear feathers,â he said as though it was an obvious answer. âYou wonât ever find one that looks like mine anyway.â
You couldnât help but laugh. âThatâs true. They all pale in comparison to you.â
He glanced over his shoulder toward the desk. âThen why bother with that yoi?â
âI thought you might like the symbolism of it,â you explained. âIt was meant to represent you.â
âIt doesnât,â he said simply.
âI guessâŠâ
Marco sighed and ran his hand through his hair, leaning back so he was straddling your waist rather than hovering over you. âI appreciate the idea yoi,â he said. âBut it doesnât feel right. To have you walking around with a random birdâs feather in your hair.â
The realisation arrived slower than it should have. His words and the weight they carried caught up to you and you smiled up at him. It was such a trivial thing and yetâŠ
âWhat?â he asked.
âI didnât realise you were the jealous type,â you said.
âJealous,â he repeated as though the word was foreign. âI donât have anything to be jealous over.â
âThatâs why you nearly threw it in the ocean.â
âI didnât?â
âYou were considering it. When you caught it that day.â
He didnât meet your eyes. âI was trying to understand why you liked it so much yoi. Itâs ugly.â
You laughed softly and he crossed his arms, clearly annoyed that youâd managed to pin down the feeling before he had.
âItâs a feather,â you said. âI wasnât meaning to replace you or anything.â
âI didnât think that.â
âThen what was the problem?â
âYou can keep it yoi,â he said. âI donât mind you having it if you want but it annoys me when youâre wearing it on the deck. Because youâre not⊠itâs clearly not mine. Even if you want it to symbolise that it is.â
You sighed and shuffled backward until you were free to sit up and loop your arms around his neck. âYou know, you could have just told me you hated it.â
âYou had good intentions and you spent your money on it.â
âI really donât care about a hairpin,â you told him. âThough I do find it cute that youâre getting all territorial about a feather.â
âCute?â he repeated in a dry tone.
âYes,â you reiterated with complete sincerity because you could see the faint pout in his expression and that was decidedly cute. You leaned in to press your lips briefly against his. âYou are cute.â
He stared at you for a second and then he flicked his fingers and a bolt of blue flame shot toward the desk.
It hit the feather directly. The plume blackened instantly, curling inward before collapsing into soft ash that scattered across the wood.
âMarco!â
He looked entirely too pleased with himself for a whole second before your expression properly registered to him. The smugness faltered slightly.
âYou said you didnât like it,â he defended.
âSo you burned it?â
âIâll get you another one,â he said. âSomething pretty. Iâll have Izou help me find something without any awful feathers on it.â
You huffed though you couldnât find it in your heart to be actually annoyed. He stared at you with shamelessness for a few seconds before he leaned down and pressed his face into the crook of your neck.
âYou can wear my stuff instead yoi,â he said, his voice muffled against your skin.
âInsufferable,â you reiterated as his arms wound around your waist, pulling you in against him.
You dragged your fingers through his hair. âI canât believe you set my hairpin on fire because you were jealous.â
âThat wasnât⊠It bothered me. It didnât suit you.â
You smiled to yourself. Marco lifted his head to look at you, expression softer now and tinged with guilt. âIâm sorry,â he said.
âYouâre lucky I didnât like it that much,â you told him.
âIâll find you something to replace it yoi,â he said and you smiled.
âNo feathers?â
âNo,â he said with certainty.
Then without warning, blue flame bloomed around him again. You almost jumped at the phoenixâs sudden reappearance on the bed, his tail and legs spanning out over the sheets as he emerged from where Marco had been.
He puffed himself up for a second and then immediately shoved his head beneath your chin with a low trill.
You laughed to yourself, hand coming up to rest against the side of his neck, all warm feathers and flame.
âOh, now you want scratches again? Have I started something Iâm going to regret?â
Marco made a rough, chirring sound and his wings shifted impatiently against the mattress. He bumped your hand twice until you gave in, fingers sinking into the feathers along his neck to scratch beneath them.
He melted against you immediately, flames flickering warm across your skin as he spread his wings wide over the mattress. The movement crowded the bed entirely, soft feathers brushing your arms and throat while he shifted impatiently beneath your hands to guide your scratching exactly where he wanted it.
You laughed to yourself as he crawled closer until he sprawled over you; possessive, heavy, and unapologetic about it.
ê° Ë⧠Ë° đąÖŽà»đ·ÍÖ àŒ Ë ê± Being a marine your duty to serve the government would always come first. Whether that was to your friends or family you would always have a clear priority in mind. A shame that your soon to be husband disagrees with this notion.
ê° pairings! ê± yandere! shanks x reader! & yandere! mihawk x reader! ( separate )
ê° author's note! ê±Ű : Decided to try my hand at a darker love story and was pretty satisfied how it turned out! Originally the reader wasn't supposed to be as toxic as they are but I just couldn't help myself lowkey.
â Red-haired Shanks
Being a Vice-admiral was rough on the soul. Having to deal with paperwork, annoying criminals that only knew how to cause trouble, and of course having to handle an overbearing Yonko.
So, maybe you did bring the last one down on your head. But who could blame you? Being the apprentice of Garp the Hero meant being exposed to a wide variety of pirates of the great era. Amongst the most important were the Roger Pirates, of course. Which was probably when you first laid your eyes on the bright bundle of red hair who was staring into your soul from behind the dock. It had not been something all that interesting to you at first. Matter of fact you dismissed it as something not worth your time, and instead focused on proving your worth to your mentor.
( Many would argue that bringing a child to a fight against one of the more notorious pirate crew would be insanity. However, you would argue that you turned out pretty well all things considered and it certainly wasnât that bad )
What you didnât consider was that such a cold dismissal had sparked something in the future captain of the red haired pirates that you would never quite be able to extinguish.
Shanks would after this moment repeatedly seek you out much to Buggyâs chagrin. It was like watching a moth desperately chase a flame â and try to fight it?
Well, when youâre raised in a pirate ship your whole life things may become a little warped in terms of behaving normally. For Shanks who had seen Roger fight Garp his whole life and call it âfriendly roughhousing' it wasnât too unexpected that he would copy what he saw.
This being going after you every time he saw you to fight as a way to get your attention. It baffled you at first â as you had believed the two cabin boys did not participate much in combat. Only to have to dodge a punch to your face in a normal afternoon. But you werenât the one to backdown from a challenge, not back then and not even now. So you gave it your all right back to the scrawny red-haired boy that always seemed eager to chase after you.
What you didnât know was that Shanks had surprised the whole crew by going after you. Their young protege had not been someone who sought after fights. Rather he dealt with them if they came to him or to his friend. So, seeing him be so eager to run after Garpâs young apprentice had left many scratching their head in confusion.
But not their Captain. The future king of the pirates had simply stared after Shank who seemed to be almost jumping in anticipation to see you again and laughed himself silly. Afterwards, it seemed that Roger left Shanks to his own devices when Garp was nearby, and if anybody asked he would simply shrug and call it âyoung loveâ
The intensity of the so called âyoung loveâ was upped by a hundred after the execution of Roger.
A day that would be engraved in the red hairedâs memory for two reasons. The death of the man who raised him, and your presence. It had been a surprise to see you wondering around in the execution â Shanks didnât think Garp would have let you witness the gory parts but perhaps he was mistaken.
Not that he had much time to think about what Garp was doing after being rejected by his closest friend under the rain. Shanks felt the rain seep into his clothes, and he couldnât bring himself to care. The streets seemed to be empty, and he had forgotten where exactly Buggy had run off to. He felt too numb to acknowledge the tears dripping down his face as he stared down at his hands.
Until a hand grabbed his hand and brought him into an unsure hug. You had seen Shanks take off onto the distance and worried for someone you had considered a friend you took after him. Only to find him drenched by the rain like a pathetic cat that was thrown away.
You werenât someone usually moved by pity, but to see someone who was usually so bright and cheerful drenched in rain looked like his life had been drained away did move your heart just a little.
However, if future you could go back into the past and stop you from comforting Shanks without doubt you would have done it without hesitation.
Because this very moment would give birth to your biggest headache know to earth.
Shanks became almost obsessive with how much he had started checking on your whereabouts. Sending you parts of the treasure he would obtain with his start up crew, and talking his crewâs ears off when it came to you. What had once been an innocent, albeit persistent, puppy love had snowballed into a possessive devotion from one of the strongest pirate this new era had ever seen.
And you? Well, initially you found it amusing. It was funny to think a pirate had fallen in love with a marine whose job was to bring the guillotine down on his head. A situation that would probably make him the butt of the joke in many places.
In the back of your mind you could admit that you held some sort of affection for the pirate that you deemed pathetic. However, the bigger part of you knew that most of the indulgences you let him take was to boost your ego. Having someone like him practically begging at your feet for your attention? Who wouldnât be flattered?
But perhaps you had forgotten that you should never feed a stray dog; they always keep coming back for more.
So, perhaps you started indulging him. Perhaps you let him into your bed to have a good time with him. But who could blame you when whimpered so pretty? Batting his eyelashes and leaving his shirt unbuttoned every time he came into your bed at night. Clinging into you and shedding tears every time he wishes to sway you into keeping him longer by your side.
But at the end of the day. You were a marine. Somebody who shouldnât let their affairs with a nefarious pirate get in the way of their job or a good relationship with a trustworthy civilian or fellow marine officer. Which was why you didnât assume that Shanks would take it too personally when you started seeing other people. After all, it wasnât a serious arrangement for you so why should it be one for him?
And the one day he found you indulging a young officer who had gifted you a bouquet of flowers to ask you out. Shanks, disguised as a marine, stared down with a blank look on his face at the marine who had pink cheeks and stuttering words, and then looked at you who had an amused smirk in your face while accepting the flowers.
His hands dug so deeply into the tree he was hiding behind that it caused a hole to be blasted into it.
Rage didnât cut what he felt after seeing this. Neither did betrayal. What he felt was more easily compared to somebody reaching inside his chest and holding his heart tight enough that it caused death from pain.
The confrontation afterwards did not do him any good either.
âWho was that you were with?â Shanks asked as he cornered you in your office while staring daggers at the flowers you held in your arms with a detached look on your face.
Walking past him you gently set your flowers down on the table and took off your coat and shrugged nonchalantly.
âA nice recruit â truly kind of him to be looking out for me donât you think?â You asked with a low chuckle. Shanks felt his eye twitching at the sheer rage he was experiencing and grabbed your shoulder so he could look straight into your eyes and twisted you around.
âReally? Thatâs all you have to say? A nice recruit? He was obviously asking you out!â You had never seen him quite like this. Shanks seemed to be loosing his grip on his temper as he stared at your unbothered face who seemed to find no issues with the situation.
âSo what?â You said as you attempted to shrug his hand of your shoulders and put some distance between the two of you. Only for him to dig his hand more deeply and drag you back closer to him, âWhat we have is nothing serious. Especially with both of our positions.â
Your words seemed to have stunned him. Something you didnât really understand. Thinking that he may have simply having one of his possessive streaks again you placed your hands in his waist and dragged him closer until both of your hips were touching one another.
âWhatâs wrong Shanks? Donât tell me youâre jealous?â You asked with a lighthearted smile not noticing the way his haki seemed to be loosing control.
âReally, youâre thinking too much about this. Iâll still be seeing you, okey? But I need to start thinking about a relationship that will help me out.â The implication that this relationship that you both had was only dragging you down was not lost to him.
His hand slowly moved down until they rested on the hem of your shirt. And rested his head on your shoulders as the cogs in his head started turning.
âSo thatâs what you need, huh?â He muttered into your shoulders while slowly placing kisses on your neck. His hand moved down to get rid of the buttons that held your shirt together to place his hands on your chest, âSomeone thatâs strong?â
You chuckled and assumed this was just another conversation like the others you had before.
âNot only that. Someone thatâs strong would help me in terms of reputation would be nice.â Now you were just talking about an unlikely fantasy. Getting with someone that was strong and had a good reputation? Unlikely.
Thatâs not what Shanks heard, though. He now knew that you would only seriously take his advances if he was strong enough that everybody would think twice before attacking him â or anybody under his protection. You let your shirt fall onto the ground, and spun both of you over so Shanks could rest against the wall while you leaned closer to him to press a kiss in his lips which he returned eagerly.
And then he smirked with a dark glint as he entangled his hands onto your hair. Already imagining a bright future for the both of you. If it included you without your white uniform then that was something that only he needed to know.
Months later his visits had started to decrease, and you had no doubts as to why. Everybody had heard about Shanksâ more active fights in the Grand Line, and the new world. Challenging pirates who had a strong standing to defeat them then taking their territory under their flag so fast it could be considered a sport. What you hadnât expected was for Shanks to eventually clash with a Yonko and win. The marines around you were in a frenzy after hearing that there was a new Yonko, especially with the strong skills he was showcasing.
Many were expecting a bloodbath to start occurring with the new pirate having such a grand tittle.
You held no such worries. Shanks? Shanks who begged on his knees for you to let him sleep over? That Shanks?
And perhaps you had let the version of him in the bedroom and your personal life cloud your mind as to how much of a menace he could be. Which was why you hadnât been bothered when you had been assigned to the New World.
Until you had woken up to Shanks lounging in one of the roomsâ chairs that was placed next to your bed. You startled yourself into a sitting position as you yelped. Your heart thumped in your chest as you looked at Shanks who greeted you with an easy smile and a wave of his right hand.
Ignoring your widened eyes he widened his smile and leaned forwards to be closer to you.
âItâs been a while! Iâve missed not seeing you so regularly.â He had the audacity to pout at you as if you both were old friends catching up.
You blinked rapidly at him almost sure that you could blink him away from reality.
âShanksâŠ? What are you doing here! If somebody catches you â â You whispered with urgency as you yanked his shirt closer to you to shake him around. He chuckled with mirth as he let himself be yanked around. A lovesick glint in his eyes which you failed to notice became more prominent.
He gently placed his hands on top of yours, and rubbed his thumb across your hands who tightened their hold on his shirt.
âIâve missed you.â He repeated his previous stamens as if that was enough to explain what he was doing here. In a guarded marine base that had more than just the average security.
You furrowed your eyebrows with annoyance now rising in the face of his nonchalant attitude. But just as you opened your mouth to rip him a new one a loud explosion rattled your bedroom and left you in a flight or fight mode.
You snapped your neck back to Shanks who sighed with annoyance and muttered, âReally, those guys donât know how to take it easy.â
His tone resembled a child whining over spilled ice cream and you couldnât help but look at him with an open mouth.
âI need to go!â You shouted as you attempted to run towards the door and figure out who exactly was attacking the base ( although in the back of your mind you were suspicious of who exactly was behind this ) but before you could get back a hand sneaked round your wait and dragged you back to bed.
You snapped your head back to shout at Shanks only for him to also move on the bed along with you and sit on top of your hips to keep you immobile.
âShanks! Just what do you think youâre doing?! The base is ââ Just as you were about to attempt to leave again he placed one of his hands over your mouth to silence you and smiled down at you. For the first time since youâve met him you couldnât help but think that it looked quite sinister with the moonlight shinning down on him.
âDonât be silly.â He tutted with the grace of someone chastising their pet for misbehaving.
âIâm the one who called this attack!â Shanks stated with closed eyes as his smile widened. He pressed down more harshly onto you as you attempted to get rid of his constricting hold.
âAfter all, you were the one to tell me you need someone strong right? Who better to do that than a Yonko.â
âWas this man nuts?â You thought as you stared back at him. Who could your words have been twisted into this?
However what you didnât quite understand was why your limbs were becoming more sluggish. It was as if an invisible weight was pressing down on you. Your hands were they were attempting to push Shanks away only for them to loose their strength and become more of a light touch than an actual attempt to escape.
âDonât worry, I understand this may be new to you but I think itâs time we both move forwards with our relationship.â Shanks stated as he let his hand fall away from your mouth and instead move to pet and caress your hair.
âBut I already did what you wanted you know?â He whispered at a lower volume like a secret between the two of you, âI think itâs time we both do what I want.â
â Mihawk Dracule
You were one of the top contestants for the open position of CP0. A marine who specializes in covert operations and gathering of information. It truly was your speciality.
But perhaps your own strength dragged you too close to the sun. The reason for this? Your most recent target had been Dracule Mihawk, and your part of the mission had gone exceptionally well. Everybodyâs else part? Not so well.
A rising swordsman who had been terrorizing anybody who he deemed a âworthyâ swordsman was more of a pain than your marine higher ups realized. This man was know was Dracule Mihawk and he seemed determined who challenge anybody who he deemed challenge worthy. However, he didnât seem to show any mercy onto anybody who got on his way either. Which was why seven marine warships had been lost to his ire. This swordsman seemed to challenge anybody who crossed his path that was strong indiscriminately. Whether it was marine, revolutionary, or even a bounty hunter.
And it had become a problem faster than anybody expected. Which was why you were dispatched. Before making another reckless decision your boss decided that gathering information regarding the manâs weakness would be beneficial for the marines. Going as far as to offer you a promotion if this mission went well.
With eagerness you accepted and started planning how to make contact with your target.
Thankfully for you there was an edge you had over other agents that would make it more likely for Mihawk to approach you.
Your swordsman skills.
You certainly werenât worthy enough to be put in the level of an admiral but your skills are regarded as one of the best in the marines.
Which was why you decided to take a simple route of approach and challenge him to a duel. Although you doubted you could defeat him without serious injuries, a duel would be easier to control rather than a battle to the death.
And it was a success.
This man had accepted your duel and won just like you expected. However he seemed quite eager for a rematch. Claiming that you could better than that. The fact that he realized that you were holding back was a suprised, but not an unwelcome one. As you twisted it into your favor to keep yourself closer to him for a while longer.
âAh! I recently got into a little spat with some pirates so Iâm not in my best shape.â You mentioned offhandedly noticing how his eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the idea of his opponent not being in their top shape when fighting him.
âCould I buy you dinner as an apology?â This was supposed to make you look a little pathetic and not much of a threat. After all, what type of person invites their opponent for a drink after loosing a fight? However, you had not expected for him to actually ponder it silently then nod in acknowledgment.
As he sheathed his sword you were left a little out of your depth as you realized that this man who had started to become feared across the four seas had accepted to eat dinner with you. It was almost enough to make you smile in victory. Almost.
So, that was how your afternoon went. You invited Mihawk to a nice restaurant in town to eat alongside you. Although, you hated to admit it this was more enjoyable than you had realized. You expected a man who would boast of his accomplishments to his opponents to boost his own ego. Instead, you met a man who was surprisingly thoughtful and not that bad of a company.
A shame he wasnât a marine. You would have loved to take him out on an actual date. But duty calls so instead of lamenting your losses you upped your own act to make it obvious in what sense you were interested in him.
A light touch on his upper arm, a laugh that was just a little too eager, and your body resting just a little too into his personal space to be a coincidence. At the end of the night you had given him your Den den mushi number with the clear expectation of making this a reoccurring event.
However, just as a precaution you mentioned offhandedly that in a couple of days you would be in your top shape and you wouldnât mind a second round.
Under the moonlight at night, your vision must have failed you because you could almost fool yourself into believing you had seen a ghost of a smile in his face. But in the next second after you blinked it was as if nothing had occurred so you shook it off.
While Mihawk went back to his boat looking a little more at ease you went back to a private room to report your findings to your superiors. And your positive progress of the mission. Depending on the information you brought throughout the mission was what the end goal would be. Whether that was ambushing the swordsman or recruiting him was none of your business. As long as you committed your mission correctly you did not care for anything else.
And just like you expected a couple of days later you received a call from the infamous swordsman. Who demanded your presence like a king did for his jester.
âDemanding arenât we?â You teased as if you both were old friends. A smile on your face as you waved at the outlaw in front of you who seemed to be waiting under a palm tree with his arms crossed.
Once he saw you he grunted in acknowledgment and rolled his eyes, but didnât correct you or make you stop your teasing behavior.
âYouâre late.â He stated as he raised an eyebrow before turning his back on you to start walking towards the field both of you would be clashing at.
You chuckled good heartedly and followed him while making idle chat. Taking any comment he didnât ignore as encouragement that progress was being made.
âAnd this is the cold-hearted swordsman everybody fears?â You thought with a secretive smile as you stared at his side profile. Deciding not to mention that he had purposely arrived earlier at the meeting spot.
This back and forth continued occurring. A spar between the two of you would occur and then you would spout an outlandish excuse as to why you both needed to clash again, and he would accept it. Of course these would always end with you dragging him somewhere to visit or eat at. It was almost baffling to you with how much he let you get away with. Taking him by the hand like you both were lovers, buying him clothes for him to wear, and even demanding him to help you get better with the sword.
Eventually it would all reach a new level when the weather became harsh enough that your spoken worries of sickness would sway him enough to stay at a hotel with you over night. One that just so happened to only have one room left with one bed.
And perhaps you let your hand trailed long enough to imply something, your smile may have become more seductive, and your words took a more suggestive tone to them. Enough so that once you both got to the room he didnât stop you when your hand trailed to the back of his neck. Or when your lips touched his throat in a slow manner, and perhaps he was also looking forwards to this with the speed in which he let his clothes fall onto the ground.
You took him by the hand and lead him to the only bed that was present in the room. Slowly pushing him down until you were straddling him and intertwined your hands together to place them in your waist. Taking note of the soft pink hue that appeared on his cheeks you leaned closer until your mouth was next to the shell of his ear.
âIâve been looking towards this for a while you know?â You mentioned like you were commenting on the weather and not about having your way with him.
Mihawk grunted and shifted his hips to be closer to yours and muttered in a tone that if you didnât know any better would call bashful, âIâm aware.â
You chuckled and started trailing kisses down his throat.
âAnd you just let me? Were you that eager to see me chasing after you?â You muttered in a low volume with the intent of teasing him. Keeping a keen eye on the way he momentarily looked away and cleared his throat with some fluster.
âItâs okay â I quite liked it.â You whispered like it was a secret between the two of you nobody was allowed to know. And just for this night you let yourself think you both were lovers that were simply taking the next step in your relationship and that you werenât on a mission to ruin him by the marines.
What you werenât aware of was that Mihawk was by far a hesitant man. Taking more drastic measures with those who started getting in the way of your time together. Marines who he would usually just gravelly injure started getting killed, and pirates that gave him too long of a glance while looking to fight would get beaten down without time to showcase their skills. Something that he previously avoided doing to savor the clash between swords. He had almost become a mad dog since meeting you.
Which was all that the marines needed to know to believe that he couldnât be reasoned with and should instead be put down before he became a bigger issue.
This was the order that you received a week after you spent your first night with him. And like the good soldier you were you followed through. Not before giving him a last kiss on the cheek. Which he wouldnât know would be your so called âgoodbyeâ kiss.
Your new task? Get him to go to a remote island to be ambushed by marine personnel. Of course, you wouldnât personally fight him head on. Rather your invitation to another spar would drive him to go to this specific location where he would be ambushed and put down for good.
Your mission was deemed a success up to that point. Everybodyâs else? Not so much.
You wouldnât only be made aware of this once your personal Den den mushi started to ring in the middle of the night. Assuming it was your boss you responded like you had been programmed to do so.
âMarine officer reporting to dutyââ
âCute.â A low voice muttered through the connection device which was not your boss. This voice was one you had made cry out in pleasure and had become familiar with through the span of months. The voice that had filled you with warmth now only filled you with cold, cold dread.
ââŠhow did you get this number?â You questioned with as much professionalism you could inject into your shaky tone. The person across the line made a âtskâ sound as if he was chastising you for such a foolish comment.
âPerhaps we should ask the man who had this transporter snail.â The man who you knew as Mihawk stated with a flat tone that did wonders to hide the rage that was coursing through his veins, âHowever, he is incapacitated at this moment.â
He commented as if what your superior was going through was a common cold that made it difficult for him to speak and not his limbs being amputated from his body in a cruel manner that had left him in suffering for as long as possible.
âMihawkââ Your sentence got cut off by the swordsman who started speaking with a tone that was as sharp as his sword.
âI thought that what you needed was time.â He mentioned while making a clean slash of his sword to get rid of the blood that was now coating Yoru. Surrounding him were the leftovers of the eight warships which had attempted to take him down. Wood splattered across the floor from the slashes he made to the so called âimpenetrableâ ships. Alongside were the bodies of hundreds of marine officers alongside two vice admirals which had underestimated just how much of a hassle it would to take this swordsman.
Mihawk started taking some steps onto the shore while efficiently avoiding the bodies that were still twitching in the ground, âI am not a fool, and I do not enjoy being made one.â
Before you could speak Mihawk continued talking and his next words would leave you petrified.
âFrom the start I was aware you were a marine. I am not unaware of what goes behind the close doors of the marines â I simply do not care for it.â Your mouth was left opened in disbelief at what you were hearing through the phone.
âI let you keep your charade because I knew your guilt was the only thing keeping you back from being truthful.â He muttered while slowly turning his blank face into a frown that you had never seen before aimed at you.
âI let you into my bed believing that it would be the last step you would need to give yourself completely to me.â Like a man who wasnât used to being wrong his words seemed stilled as if they didnât want to completely leave his mouth.
âHowever, this?â You didnât have to see what he was pointing at to know what he was referring to. You closed your eyes and put your hands in your head at the absurdity of the situation. You? Feel guilty? What type of nonsense was he spouting?
âPerhaps I let your leach be too wide. Iâll make sure to certify such mistake.â You almost sputtered with indignity. You? Having a leach from the man who allowed himself to be dragged around like a well trained dog? It was ridiculous!
âSo Iâll give you one warning,â You were tempted to interrupt but you felt as if you would greatly regret it in the future if you went through it, âYou can hide as much as you want, but Iâll hunt you down and make those around you pay for this betrayal of yours.â
You gulped with trepidation after hearing the promise in his tone, and you were left without leg to stand on in this situation.
âMihawk, sweetheart â canât we talk this out? I know this looks bad, but surely this is too much for this type of situation.â You were grasping straws and you knew it. There was no way you could turn this in your favor. The mission had completely failed and Mihawk now had a personal vendetta against you and possibly the marines.
âIs that it?â, He asked with an entertained tone of voice you doubted was completely without anger, âPerhaps I should teach you a thing or two about begging for forgiveness. Do not fret Iâll make sure to be throughout once I find you.â
Those were his last words before he hung up on you. Leaving you with tremors in the hand that you had be holding your Den den mushi with. It was as if his presence had filled your room for a moment. A finality on his words that let you know he would make sure they were made a reality. You couldnât even comfort yourself with the promotion you were going to get. Having a sinking feeling in your gut that this was far from over.
And you were unfortunately right.
Mihawk made himself notorious for the marines. Making sure to hunt down anybody that wore the white uniform and efficiently taking care of them albeit cruel enough to leave many begging for mercy.
There was no place in the four seas that was safe from his wrath. Nobody that was not part of the mission knew what exactly the marines had done to earn his wrath.
The government had lost thousands of marines alongside millions of berries with the damage that Mihawk had cause every time he was spotted. It was bad enough that the Fleet Admiral had to get involved. Unsurprising, as he had been the one to reccomend your boss to deal with Mihawk.
His solution? Offer Mihawk Dracule a position as a warlord. A position that was denied for months until a second clase was offered. Which by that point the damage had become severe enough that he had been recently called, âThe strongest swordsman in the four seasâ.
So what type of clause could they offer to make him consider the offer of becoming a warlord?
You.
Even to get such a strong asset into their hands the Marines refused to completely hand over an officer to someone that was considered an outlaw.
So the solution? You would become a supervisor of the swordsman. Glorified babysitting is what some would call it. A date with the guillotine is what you would call it. Worse part of this? There was no other position you could go to while being the supervisor of a warlord. It was impossible to leave the job as he would accept nobody else and as a result resign the position. You were in a cage and you had were becoming keenly aware that it seemed to have no door.
So, you accepted your task with none of the joy that the Pirate King seemed to have at his execution. What can you say? Not everybody was excited to meet their end.
As you walked back to your office you couldnât help but drag your feet along the way. Knowing that you would get one week before having to meet with Mihawk, the bane of your existence.
You opened the door and closed it with the speed of someone who had the devil on their toes. Which wouldnât be too far when you consider the situation you found yourself in.
However just as you did that your chair spun around to reveal Mihawk. Who was calmly nursing a glass of wine ( your wine ) and sitting down with the grace of someone who belonged there.
For a second you stared at each other in silence. Before you attempted to sprint back out from your office only to stop last minute as Mihawkâs words reached your ears.
âTake a step out of that door and only you and I will be left alive by the end of today.â He stated with the calmness of someone who knew that there was nobody in this building who could truly pose a challenge to him. The admirals were nowhere near and neither was the fleet admirals. Those who were in this building were of less ranking than a vice admiral. You were truly trapped.
âMihawkâŠâ You muttered with apprehension as you saw the sword that was resting on his lap.
âItâs been a while hasnât it, beloved?â He stated with a small quirk of his lip. You had no doubt that he was finding sadistic amusement from this. Before you could answer he continued as if you had responded.
âI am a man of my word at the end of the day so I thought I should start your lessons early.â Your body shuddered at the implications of his anger being directed at you, âSo, how about you start your apologies by getting on your knees?â
Although he worded the sentence as a question it was the furthest it could be from it.
And you were keenly aware you would never get away from this man unless he killed you first.
