Evening Bug 🪲

(18+ only) 24 She/They, Eustass Kidd truther other info about me at cicadamoon

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Hello and welcome to my fanfic/fanart blog!

You can call me Toro or Cicada :3 I'm 23 and I hail from the great land of yee-haw (Texas)

I love to write/draw and am currently hooked on One Piece (specifically the Kidd pirates and Kidd himself <3) though I do plan on expanding to other fandoms (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

!!!Please read the rules before you continue!!!

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Because Heat-shipped OCs are at the forefront of my mind at all times, I thought I would have a little bit of fun attempting to draw them in Oda's Manga style. I hope you enjoy! That man with a flamethrower for a pie-hole has so much love.

OC List:

Wave: @orcgoth

Clash: @jinbeioyabun

Jinger: @tzimiscequeen-blog

Yin: @a-killer-obsession

Serik: @beroyashu

Belle: @nocturnalrorobin

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happy birthday wire, i did the best with what i could

thank you all for participating in the wire birthday collab, its been a pleasure

see you next year (or this winter for heat's birthday...)

(better quality + credits here)

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I've been experimenting with lighting recently, and borrowed @cicadamoon-fandom-edition's Wisp to trial some pretty colours.

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I had a thought, Toro.

That's the whole thought.

Love you, love them. I hope you have a beautiful whatever time it may be when you see this.

🖤🐌.

AHHHHHH SNAIL THIS IS GORGEOUS!!!! BEAUTIFUL!!! AMAZING!!!! This has made my day 🥹❤️ like i was already feeling better recieving some relieving news but this, this has made my day a very good one ❤️❤️ And the lighting! The reflections! Stunning!! Every time you produce new art I'm in awe! And you drawing my bbg Wisp my heart is just:

You're the sweetest person ever, snail. I love ya so much ❤️❤️❤️

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Yum

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A doughnut for #junicorn

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𐌕𐋅𐌀𐌋𐌀𐌔𐌔𐌉𐌀 Ꝋ𐌅 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌔𐌄𐌀 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

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word count: 2,403

V. Sic Infit - So, It Begins

A week passes before you know it, the first supply ship reaching out to you via snail for docking clearance. The Kidd Pirates with notable bounties are glamoured thanks to you and a few other residents. Under Killer's command, they don't put up a fight, even Kidd is docile as your fingertips brush down the side of his face. He refuses to look you in the eyes, though.

Speaking truthfully, you're not all that angry at him for his outburst. Sure, it was uncalled for… but… if your positions were switched… Embarrassment burns through you at how easily you cowered. You're neither maiden, nor fawn, seasoned well by the force behind a man's strike. Still, you recoil when Kidd finally does look at you, almost ruining the spell.

"It'll disappear with water," you mutter. If he responds, you don't know, already disappearing to the end of the dock.

"Divide the cargo evenly! Half will go to the town square, half to the villa! We'll work on distribution from there!" The command is meant for your civilians, yet you see a handful of the pirates give you a nod. They work together to tie the large ship down as it's residents toss their ropes to the dock.

Once the gangplank is steadied in place, the captain greets you, a note and small box in his grasp. "From your husband," he states, handing you the objects before swiftly turning and barking orders to his crew. Briefly, you wonder how he knows who you are, but the tickle of your tail's feather-like tentacles against your ankles answers your question. You'll eyeball the contents later.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

"The pirates will receive half. They'll need it if they're going to set sail soon." You murmur to Stelle, marking off the quantities in each crate.

"Why is it you offer them so much? Do you not worry over another famine?" She whispers, squinting at the pirates as they lounge around the villa courtyard.

"The fish here are reproducing again, and the water's pollution levels are nonexistent… a short time from now, we may regain our freedom." You hum back, sliding the crate lid closed.

"What about finances? Trade?"

"We can start small, and it'll still put us in a better position than we are now."

"And Verdanda?"

The pen cracks under your grip, your teeth grinding. "What about him?"

"He'll agree to a divorce? Just like that?"

"He doesn't have to agree. It's my choi-"

"-We don't need half yer damn stock." Kidd grouches from behind you, his glamor long gone.

"I didn't ask." His jaw clenches at your quick response, nose crinkling. "This is another thing you'd be an idiot not to accept." You add, jotting more numbers down. Killer takes notice of the tension building between you and his captain, deciding the best way to intervene.

"Kidd, come cut these vegetables," he grunts, grabbing the glowering redhead by his forearm. Your attention is redirected to Stelle, "Where's my sister?"

"The girl with the green hair - Jump? Plunge?-"

"Dive."

"Yes, Dive. She is teaching Flora to swim."

"Really?!" You don't mean to squeal the way you do, surroundings completely forgotten. Snorts and bitten-back chuckles spew from the pirates, causing warmth to radiate in your face. "That's great news. This island has been isolated so long… I… I'm glad she's making friends," you hum.

"With pirates?" Stelle scoffs, seemingly looking down her nose at them.

"Are we any better?" The answer is 'no', but she says nothing, rolling her eyes whilst muttering under her breath. Stelle is just as much of a witness as Herman, and just as much of a criminal as you; nun or not. The guilt of those left behind is a shared one. She doesn't stick around much longer, leaving the villa before Killer can announce dinner.

Said dinner is awkward to say the least. You've spent most nights alone, in your study, with a reheated plate of leftovers. So, as you sit across from Kidd, a steaming plate of pasta in front of you, the question of wether or not it's poisoned rises in the back of your mind. "Are ya' into watchin' people eat, too?" The pirate captain grunts, gobbling down his plate faster than you can get a fork-full of yours.

"Figured you might poison me."

"I'd never be that boring."

"Fair enough," you savor the taste on your tongue, already mourning the day they leave with Killer in tow. "Have you ever thought of becoming a chef professionally?" The helmeted blonde turns to you, his knee brushing yours. "I'd never leave my crew."

"Fair enough," your pout is audible, making his shoulders bounce in silent laughter. You join him, giggling until a sharp pain shoots from your pelvis to your stomach. It's a pain that plagues you often, yet you never find the source. In the morning, you'll ask Flora for a basic exam. A twisted ovary or kidney stone is no joke. "When you set back out to sea, what will you do?" Strain is evident in your voice, but you drown it with another bite of pasta.

"What we did before," Kidd answers as if it's obvious.

"Pirating aside," you clarify.

"We'll keep fightin', gettin' stronger, until I'm King of tha' Pirates." He pauses, kohl lined eyes reading you, searching. In his intense stare, there's an insecurity barely concealed by defense.

"If your crew is anything to go by, you'll make a great king." You shrug, no animosity nor humor hidden in your words, rather, simple admiration. The captain sputters, red running up his neck, flushing into his cheeks, and settling at the tips of his ears. "I don't need yer' damn flattery! It ain't gettin' ye shit with me!"

Coughing fills the air as you choke on your pasta, laughs bubbling behind food. "I'm far from a flatterer, Captain Kidd." His name and title roll off your tongue like the finest silk, the redness in his face turning to a glow. Behind him, the large grandfather clock chimes to eight. "Ah. That's my cue. Thank you for dinner, Killer. My offer still stands, by the way." The plate in your hands slips into the sink a bit too hard, clattering loudly as it smacks against the bottom. Hopefully, it doesn't betray your nervousness.

"Where are you off to this late?" Killer prods gently, the scent of curiosity falling over him. "The cathedral." You respond in earnest.

"Worshipin'?"

"In a way." You don't clarify, and he doesn't push further. "Please, don't lock the door. I hate having to climb through windows."

"Ye cannae magic yer way back in?" Kidd scoffs, it sounds nearly playful.

"Ha. No. It doesn't work that way," you throw over your shoulder, the villa door clicking closed behind you.

Chirping crickets and croaking frogs sing symphonies into the night air, autumn's chill an undercurrent in the breeze. Humidity clings to your skin, the grass' dew sticking seeds to your bare legs. Your mind travels to the place you let it go once a month; where the air smells of iron, and dawn colors a rising wave crimson. As your mind traverses, so do your feet, leading you up the cathedral steps and into the dilapidated center. Candles create waterfalls of melted wax over stone, placed and lined on every elevated surface within reach, some shorter than others. In here, the air is warmer, humidity wicked away by thousands of tiny flames. You locate a table in the back corner, covered in several unlit towers of wax and wick. Just as any child of noble birth does, you kneel with your back straight, knees lowering to the floor slowly. From an outsider's perspective, you look absurd; stiff and poised like a lady, but donning the clothes of a fisherman. However, you're not an outsider, and the dead don't fret over the looks of the living.

"Mama," you whisper, igniting the first candle. "Saturn," another sparks to life beneath your taper. "Anna," you recall the memory of the young brunette who loved to spend days with you in your garden. The first and only friend you had. "Josie," a village boy who used to poke fun at you for your lack of mana at the time. More names of the deceased pass through your lips with each burning wick, creating a poor balm for the guilt pitting your heart. It's not until your table shines and dances as the others do that you stop, taper smoldering close to your knuckles. The amount of candles does not compare to the amount of resting souls, you'll have to set the whole citadel aflame to get even a bit close. Still, you light them, and cry. No mewls or croons form in your lungs, the only sign of your lament is tears rolling down your cheeks.

A presence suddenly emerges beside you, nearly twice your size even as he kneels next to you. If he traded his fishnets for robes, he'd blend in as a priest. Wire pays you no mind as he grabs the stump of a taper, lighting a candle hidden between rows of taller ones, one you'd missed.

"Who do you mourn for?" He tilts his head toward you, voice more purr than whisper.

"Too many people to count… You?"

"The same."

Wire's tears are just as silent as yours, not falling far down his cheek before they're wiped away. A quiet understanding settles between the two of you, the knowledge of a shared burden. A few times, you've caught he and the other commanders talking about their losses, and the lack of bodies to lay to rest. An idea rushes from between your teeth before you can stop it, coated in pure-hearted naivety.

"We can hold a ceremony for your deceased. I can't promise a plot, or graves, we don't bury our own dead… but, something to put them to rest, I can do that."

Wire contemplates what you've said, chewing on his inner cheek. "You've done enough already… if we fall any further in debt to you, it'll shame our crew."

"I chose to rescue you lot, and share the spoils of my title. You owe me nothing."

He sighs, you're just as stubborn as his captain. "Cap'n believes he owes you, and he'll pay you back regardless of if you want him to or not."

"Then let this be a gift. You have a lot of young members among you… it'll make things easier on them." You argue, standing. Wire rises as well, towering over you. "The Grand Line is unforgiving and cruel, as is the New World. Why would I want to teach them to cling to every member and soul that passes?"

Crackling, burning wicks fills the air between you both, then you push back again. "If you truly do not care for every member that falls under your command, you're no better than a marine." A look of anger flashes across his face, but you raise your hand to silence any insults waiting in his mouth. "Loyalty is shared, not freely given. The least you can do is celebrate the life someone has lived, land or sea… if you care for them, they'll care for you."

Wire's face twists in a glare, then softens as he sighs. "I hate to say it, but you're right…" There's a look in his eye, glinting with more to his admittance. He may not tell you. Besides, he's only known you a week and a day. You've already rotated your ankles to guide you to the exit when he speaks again, embarrassed. "The first time we were attacked, it was one of our own who sold us out… Kidd killed them, made an example of them to the rest of the crew, yet… it kept happening." Ah. He's more than agreeing with you.

"Should you continue to go about the sea as you do, it'll keep happening." No pity for pirates, nor idiots.

"I know… Would you… fuck… will you speak to Kidd? Shame him into it a bit?"

"You can't?"

"I won't disrespect my captain by telling him how to run his crew, even if he'd simply ignore me."

"So, I should shame the man who already wants me dead?" You cough out something between a snort and a sigh.

"He doesn't want you dead, and he'll listen to you," Wire grunts stretching his arms over his head. "Believe me, I know my captain."

There is an infinite amount of ways you can argue his point, but you don't. "Alright," instead you agree, ready to tuck into bed after a long day.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The villa is quiet save for crickets chirping in the courtyard, making every step you take on the cold stone seem overly loud. Well, to you that is. Your bed is a welcome sight, yet you wait until the dampness from the bathhouse has completely evaporated from your skin before you slip beneath the duvet.

Absentmindedly, your eyes rove to the snail sleeping peacefully on your desk, then to the gift box sitting in front of it. By not calling him, you prove everything he believes about you. The stinging allegation that you only want his money and title, one made out of guilt - if he's capable of that. Hauling yourself up against the headboard, you reach for the gift.

"Poli Ignis," you flinch as the small candlelight burns your fingers before it catches the wick. A shitty drawback of having a water specialty. It's only now that you notice the weight of the box… heavy. Too heavy for something so small. Gently, you shake it, unnerved by the softness you feel as the object inside hits the walls. Something else prods at you, stinging like the prongs of a fire poker.

It has no scent.

Unease twists within you, butterflies flapping goo-covered wings in your stomach. The ribbon comes undone agonizingly slow, followed by the box lid. Putrid, rotting flesh burns your nose and eyes as the cardboard top hits your duvet. Through blurred vision, you see it. A greenish-purple, rotting finger with a ring bearing a jolly roger circled around its base. You don't scream, you've seen far worse. Still, fear chokes you as your eyes catch writing on the inside of the lid.

'Your filthy pirates? I found them.'

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Relief

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Word Count: 10,700+

Synopsis: After a town was successfully ran out of marines and laid plain for piracy to overtake it by your crew, the Kid Pirates found drink and merriment in their frivolity. After a game of kings, queens, and hearts, an unexpected turn of conversation between friends ends as it normally does: horny. Despite your well-kept secret amongst yourself, the crew finally learn that you had never experienced a climax with a partner before - or even by yourself. With the pick of the litter, both Kid and Killer take that shame as a personal slight against them and set to rectify the wrong made against you.

Warnings: Eustass Kid x f!reader x Massacre Soldier Killer, MDNI, 18+, smut, NSFW, throuple, double penetration (same hole), cock sucking, vibrator play, swearing, pet names (babe, doll, blossom, baby, sweetheart, little one, pretty), messy eating, masked sex, fingering, oral sex, inappropriate use of devil fruit, size difference, praise, cervix touching, Killer has a shrill laugh, overstimulation, sweet aftercare, creampie, squirting, friends with benefits, friendly sex, kid pirate shenanigans, there is also a dilf there that Wire is kind of into, and Quincy is just herself and we love that.

Notes: WELL THEN. THAT FIC GOT OUT OF HAND FAST. I have several people to blame and thank for this, including @cicadamoon for their beautiful playlist and company, to which this fic is dedicated to, and @hellkaiserinphoenix for their input on the plot. Thank you to my friends at various stages over the past few weeks to write alongside me in silent solidarity while sharing snippets of their work. This fic is such a fun one to write and I hope you enjoy!

The first time you’d joined the crew of misfits clad in leather and iron, you knew this was the family you had been searching for. Every member served their purpose, and you were no different. Whether it was fighting, drinking, or ensuring the Victoria Punk was ready to make waves, each member of the crew worked in tandem to ensure their actions were cohesive. Every hand gesture to pass drinks down the line, every laugh flowing off the end of a bad joke, or sharpener tossed between eyeliner pencils to ensure their attires were exactly as they needed to be was in perfect synchrony.

Each commander served their purpose. Wire was the literate commander with the only legible handwriting, in charge of notating their departures and corresponding via carrier rather than den dens. Heat was the enforcer of crew safeguarding and discipline, despite the fact the crew was hardly in need of it. Killer was the second in command, following his captains orders and ensuring they were followed down the line of command. And then there was Eustass Captain Kid, the red headed leader of the Kid Pirates. He was as loud as he was ruthless, and you adored spending time in his shadow whenever he allowed you to. 

It was once again a time where drinks were flowing, a town successfully ran out of marines and laid plain for piracy to overtake it by your crew. And where the Kid Pirates found drink, they found their morals slowly dropping from their shoulders and pooling at their feet - alongside, what you assumed were either Quincy or Bubblegum’s frilled thong. It mattered very little to you, just as long as you continued to play cards and barter your beri away in exchange for kings, queens, and hearts. 

“Oi, ya off, Wire?” your captain asked as the tallest commander rose to his feet beside you, “Thought you were gonna stay until ya bled me dry, bloody vampire.” Kid followed his insult with a large laugh before following Wire’s eyeline to the bar. An older gentleman sat at the bar drinking whiskey out of a tumbler, slowly raking his eyes over the commander’s fishnet-clad attire before turning back around and snarling at his glass. 

“Again?” Heat arched his brow with his dimpled lips rising into a smirk, “I thought you were well past that little kink of yours, man.” Heat snickered and nudged his shoulder with Wire’s retreating thigh while the taller man tilts his head and continues rising a playful smile towards the older man who continued to actively avoid making eye contact as if it burned him.

“I don’t know what it is about it, but there’s nothing truly like showing an older man how good it feels to cum untouched from a prostate massage. There’s something special about turning a man into the little cockslut they were born to be,” Wire shrugged softly, “That little blush, you know? Lips parted and drooling into a pillow? Little curl in their toes before they paint the damn bed in all of themselves?” Wire turned his head and smiled towards the table of Kid Pirates remaining behind, “We all have our little quirks to get us our best ‘O’s, don’t we?” 

“I can’t say we do,” you chuckle with a shrug of your own, “At least you guys can have orgasms.” You took a large gulp of your drink before waving your hands in a panic and clarifying, “I-I mean! What I was trying to say was you can have big ones to fill up or paint your partners.” You made eye contact with Quincy, giving her a small look with a plea on your face, “We don’t get that luxury, you know?” 

“Speak fer yerself, babe,” Quincy’s laugh blurted out before she could stop it, “All the chicks I mess with love it when they make me squirt on ‘em. Marks my territory ‘n that, and it's such a pretty picture.” Hop leaned over and clanged her tankard on the side of Quincy’s in solidarity before smiling into her gulp. Quincy returned her look to you, mischief filling her cheeks with a warm blush, “But I don’t think that’s what ya were tryin’ t’say, was it? What?” She leaned towards you over the round table, accidentally tipping Killer’s drink and landing the remaining liquid on Bubblegum’s lap, she chuckled, “Ya can’t cum, or?” 

“I…” you took a quick recess to gaze around the table and avoided the pointed look your captain shot at you, “...Have not had enough to drink to have this conversation.” Kid quickly swapped your tankard with his near full one, scoffing at you as he did.

“Drink up, lass. Then ya can give us some more on, what the fuck?” he shook his head towards you, releasing his tankard and returning back to his chair properly, “Ya can’t get an ‘O’? Like, at all?” You quickly turned your attention towards Wire, pleading with the commander to save you from this conversation as he would usually. Instead, Wire surprised you by returning to his seat and sitting down beside you with his entire attention on you. 

“Don’t you have a daddy to make cum touchless, commander?” you prompted him, gesturing towards the bar where the older man continued to hide his sneaked glances towards Wire. He shook his head and pointed his lengthy finger towards your nose, booping it as he did.

“Not missing this conversation,” Wire confirmed sharply, “What do you mean, and I mean this sincerely. Not out of scrutiny, but genuinity?” He reached for your drink and handed it to you from the table and into your hands, “Drink up if that helps, but I ain’t gonna move the conversation from this stopping point. Up, up, up the beer goes.” He tilted the drink into your lips, prompting you to stumble and hastily swallow the liquid while your crew laughed merrily. 

Taking a few coughing breaths, you wiped your lips from the foam accumulated over your upper lip and swiped the remnants on Wire’s cloak as punishment for him tipping it too quickly. He chuckled at you and swatted your hands away, returning your attention to the table. 

“Obligate top, or…?” Wire started, prompting you to shake your head ‘no’.

“It just didn’t seem like a priority to me,” you shrugged towards them, “I’ve had partners, and don’t get me wrong, I have sex. Sex is pleasurable. I just…” you trail off before shaking your head and steeling your nerves in front of part of your crew, “Look. It’s not that simple. It’s like… If I top and give pleasure, I can have pleasure by proxy, you know? But it’s more frustrating for me to try to get there and fail with a partner- hells, by myself!” You flailed your hands, knocking what remained of your tankard on Bubblegum’s lap after he cleaned it from Quincy’s earlier drink, “I just… Can’t… It’s like when I’m on the path to get there, the wheel falls off the wagon or some shit. Like I can taste it, and then it melts away at the corners and I just end up in a frustrated heap on the damn bed. Easier to focus on my partner than it is to focus on myself, or have the focus be on myself and then we both end up frustrated and sad.” 

Those around the table nodded their heads along while you spoke, the most silent form of solidarity being from the intense eye contact you could feel burning into you from the first mate of the crew. Killer sat in silence, focussing his gaze entirely on you while you finished your words, making a non-verbal pact with his crew the captain didn’t realise he was making when he said-.

“-You want to pick one of us to make ya cum?” 

“Captain,” you rolled your eyes with a low groan, “Didn’t you hear what I just said-?”

“-I did,” he overspoke, moving his attention to the menagerie of leather-clad crew before returning his eyes back to you, “Sounds like yer’v been havin’ some real shit lays in the past and we’re gonna fuckin’ change that, ain’t we?” Kid furrowed his naked brows down at you, his eyes growing wild under the realization that just hit him, “Is this why you sit on the damn ship when we wanna go out and get our freak on with the locals?” 

Sinking into your chair, you slump your shoulders into your chest and avoid your captain’s eyes. Their focus had you feeling more defeated than every time you had used every toy in your arsenal to try to get yourself off for hours, only to throw the objects at a wall and watch them shatter while crying at another failure. You felt two larger hands fall onto your lap and encase your hands in their warmth before bringing them up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. The intensity of Wire’s eyes held an apologetic sorrow you didn’t ask for, yet it almost felt sweet.

“Don’t pity me. There’s thousands of people that can’t get off, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” you reassured him, “And I’m fine. Really fine, in fact.” You moved your hands within Wire’s grip and gave his fingers a gentle kiss on the tips of his digits, simply to reciprocate the affection from your commander. Your captain coughed and nudged the co-captain to his side, something you only just caught out of the corner of your eye before the blonde rose to his feet. 

“You’re upset about it,” Killer finally spoke, “You mentioned how hard it is for you to try by yourself. I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I let you go without something you want that I can provide.” Kid stood up beside his friend, smirking as he did, adding, “And I wouldn’t be much of a captain if I let ya go without somethin’ ya so desperately fuckin’ need. C’mon. Just us three, no one else unless our little lass says so.” 

“Captain,” You shook your head while smiling down at your hands, removing them from the grasp Wire had on your digits before shrugging, “If you’re interested in a night that would end in nothing but your own disappointment, be my guest. Let’s go.” You rose your hand, meeting it with Killer’s outstretched palm as he aided you to stand. You turned your head towards Wire, and uttered over your shoulder, “I bet that older guy is going to have a far better time than he anticipates. Keep me updated?” 

“Only if you keep me in the know about shit you’ve got going on,” Wire scoffs, almost offended at your words, “I can’t believe you’d keep that from me. We’re meant to be friends, baby. Where’s the friendship?” 

“Urgh, you’re such a pain,” you chuckle at him, feeling another hand come and rest on your lower back before tugging you into the hard chest of your captain, “Okay. I’ll keep you updated, Wire. Go have fun.” Bidding your farewells to the remainder of the Kid Pirates, you and the two highest ranking members of the crew began to escort you to the ship in lieu of the rooms you had hired for the night. You’d began to open your mouth to ask a question, but Killer silenced you with a reassuring squeeze on your hand. 

The walk back was in silence, the bustling nightlife of the town you’d raided seemed to return without the presence of marines. There was something buzzing in the atmosphere, but you were certain it was simply the coiling anxiety of the evening you expected ahead. You tried your hardest to not get your hopes up, but there was something about the low rasp in Killer’s voice that struck a chord in your belly. It was… hot… Your belly was hot as soon as he’d offered his hand in aiding you into the sweet abyss of pleasure. A friend. A comrade. A lover. That was what you were promised in the arms of the blonde first mate. 

Until your captain reminded you that you and Killer were not alone on this endeavor. 

Eustass Kid slowly began making his quarters homely for you. It was almost sweet how he took care to ensure the chilly space was warmed by the heater in the corner, the bed was made and clean, and the space was given an ambiance by a few incense burning in the corner table of the room. Your nerves started pricking at the edges and shuddering your fingertips while Killer continued to stare at you in your silence before he helped you break it.

“There’s no need to be nervous, doll,” he nodded, slowly reaching for your shoulders and rubbing them in circles with his thumbs, “You need to relax before we can make you cum. Few ways we can do that. Do you want another drink, or would you prefer we ease into it slowly?” You turned your face down to the floor, prompting Killer to reach out and slowly clasp your chin between his thumb and index finger, raising your face back up to look at his mask-clad face, “We’re friends first. There’s nothing to be nervous or embarrassed about.” 

“You think yer the only one Killer has made cum in this room before?” Kid broke the tension with a large laugh, “Friends can fuck about, and that’s perfectly normal. It’s nice to have a good bud to help get ya there. Now, Kil, yer bein’ real intimidatin’ with all yer tender touches n’shit. Go take yer shoes off and get comfy while me n’this little lass get t’have a talk.”

Killer nodded and slowly made his way to the other side of the room. He methodologically removed his boots and placed them in an assortment beside Kid’s along the border of the door, removing his socks next and placing them over the lip of his boots. He then undid his waist sash and folded it three times before putting it atop the toes of his boots, undoing his belt and rolling it atop the sash while you watched on in astonishment. Everything had a routine, a place and a purpose, and it seemed like he was getting into the appropriate headspace for something you could not quite place. 

In fact, you had no time to think on what exactly he was preparing for. You were too busy attempting to form the connection between what your eyes were seeing and your body was experiencing. For one, you went from staring at Killer to then having your view skewed by flesh. For another, the hard kiss on your lips smudging lip paint into your skin was another distraction for your mind to become accustomed to. 

Your captain was kissing you. 

As soon as you made that link in your thought, you squeaked into the kiss, prompting Kid to shake his head at you and kiss you harder. You wriggled against his touch before you finally relaxed into the kiss. His lips were soft, uncalloused and moisturized - something you were not expecting from your captain. He seemed like the kind of man that didn’t care about his appearance and skin - but it was almost as if he cared too much about it instead. You parted your lips and slowly moaned into the kiss, distracted from the small steps Kid took with you in his embrace until the backs of your knees brushed with the mattress of his large bed. 

“C-Captain!” you whispered into the kiss, “A talk?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Kid chuckled, finally breaking the kiss and smiling down at you, “Just had to get that out of the way to have you not circling in your head about it. Nothin’ works as well to break the spiraling thoughts of ‘how do I do this’ than just doin’ it. Now, missy, let’s talk.” He moved past you and slowly sat with his back against his arrangement of oddly shaped pillows of various sizes. He used his remaining hand to pat the bed besides you twice, encouraging you to sit beside him. You crawled up the bed to do exactly that and arranged yourself in a way that had you reclining while facing him, yet on your back and relaxing. 

“Talk to me, sir,” you nodded with a smile, “What do we need to talk about? I’m confused, I think.” 

“Well.” Kid turned his body to face you, placing his head on his pillow and resting in a way that felt both intimate and sweet while boyish and mischievous. Kid cleared his throat before continuing, “So, you know my good friend Killer, yeah?” he nodded over to the man, yet still holding your attention with unwavering eye contact, “He is exceptionally good at reading a body and judging what it needs by interpreting it the way ya need to be read. What works well is if ya just let him do his thing, answering any questions he has when he asks them, and he’ll get ya t’where you wanna be.” You nodded intently while Kid added, “See, what works best is if I distract ya up here while he does what he fuckin’ likes down there.” 

“Captain,” Killer warned him while slowly peeling his blue shirt from his shoulders and folding it in his arms, “Clothes.” 

“Right.” Kid reached towards his chest and slowly removed his vest, leaving his pants on while his cloak fell onto the floor beside the bed in a crumpled heap. He smiled at you before moving back onto his side and pointing towards your chest, “Your turn, blossom. Off it goes.” He made no move towards you, yet his hand gesture alone felt both intimate and demanding in unison. You moved your hand towards your shirt and stopped before rising it over your belly, feeling a little uneasy with the situation despite Kid working to ease you in.

“It’s okay,” Killer encouraged you, slowly slipping towards the edge of the bed and touching your ankle. Reaching for your shoes, he slowly removed them and laid them at the foot of the bed before rising reach your pants, “You can keep yer shirt on if it makes you more comfortable. Whatever helps ground you, doll. But these?” he tapped your shin twice to emphasize his words, “These gotta go. Want me to take ‘em off ya?” You looked at Killer’s face still covered in the mask and nodded shyly, prompting Kid to bark a small gaggle of laughter from his kiss-smeared lips. 

“Look, again, we’re friends here,” he reassured you, “We can be silly, we can goof off, we can take it as slow or as fast as ya need, but ya gotta get those off so the big guy can get t’pleasin’ ya. Okay?” You turned your head to face your captain as the first mate reached up and slowly removed your pants. You angled your hips up to help him glide them down alongside your bottoms, trying to fight that hard slap the blush in your cheeks beat into your face to no avail. You felt your eyes get glassy, foggy with both anxiety and lust at the feeling of two larger shirtless men in the same vicinity as you - especially the fact that those two were your superiors. 

As soon as your mind began to form into a murky soup of inhibitions and protests, Kid’s lips once again found yours. His kiss was soft, deep, and almost gentle in the intensity of his press. He parted his lips and slowly found your tongue with his own. Dancing the muscles together, he glided it over the seam of your lips and into your mouth before encouraging you to do the same with his. You could almost feel the waves of anxiety slowly release the longer he kissed you. Every deep pass of his lips pressed against yours was a sanctuary amongst the uncertainty, and you were grateful to be grounded to something as tender as this. 

Wandering hands began to massage your body between soft whispers of: “is this okay?” to check in with you. When Killer’s hands found below your bust, he again checked in, which prompted you to nod your head into Kid’s kiss. Before you knew it, you were morphed into a gasping puddle of lust, whimpering into Kid’s lips while Killer rubbed your peaked nipples with his thumbs over your shirt. He was yet to remove his mask from his features, but you could feel the soft look he was giving you in every soft movement of his hands. 

Kid’s kiss only deepened before he slowly moved away from your lips and down towards your neck. His and Killer’s bulking mass both pressed comfortably against your body and sandwiched you between them in a way that had your belly tightening in anticipation, but your mind quickly snuffed out that thought and caught your arousal before it ever had a chance to fully begin. 

“Oi,” Kid grumbled at you, “I felt that, did you, Kil?” 

“Yeah, boss,” Killer confirmed before removing his hands from you completely. He moved up to your other side and slowly raised his mask up for you to take a look at his lips as he spoke to you, “Look, doll. If this is gonna work, you need to relax into what we’re doing. If you need Kid to be a better distraction, you need to tell us. If you need more of a voice to talk ya through it, he can do that too. You just need to let us get on with it, okay?” Killer smiled at you, leaning up and pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. With his mask digging into your cheek and your nose, he pulled away and added, “Stay out of your head and let me and Kid settle in there, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

“I…” you gasped, triangulating your brows up in the centre of your forehead, “I can try, but it’s hard. I would prefer to please you both instead of us doing this so then we can be all satisfied that way. You know?” Kid and Killer shared a look over the your middle before manhandling you into a position where your head was resting comfortably on Kid’s chest while his bicep and arm held you in place, while Killer was positioned with his face between your legs. You wriggled in their grip, but the wriggling only prompted them to hold you down further. 

“Let Killer at ya, okay?” Kid whispered in your ear, “I promise it’ll be different, and even if it ends up the same, don’t he look good down there?” Kid took his hand and raised it to your chin, angling your head down to face Killer. The blonde’s mask was up on his head and shielding his eyes from view, leaving his purple-painted lips out for you to witness. You held your breath while Killer’s hands slowly spread open your cunt with his thumbs, whistling at the view. 

“Yer real pretty, you know?” Killer praised you, “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen. Look at how wet ya are, too.” Killer chuckled and released your walls from his fingers before asking, “Can I touch? You can say ‘no’ - but only if you don’t want me to touch you, not for you to default back to tryin’ t’please us.” You scoffed and bit-back your smile before nodding down at him.

“You can touch me. It’s okay,” you confirmed. Kid squeezed your shoulder with his hand before moving it towards your chest, “And you’re right. You do look good there, Killer.” You looked up at him and nodded in affirming his actions, which encouraged him to focus more on your body and learning it. You felt Killer’s hands move back down to opening your pussy and slowly exploring your body with a gentle touch. He was intentional, and his fingers felt both experienced and educated in their motions. He found your clit with ease and slowly pressed the pad of his index finger against it. 

Hissing at the touch, you furrowed your brows at the slight sting at the touch, which in turn encouraged Killer to move his finger down to your slit and slowly gather your arousal on his digits before returning. Now with slippery fingers, you bit your lip and tilted your head back into Kid’s embrace. 

“See?” Kid whispered against your ear, kissing your cheek softly, “Kil knows what he’s doin’. Makin’ sure yer wet and enjoyin’ yerself on his fingers. Do you like the big guys fingers on that pretty pussy of yours?” Kid slowly rolled your nipple within his hand while his biceps held you against his chest firmly, “I bet you do, don’t ya? Mmmm, yer archin’ into me.” Kid focussed his attention on Killer, checking in with him with a nod to encourage him along with his movements. 

Killer slowly began returning your slick juices up to your clit and rolling it beneath his fingers. His breath fanned over your bare cunt while he watched your body’s every reaction. He watched your clit throb and chased its movements with his fingers, moving from on and off, to back and forward, to small and intimate circles against your body. He could see how much arousal your body had pooling out of your slit and it encouraged him to continue on in the movements that quickened your breath and pulse. 

And just like that, for the first time in a long time, your body began to feel the first few sparks of an orgasm slowly draw in at the corners of your belly. Slowly fluttering, slowly rising, slowly beating alongside your heart into what you thought could be a possibility of an orgasm that never usually followed through with that rise you knew existed in fantasy. As soon as that thought entered your mind, your body responded by immediately tearing that thought from your head.

“You’re allowed to feel good,” Kid whispered in your ear, slowly moving his hand down to your belly and pressing on your middle, “Look at him, just playin’ with ya. Yer allowed to feel good, to wriggle into his touch and chase it. He’s gonna find it, babe. Don’t ya worry.” Your captain rolled his thumb over your belly before returning it up to your chin and cupping it in his palm. Slowly rising your face to meet his, he moved his chin down and pressed a soft kiss atop your nose while smiling down at you. 

Killer resumed his touch as if completely unaffected by your body’s refusal to heed the call of the pleasure he gave you. His touch was patient, was subtle and soft enough to cause your body to chase it. Without words, he gave you more pressure while your hips slowly rocked into his touch. Kid cooed down at you before rejoining your lips together and humming along with the pleasured whimpers your lips slowly sobbed. 

“Get out of yer head,” he mumbled into your lips, “Yer allowed to chase it. We’re gonna be here as long as ya let us be, okay?” Kid moved his lips to your ear while Killer chased your pearly clit with his thumbs, massaging it to the beat of your heart as if he knew it inside out. Pleasure bubbled at you, but ebbed away like foamy waves swallowed by a bay of sand. The frustration slowly returned to you as tears pricked your eyes and had you whimpering into the kiss. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Kid took a moment to study your features as you gazed up at him behind you. The quiver in your lip, the tears stinging your eyes, the pain on your face with that rise in pleasure in the dampening of your cheeks. Kid clicked his tongue before giving you two quick pecks on the lips, pulling back to tilt his head and whisper at you.

“He is determined, babe. Once he sets his mind t’somethin’ yer gonna need a fuckin’ crowbar to get the big guy off ya,” Kid nodded down to you, all with that smile you adored, “Yer’v got us on yer side, okay? You wanna cum, don’t ya?” Kid moved his hand to brace against your chest, holding you against himself more in a friendly embrace rather than an intimate one he was doing with you prior. He nodded down at you, encouraging you to whimper and nod in return, still with those tears of frustration slowly swelling against your waterline. 

“I don’t think it’s vaginismus,” Killer nodded towards your pussy while slowing his motions, “I ain’t hurtin’ ya, am I? You don’t have that sting on penetration, right? No tightness like an elastic band pulled too far apart?” Concern was laden in his tone while he gazed up at you. You shook your head ‘no’ while sniffing back your tears. “Then you just need to find that rhythm-, -I do, actually. All you gotta do is let me, doll.” 

“I can’t. It won’t work,” you whimpered, prompting Kid to hush you with another quick kiss before you continued, “You’ll get bored before I’m able to get there-.”

“-Just in case yer unaware or ignorant,” Killer interjected immediately, “I happen to actually like pussy. And there’s a pretty pussy in my face right now, and I am really enjoying lookin’ at it. I think yer more likely t’fall asleep t’me playin’ with it than me gettin’ bored, doll.” Killer chuckled before kissing your thigh with a gruff growl, “Get that thought out. Out now. Out of yer head.” Killer moved his lips down and bit you on the flesh softly, still eliciting a squeak from your lips while he returned back up, “You don’t need to do anything. I’m happy where I am, and yer so beautiful, it’s almost fuckin’ unfair. Boss, you need to see this pussy. It’s insane how beautiful she is.” 

“I know, I can see her from here, big guy,” Kid chuckled down at him over your shoulder, “You’re in love, ain’t ya?” Killer nodded before returning to playing in that slow, rhythmic, pulsating circular motion that your body responded to earlier. Kid chuckled before returning his attention down at you. “See, babe? We’re not goin’ nowhere. And if yer not hurtin’, we’re gonna stay here fer as long as ya let us.” Kid sealed his promise with a kiss that started sweet and continued on until he fogged your mind with the overwhelming presence of the man your captain was.

Little by little, and before you could work out internally what your body was doing, it began responding once more to the Massacre Soldier with his fingers slowly sliding in and out against your clit and your slit. He never entered, just focussing his attention on your clit and reading your body as if it were a book he knew by heart. Every word, every syllable, every author’s mistaken ink blotch at the corner of the tannin page - Killer found the part of your body that you felt as if you’d long-since forgotten. Just with a simple touch of his fingers, he began reading your every movement while you wriggled in his touch. 

Your hips moved against their will, slowly grinding against Killer’s hand while Kid had your focus on his kiss that came out of nowhere and overwhelmed your senses. His hand had you stationary in his grip, holding you firmly against his chest while the two of you paid no mind or heeded no attention to his hard cock digging in your back. 

“There it is,” Killer whispered against your thigh, slowly finding that rhythm that had your body responding and lips whining, “Oh, there she is. We found ya, didn’t we? Semi-circles in a figure eight, hm? Such a pretty girl. That’s it, grind into me. I’ve got ya.” Killer’s encouragement only caused a further flush to rise in your face. You found your belly tightening once more, only to again leave you-.

“-Nope,” Kid whispered against your ear, “That focus in your belly, keep it there.” Kid whispered against your lips, squeezing you against his chest and stealing your breath from every direction, “We’re here. Fuck that noise off, babe. Killer’s got you. Let him have ya. Let him have all of you.” Kid pressed his lips to yours and held your body hostage while Killer assaulted your cunt with his fingers, drawing on that motion and focussing on the symbols of passion carved into your skin. 

And there it was.

The light.

That light calling your name, drawing you to the edge and propelling you to jump from it into the abyss. 

It slowly attempted to call you away, but the joint effort of the captain and co-captain had your body present enough in the moment to draw complete focus. Your legs both tightened their muscles and pressed them outwards, locking into place while shuddering into the sensation. Tears pricked your eyes while your belly completely tightened at the corners, dragging out in the corners until the sharps severed the tension and exploded into a realm of fire it longed for.

“Cumming,” Killer whispered in a gasped breath, “Oh, look at you. You're cumming. Look at that pussy begging for me. Shit.” Killer continued his movements, watching your slit clench around nothing while the band of muscle was dampened by the silky slick pouring from your body as if it was weeping for him. “Gorgeous.” Killer continued to move his finger, watching your clit bob with the rhythmic thrum of your cunt, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” 

Despite his words, you were distracted by the sensation ringing in your ears and the kiss upon your lips. Your body reached its pinnacle and was thrown off it with ease, slowly rippling down into the awaiting hands of Killer while you began to cry into Kid’s kiss. 

You’d cum.

You came. 

On just a finger.

 And that finger hadn’t even been inside you yet.

“See, babe?” Kid spoke in a soft and sweet whisper, “We’ve got ya. Yer safe in our arms, alright?” He removed his lips from yours and made eye contact with Killer, batting his smoked-out lashes down at the first mate before uttering a statement that had you more nervous than beginning this evening ever did.

“Now give her another.”

“W-What?” you gasped, still reeling from the high Killer carved out of you to process what the captain was saying. Kid chuckled and slowly began kissing your cheek while moving his hand to play with your breasts. Your breath heaved and slowly ballooned your lungs to their natural capacity, only to then steal the breath you’d earned back via Killer’s lips sucking on your clit. Your body heaved forwards, drawn back into Kid’s arms while he played with your chest.

“You heard me, blossom,” he teased you, kissing your temple, “Now we know yer body can cum.” Kid’s thumb pinched at your nipple, slowly rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger while you keened out a mourning wail. Killer paid your song no attention, focussing completely with laser-like precision on orchestrating your pleasure from the moment his eyes first met your body. His lips pursed and his kiss deepened, rolling your sensitive nub between his lips before his finger began sliding against your entrance.

“Can I put it in?” Killer asked you gently, still mouthing at you while he did so. You took a moment to dart your eyes along the ceiling before you gave a quick nod with a squeaked, 'yes', to which Kid verbalised with a quick, “She said yeah, bud.” 

It was almost unfair and hilarious to which Killer managed to tug the next orgasm out of you. He’d barely gotten a knuckle deep before your body reeled around him. Your cunt sucked on his fingers while the second orgasm hit you. Your mind could barely comprehend it, despite it being a much milder one than the one prior. Every lapping wave of your bliss rocked in time with Killer’s attentive kiss on your clit and fingers in your cunt.

“You’re cumming again, ain’t ya?” Kid asked with a broad grin. He chuckled warmly before leaning down and kissing your temple, “Look at you go, babe. Urgh, look at those legs shaking. Fucking seas.” He leaned down and moved his hand from your breast to hold your leg while it trembled, “Fuck, Kil. You got another one.”

“It’s so fuckin’ gorgeous down here, boss.” Killer’s voice drew you back down to the bed you were laying on with your soul intact with your body, “Back with us, doll? Hm?” He pressed his lips against your thigh, prompting you to squeak and move away from his touch. Killer chuckled and slowly slid his digits between your folds and smeared your arousal around your centre as if it was a precious nectar from the gods of the sea. 

Your body felt relaxed. Completely relaxed. More relaxed than it had been in years with that wall broken through with Killer’s expert touch. There was a moment where you were certain your eyes had eclipsed with a black cast over them, hiding you from the world while your body was struck by lighting. You were unsure when exactly you had started crying, but tears warmed your cheeks in that sweet relief you had been longing for - like a pain that had finally been balmed over by a friend’s embrace. With Kid’s hand holding you still, you grew limp in his arms while Killer continued exploring you gently. 

“Another one?” Kid asked you sweetly with a mischievous smile, “And don’t say ya can’t because we know ya can now. You want another?” He leaned down and kissed your forehead before moving his head around to see Killer. “You okay down there, big guy?” Kid chuckled menacingly down at Killer, whose smile reached his hidden cheeks beneath his mask, “You look happy, bud.”

“So happy, boss,” Killer beamed, “Fuck, this pussy is so gorgeous. You know that, doll? Prettiest sight in all the blues is havin’ the privilege of watchin’ her cum for me. You want another, don’t you?” Killer’s hand slowly slotted in and out of your slit, your pussy greedily sucking on his fingers as soon as they went inside you, “I think you do, but yer’v gotta tell me. Use those words fer me.” Killer stilled his fingers, tilting his head up in a way for you to see the blue hue in his hidden eyes. 

Taking a moment to catch your breath and come down from the secondary high he’d just given you, you slowly nodded your head alongside exhaling a shaken breath. He clicked his tongue and mouthed, ‘words,’ at you, prompting you to let out an audible confirmation.

“Yes.” 

Killer grinned and returned back his attention to your pussy, slowly leaning forward and pressing his lips to your crotch above your clit in a small kiss. You jumped in Kid’s arms and let out a swift squeak. Kid chuckled at you before pressing a kiss to your temple to encourage you on. Killer’s lips then slipped towards your clit and mouthed at your core in a way that felt more deep and intimate than any kiss you’d received. Kid, almost instinctively, moved his lips against yours and kissed you in tandem to the motions Killer was carving into your clit. 

The motion had your body tensing, causing Kid to grapple you further against himself and Killer body your legs apart. Your body, already sensitive with the pleasure he’d managed to get out of you twice, was reaching its peak once more - this time far more quickly than the others. Killer hummed against your pussy, vibrating his lips while gasping into you. Kid smiled into the kiss as soon as your lips began to whimper against his. 

Sobbing, keening, mourning: that was the sound you’d elicited against your captain’s lips as soon as Killer threw you over that resounding heap and into the arms of pleasure. He refused to unlatch his lips from your clit until it had finished causing your knees to buckle. The swirl of his tongue against your clit beneath the closure of his lips was enough to have you continuing to softly gasp and wail until you finished riding through the waves of your orgasm. 

“Look at you, pretty,” Kid chuckled into your kiss before removing his lips from your own, “I knew you had it in ya. Look at that. Are we at three now, Kil?” Kid glanced down at Killer who swapped from latching against your clit to slowly mouthing and lapping at your slit. He gathered your arousal on his tongue and slowly slotted the muscle inside you before giving it a final kiss and rising up to sit on his calves. 

“Three so far, boss,” he hummed in thought, moving his mask back down to cover his face, “I don’t think I am even close to stopping. How are you down there, hm? Still comfy down there, boss, or do ya want to switch it up?” Kid hummed in though before nodding down at you with a glint in his eyes. 

“Depends,” he shrugged beneath you, “Ya wanna suck my cock, babe? I think it’d be nice for ya to have something other than a kiss to focus on, hm?” You looked up at him through your glazed, teary eyes and gave him a smile while limply attempting to roll onto your belly and off where he kept you hostage in his embrace. Kid chuckled and moved his arm to let you up, standing on the edge of the bed and unceremoniously dropping his pants. 

A blazing trail of red hair led from his belly down to his crotch, darker than the hair on his head, curly and almost sweet-looking in comparison to how intimidating the hard bulge of his angry cock looked. His flushed tip was red and shiny with how much blood was used to pump it full of need, veins bordering his shaft with their swollen presence. Precum slowly dribbled from his slit while watching you slowly crawl over to the edge of the mattress. 

“Do you like anything in particular, captain?” you asked sweetly, still staring up at him with eyes glazed with relief and glassy with fallen tears, “I can learn from your sounds, or you can teach me.” You slowly reached for his shaft, only to fall back onto your chest while Killer’s legs encircled around your thighs and tugged you back into his body. You laughed and looked over your shoulder towards Killer, who’s pants were also dropped in the process of Kid rolling over to the edge of the bed. 

“Should be askin’ you that, doll,” Killer smiled beneath his mask, “You okay with me goin’ inside ya wrapped, or can I go in without one?” He gave your ass a gentle slap before soothing you over with his palm, “I want to make ya cum on me, and I gotta respect ya preferences.” Killer slowly massaged your ass and focussed on the way your body felt in his hands before returning his fingers back to your slit and slowly playing with your body. 

“I-... I’m on birth control and I’m clean,” you nodded towards him, “You guys know I don’t take up on casual flings the way the rest of us do.” Killer nodded at your words and moved his mask up to glance at Kid through his ports while you continued, “I prefer it raw, but if you want to wrap it, I won’t stop you. Just as long as you move the band down and hold it if you’re fucking me roughly so it doesn’t snag inside me.” Kid chuckled down at you and turned your attention back to him with his hand gently cupping your chin and tilting it up at him. 

“Yer a little shit, babe,” he praised you with a sweeter smile than the one he’d offered you prior, “Now, before I get my cock in ya mouth and Killer puts his in that pretty pussy, give us yer hard boundaries so we don’t accidentally do something yer not into.” Kid slowly slid his thumb up and pressed it against your lower lip and smoothed over the brim to maintain your attention. 

“I don’t particularly enjoy being man handled into a position where I’m turned into a little ball and fucked like that for over ten minutes,” you nodded up at him while kissing his thumb, “I can do a mating press, but it has to be for under ten minutes or I start getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen going up towards my face.” You turned your attention towards Killer and slowly said something you haven’t thought you’d ever say to your captain and his first mate, feeling rather sheepish while your lips mentioned it, “While I’m fond of anal play, I haven’t done any preparation for it. I’ve been to the bathroom a few hours ago, but I haven’t done anything to allow for that as an option tonight. I-I mean, I can do that now-?”

“-It’s okay,” Killer nodded down at you before giving your ass another swift slap, “I don’t want to get you out of this position enough to prepare for that possibility. I like ya as ya are right here.” He moved his hand away from your slit before he lined up the tip of his cock with your slit, “No cock in the ass. Got it. Fingers, though?” 

“Happy with fingers,” you giggled at him while returning your attention to your captain with a sly smile, “What about you, boss? Are you happy with a finger or two while I suck your cock?” You slowly moved your hand against his thighs and up towards his ass, prompting him to swat at you with his hand and tap his cock against your bottom lip.

“You just worry about suckin’ on this. I doubt it’d be yer main focus while the big guy is back there,” Kid chuckled before slowly rubbing his cock amongst the seam of your lips, asking you wordlessly to open your lips, “If it gets too much for ya, focus on making those pretty little sounds rather than gettin’ me off, okay?” You rolled your eyes at his words before slowly parting your lips and taking him into your mouth. As soon as you moved past the curvature of his tip, you felt Killer begin to press his blunt cock-head against your slit. 

A low moan escaped the lips of your captain while you slowly bobbed your lips along his cock, only to then chuckle as soon as you let out a moan of your own at the contact of Killer slowly rocking inside you. He let out a pitched laugh of his own before gulping back the squeak and pushing it in further. When his cock finally met the apex of your cervix, you let out a small squeak at the pressure, prompting Killer to slowly retract his cock until it was almost completely sated inside you. 

“Bit big, huh?” Kid chuckled down at you, “Killer’s got such a pretty cock. Almost a shame yer only feelin’ it and not seein’ it. Pressure okay?” Killer continued to rock inside you without pushing in his whole length, ensuring it didn’t hurt you while he enjoyed feeling your cunt wrapped around him. You nodded and whimpered against Kid’s cock before returning your movements with vigour. Kid chuckled once more and made eye contact with Killer before nodding to him and allowing you to relax into his cock.

Eustass Kid had a very beautiful cock. There was something about the way the veins felt on your tongue that helped you feel soothed almost. His bulbous head slowly found its way to the back of your throat, prompting you to relax your tongue and flatten it against his legth to allow for more of his thickness to occupy your throat.

That was until Killer's cock hit something in your belly that didn't feel quite right. It wasn't a pain, not an unpleasant sensation, but not something you'd normally feel pressed inside you. It was like the curviture of his cock reached something in your belly that felt like your body needed to go to the bathroom while being completely full with air and liquid. You whimpered against Kid's cock, prompting the redhead to look down at you and reach down with his hand. Slowly caressing your cheek, he tilted his head and examined your face for any sign of pain. Finding none, he nodded to Killer and went right back to keeping you grounded on with his shaft between your lips.

"Yer'v cum three times, babe," Kid nodded down at you, "Such a pretty little thing cumming so pretty like that, by the way. Look even prettier with yer lips wrapped around me." Kid tapped your cheek twice with his index finger. You responded immediately by looking up at him while slowly bobbing your head along his shaft. Lathering his length in your saliva, you attempted to maintain focus on making Kid feel good by swirling your tongue against his tip before moving back down in a repetitive motion.

Keeping the rhythm steady was easy.

Maintaining it while Killer reached his hand around your waist and played with your clit in that same movement was harder.

You squeaked on Kid's cock while Killer's continued to slowly knock your breath from your lungs with every in-thrust. He kept the motion fluid enough that you could feel the sensation of a steady build up towards another climax, but this one felt different. It was more. It was a sensation you were not used to at all - but what sensation were you accustomed to, being one that had never had an orgasm and found yourself maliable like putty in Killer's steady hands while Kid's voice guided you on.

"There ya go," Killer gasped behind you, "Mmngh-, I can feel that pretty cunt fluttering around me, doll. There's somethin' happening. Yer gonna cum, ain't ya?" Killer moved his fingers away from focussing on your clit and pressed the heel of his palm against your core instead. Holding you in place one handed, he used his other hand to steady your thigh while continuing that harsh pace not quite reaching all the way down to his crotch.

A bulb of light bloomed in your belly, but also felt uneasy to the point where you panicked on Kid's cock in your mouth.

"Kil?" Kid gasped, "What's goin' on?" The captain looked up at his first mate who continued his motions without hesitation, only getting harder on his in-thrusts and building up momentum. Kid tilted his head to the side before the two of them worked in unity to remove both cocks from you and flip you onto your back with Killer still kneeling between your legs.

Immediately, Killer filled your cunt still throbbing from his cock with two of his fingers and pressed the heel of his palm down on your clit to add pressure. Your mind was dizzy and fogged with confusion at what was going on, but your body refused to give up on that orgasm Killer was building in you. The blonde found that uneasy spot inside of your body and curled his fingers into it, tugging against your walls until your ring of muscle began sucking on his fingers. Your surprise release was followed by a stream of fluid from your body you had no context for. It felt like you were peeing yourself, but not the same sensation. Your entire soul felt ripped on fire while Killer removed his hands from your cunt and allowed you to cum by yourself.

The scream your mouth spurted was loud enough you were sure it was just the ringing in your ears and not from your own throat. The pleasure was intensified by the fact both men were cheering for you when you returned to consciousness, blissfully ignorant that you had even lost the consciousness to begin with. Kid appeared happiest, especially with the way he'd returned to kneel beside you on the bed while Killer gawked behind his mask down at you.

"Doll." Killer's awe-stricken voice whispered down at you, "Oh, doll." Reaching up behind the mask, Killer withdrew the pin of his hockeymask and tossed it to the floor in a way uncharacteristic to his earlier methodological approach to his attire. "I was gonna ask ya if ya knew you were a squirter, but this is the first time yerv had an orgasm with a partner, right?"

"F-…" you panted, shaking your head and slowly rising your hands to cover your face, "…First time… At all."

The silence in the room was only broken by the three of you panting together.

Until laughter eclipsed the panting in a large and upragious gaggle. The pitched laughter from Killer was only overtaken by the loud bark of your captain that you mirrored in your own. It was a joy you couldn't name. Something new, inviting, soft, and friendly. Killer was covered in so much of you that you didn't know what to do with, and your body felt like it had depleted the entire stock of what you had been unable to find.

And not before long, that laughter slowly became sobs. Through quivering lips, you drew your hands up and hid your face while your shoulders shook with a violent and relentless wave of relief. Your heart couldn't keep up and your mind refused to put a lable on the way your body felt. Sobbing was more of a relief than you thought it would be. The expulsion of your feelings alongside your four orgasms was hard for you to process.

Two warm bodies lay either side of you and their voices began slowly cooing down at you from both sides. As soon as their arms wrapped around you and held you tightly to them, you steadied your breathing in time with theirs and grounded yourself to them. Their heartbeats were not as laboured, and it was easy to find your body catching up to them once more. Steadying your breath, you let out a shaken exhale and slowly nodded your head down with your eyes fluttering open from their wet close.

"S-Sorry," you smiled at them, "I just… It's a-… A-…" You couldn't find the words to explain what you were attempting to speak, only managing to find them as soon as your eyes met with the navy in Killer's tourmaline eyes. The blue-green hue was enough to rip another gasp from you as you breathed the word in synchrony with the two men.

"Relief."

"Aye," Kid nodded, kissing your shoulder while you continued to gaze up at Killer, "I bet it's a big one, babe. I can see how much pressure it's taken off ya. Especially in yer shoulders." You couldn't bring yourself to look away from Killer's eyes, no matter how gentle Kid's kisses felt against your skin. It was the first time you'd seen his entire face, and it was mesmerizing to the point of extreme unfairness. He was beautiful. Pretty, even. You could see why he would hide his face from others - maintaining his exterior hardness by masking his beauty with a fearful monicker.

"You must be feelin' better, hm?" Killer whispered at you. Your eyes were momentarily drawn down to his lips while he smiled at you. His purple lip-paint was smeared by his earlier ministrations, overflowing down his lower lip and onto his chin; both marbled by your desire marked into his skin.

Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips into Killer's. His shock was spoken into your lips with a hiccupped squeak, yet he returned the kiss once he recovered. Kid chuckled at you and removed himself from the bed while you inadvertantly crawled on top of Killer. Continuing the kiss, you tilted your chin and rolled his lips beneath yours in a practiced and dominating way. The flavour of lip-paint mixed with your lust was enough to spark a fresh wave of desire in you once more.

Oh shaky knees, you straddled Killer's lap and coaxed his cock inside you without breaking the kiss. Killer hissed into your lips as you sunk onto his cock. Moving up from your kneeling position, you planted your feet either side of his body and bounced against his lap until his cock was completely seated inside you. You could feel the shift in his shaft curving into your belly and pressing against the underside of your clit while you bounced against him.

"W-Well, then," Killer stuttered once he broke the kiss, allowing you more anchor to bounce freely with your momentum against his belly, "Look at you go. F-Fu-uck-! It's a bit deep, doll. You, o-oh, fuck, you okay?" The clapping of skin against skin caused you to pick up reserves of your stamina before your muscles began to burn in the base of your thighs. Killer drew his hands up to collect your ass, curling his biceps with you in his grip to rock you down and against him.

Just as your legs began to scream at you for abusing them, Kid returned to you and chuckled down at you. He moved his hand around your waist and steadied you once more against his chest while Killer took your weight in his arms with ease. You slowed until you were flush with Killer's lap, letting your body become used to his size until your belly adjusted accordingly.

"Guess what we're gonna do now, pretty girl," Kid whispered in your ear softly, pressing a kiss to the outer shell before he moved his hand to the front of your body, "We're gonna both fuck ya. I know you said no anal, and we're gonna respect that." Kid's kiss slowly moved down to your neck and grazed along your skin until you felt one of Killer's hands move to line Kid's cock up with your slit. You sucked in a sharp breath, tensing up and mentally preparing yourself for the pinch - until Kid's hand moved to your clit and placing a small sphere against your clit while adding, "But we're gonna make it feel nice to have two cocks inside that pretty pussy, aren't we?"

As soon as you began to feel that gliding pinch of another cock entering your slit, Kid ignited the sphere and it immediately roared with a fizzing sensation against your clit. It felt like an appology for the feeling of fullness while they stretched your cunt out on the two of them. Killer groaned out a whine that sounded like, "tight," while you squeaked at the sensation. You were not unfamiliar with vibrators, but the way these two were manhandling you as if you weighed nothing while focussing on your pleasure alongside their own was endearing.

"C-Captain! Full-!" you squeaked while your legs shook and felt like your feet were stilted on jelly, "I c-can't stay still!"

"Let Kil carry ya," Kid whispered in your ear, "Relax into him while we make ya feel goo-… Fuck, this pussy is good. Fucking seas!" At the click of his fingers pressed against you, the captain ignited his powers and held the vibrator flush with you while moving his arm around your waist. "Don't worry," he reassured you, "We've both got ya. You ain't goin' nowhere, blossom."

Killer moved his hand from Kid's shaft once seated in you to your thighs and helped stabilize you while Kid used his impressive strength to curl you into himself. Your belly was full completely, and you went limp in their arms while they began to move. The two men were in unison in their movements, pistonning their cocks inside you with a hard clapping sound. The humming of the vibrator rose, compelling your chest to hollow itself with a large flurry of panting whines.

"M'not gonna last," Killer grunted while continuing to lift and drop you in time with Kid's thrusts, "Fuckin' can't with this cunt. Shit, doll. Yer gonna milk me dry. In- fuck- Inside okay? I can cum inside you? Please?" Killer's voice moved into a higher registry while he attempted to quiet himself enough to stifle his moans. "Sh-Shit, I can't pull out. Please let me know if I can cum inside you! Just g-ive me a 'yes'. Please? Please, doll. Yer gonna make me cum! FUCK-!"

"C-Cum inside me, Massacre Soldier," you whimpered as best as you could while Kid moved the vibrator to a higher pressure, "Fuck, fuck, fuck-! T-Too much! Too big! Please? It's-!" Your body continued to double over in intensity, all the while Killer puffed out before arching his back in a perfect bow. His lips dropped into a silent scream before his voice caught up with him.

While you were certain you had heard many beautiful sounds in your life, there was nothing quite as beautiful as the higher pitched whimpers Killer sobbed up at you. Through his trembling lips, Killer sobbed that sounded like a hiccuping laugh, all beautiful to the point that you felt your belly run hot and flutter in time with his pulsating length pumping his climax inside you.

"Fuck, look at you both," Kid gasped behind you, "You cum so pretty, Kil. Fuck, and it's hot. Fuck, just stay still for a second or I'll cum." The captain focussed on your clit with the vibrator for a moment longer, waiting while edging himself inside you. He listened to your body while it reached it's peak before rising the shudders of the sphere up another level higher. You couldn't speak. Your core immediately gushed and sucked Kid and Killer's cocks inside you while contracting around their thick lengths until you finally felt your body forced into the hardest rushing force of your climax.

"Fuck, just like that," your captain gasped at you, "Fuck. Milk my cock, baby. M'gonna fill ya up. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she's suckin' me so good. Shit, m'cumming." Kid's cock slowly released wave after wave of uncoiling ecstasy inside your body to merge with Killer's release while tears painted your cheeks in relief. With a few gutteral growls, Kid emptied himself inside you before slowly aiding you back down onto the bed beside Killer.

Kid moved your hand atop Killer's chest, ensuring you were adequately pressed together before wasting no time in getting up from the bed and running hot water in his ensuite. Dampening a towel in his sink, he returned to your side and immediately moved to press it against you perineum and soothe over your muscle. Not cleaning you up of the mixture of cum, but ensuring your slit remained untorn and void of ache. After holding it there for a few moments, he switched to cleaning your body while Killer tilted his head towards you and kissed your nose.

"You okay?" the blonde asked you sweetly, "Alive down there?" Using the reserves of your strength, your limp body allowed itself to be moved to better angles for your captain to take care of you all with the towel. You returned Killer's kiss by pressing one of your own against his nose before laughing gently.

"I'm better than alive," you smiled in return, "I just… I feel so much… So much relief, you know? It's like I can breathe after not taking in the right air, sun, or water. I'm… I'm just…" You moved away from your words after Kid moved beside you, turning your head and pressing a gentle kiss against his lips that he returned greedily before letting you go. You cupped his cheek from over your shoulder and swiped your thumb over the apple beneath his eye with a gentle smile.

"…I'm going to have so much to tell Wire tomorrow."

The three of you laughed together once more before settling into the bed beside one another, tucked into the sheets as one while you allowed the exhaustion of your sex finally have you slipping into a sound slumber. Despite the wobble in your legs on the morrow, the smile on your face was the first thing Wire noticed about you as he waved you over to enjoy breakfast beside him with the crew.

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Name (last "nickname" first) : Ipomoea "Wisp" Thalassia

Age: 20 (pre-timeskip), 22 (post time-skip)

Gender & Pronouns: Female, She/Her

Birthday: March 26th

Place of birth: Slough: The Island of Fireflies

Residence(s): Slough Island (Former), Amaranth Island (Former), Wisteria Peninsula (Former), Victoria Punk (current)

Species: Mage (Mythica Type)

Specialties: Berserker style combat (fully and partially transformed into her dragon form)

Occupation: Stand-in king (former), Empress (former), Waitress (former), Strategist (current)

Bounty: unknown

Family: Ipomoea "Saturn" Matias (Father, deceased); Ipomoea "Flower King" Ophelia (Step-mother, deceased); Ipomoea "Flora" Fleur de Lune (Half-sister, living); Araden Verdanda (Ex-Husband, deceased); Noctis "The Lurker" Morrigan (Biological Mother, deceased); Enhalus Tokay (Half-Brother, living); Enhalus Muskie (Half-Brother, living); Ipomoea-Eustass "Star" Clematis (Daughter, living); Eustass "Captain" Kidd (Husband, living)

Appearance

Physical Appearance (Human): slightly tan skin;

Sea-foam green, wavy hair, usually medium in length (can get longer because she forgets to cut it)

Nacre Green eyes, pupils are white and resemble the flower-like pattern on moon jellyfish, they expand and contract like a blooming flower

Long elf-like ears that swivel like a cat depending on noise/mood (both are heavily pierced, though, she doesn't always wear earrings)

long, black claw-like nails; fingers have slightly longer webbing than normal

Five moles- one at the outside corner of her right eye, one between the right edge of her lip and nose, one below the bottom left edge of her bottom lip, one on the shell of her right ear, one on her left boob

Large scar on the left side of her torso

Several smaller scars, mostly on her hands and arms, two cut types: one on her right shoulder and the other on her left breast, a stitched up bite mark scar on her left hand.

5'8" (173 cm); 165 lbs; muscular pear build - muscle in her legs, glutes, and back - soft midsize stomach - prominent muscle in her upper arms and shoulders - slender muscle in forearms - long, slightly boney, fingers and scarred hands (notable callous on her top right pointer finger tip),

Four horns - two medium length ones just behind her hairline above each brow, One small one in the center of her hairline, and the longest one right above the small one;

Scaled Tail - about half of her body length, can coil like a snake, scales are sea-foam green and shimmer like nacre, a line of anemone-like tentacles makes starts at her spine, fanning out at the tip of her tail

*(the tentacles look and behave like feathers when dry; grow back like feathers if ripped out)

Style: Punk/grunge

Physical Appearance (Dragon): TBA

Personality

Personality Overview: Wisp is generally pretty playful with those she is familiar with, but stand-offish and cold to strangers (Ex: will speak using slang and cuss around friends, will talk "properly" and "business-like" with unknowns.) She comes off as aloof, but is very caring, having an especially soft spot for children and "creepy-crawlies". She'll memorize everything about those she holds close, from birthdays to temperature preference; prioritizing their comfort over her own, and doing little things for them here and there (things they wouldn't think of but reduces their mental load - their laundry basket is overflowing? She'll wash and fold it. They look sad? She's planning a day out revolving around their favorite hobbies. Etc. Etc.). When people make decisions that are illogical by her standards, she becomes frustrated, having to bite her tongue often. She has no qualms about killing, nor torturing, resorting to her own "special" version of water-boarding to gain the information she needs. She's extremely stubborn, to a fault, believing that there isn't an alternative she hasn't thought of when it comes to most decisions. Can and will out-stubborn Kidd. She's a bit of an oxymoron, scolding others for putting themselves in harms way, yet doing the same. She's extremely over-protective of Star, not allowing most people to know of her baby's existence outside of the crew (though, after the events of Wano, she allows the Straw-Hats and Heart Pirates to see her.)

Personality type: INTJ, Aries

Hobbies: Sculpting (former), painting, documenting marine life, underwater welding

Likes: Boiled crab, beignets, spending quality time with Star/Kidd/Killer/the crew, tidepooling, playing D&D, reading/collecting grimoires & spells, painting Kidd's projects, Heavy Metal and Folk Metal music, the color red

Dislikes: Strangers, idiots, most social situations, anything gelatinous, the world government as a whole, fish with whiskers (excluding crustaceans), being the center of attention, being stared at, chess, poker, pop music

Background

Slough Island: Wisp was born to Noctis "The Lurker" Morrigan on Slough, a swampy island a few kilometers south of Elbaf. At the age of three she was stolen by her father, Ipomoea "Saturn" Matias, and whisked away to Amaranth. She doesn't remember her birth island or the face of her mother, but she does know the island's smell.

*(While her true name was given to her by her mother, her nickname came from Ophelia)

Amaranth Island:

On Amaranth, Wisp was raised by Ipomoea "Flower King" Ophelia, until Ophelia was slain by Saturn a few months after giving birth to Ipomoea "Flora" Fleur de Lune.

From that point onward, she was raised by Saturn and a cycle of maids, many of whom she cannot remember the name of, Saturn often killing them within a month or two of their arrival. Saturn was not kind to Wisp, her mana and alternate form never developed during his time alive, making him deem her a failure. He never allowed her near the library, or in the castle's hall of grimoires, citing that "a failure has no need of magis knowledge". In secret, Wisp would study the magis language, hoping that one day she would be able to read a grimoire.

Unbeknownst to Wisp, "The Lurker" had cursed Saturn the day he took her away, causing him to slowly become obsessed with money and mana. The crazier he grew, the more he lashed out at her, giving her many scars and making her loathe men as a whole (at the time).

One fateful day, Flora knocked over Saturn's wine goblet, soaking the documents on his desk. Wisp heard the commotion and rushed to her sister's aide. She took the brunt force of Saturn's wrath, shielding Flora. Once he had left to further blow off his fit of rage, Wisp set to cleaning his desk. While doing so, she found documents dictating the sale of the islands people, including herself, and several proposals to celestial dragons regarding making Flora a concubine. It was then that Wisp realized if she didn't do something her people would face a fate worse than death.

Over the course of two years, Wisp plotted and planned. She kept her intentions secret until Herman, a local shipwright, approached her with the idea of creating a secret army to combat Saturn's cult following. They planned to strike at the end of the year, but nothing went as they'd hoped. Saturn's mind deteriorated much faster than anticipated, causing him to turn on his children.

In the middle of the night, Wisp awoke to smoke blanketing the castle. As she was trying to evacuate Flora, she came across Saturn in his alternate form. He attacked her with abandon, forcing her to throw Flora out of the nearest window to protect her from his blows. Wisp tried to escape as well, but was dragged back by Saturn. It was a game of 'cat and mouse' after, Wisp had no mana or formal weapon training to effectively fight back. Saturn eventually caught her, chewing her in his maw before swallowing her down. In Saturn's gullet, Wisp cried out for Ophelia, the only mother she remembered, and begged the gods to protect Flora and her people. Just when she thought she was dead, her mana awakened.

Wisp switched into the alternate half of her soul; a large, slender, six-winged dragon. Being much bigger than Saturn, she ripped him apart from the inside out, effectively killing him.

Not even a week after the incident, Saturn's cult following came to kill Wisp, citing revenge. In a fit of fear and exhaustion, she fought back, blindly slaughtering and eating his followers as well as some of her own people. When she came to, she was faced with the horrors of her lack of control. As it turns out, a handful of the followers were connected to celestials, putting her island at risk of backlash. Herman happened upon her in her bloodied, shocked state, initiating an idea to cover up Wisp's crime.

After evacuating the island to its peninsula, Wisp casted her first ever spell -taught to her by Herman-, sinking the mainland.

Wisteria Peninsula:

Wisteria was established as the new island, and Wisp was nominated as the 'stand-in' King, to hold Flora's place until she turned eighteen. The mainland sinking destroyed the kingdom's finances, as well as most of the grimoires used for farming, putting it's civilians on the brink of starvation. Wisp spent most of her time gathering food from the ocean to keep as many alive as possible wilst starving herself, though it did little to help the diseases that accompanied the famine.

In order to combat the sicknesses and disease, Wisp began searching for healing grimoires. Unfortunately, the first and only one she found was cursed with residual magic, permanently altering the way her healing magic works*. However, once the curse was put on her, the grimoire became usable again, allowing Flora and some nuns from the Church of Nocta to save the remaining civilians.

*(Wisp can still use healing magic, but not without using extra mana and making a sacrifice for the recipient of the healing - the sacrifice often being an offering of her own blood, or taking on the recipient's pain. This leaves her drained and exhausted, making her an inefficient healer.)

During this time, the world government had sent many letters to the kingdom's parliament, demanding a marital tie be made between the kingdom and government in exchange for financial assistance amidst the 'natural disaster'. Knowing that the coast wouldn't provide food for them for much longer - especially with the pollution caused by the sunken island - Wisp eventually excepted the proposal, shedding her title of 'King' to 'Empress' and starting the grueling process of selecting a suitor.

A few months into rejecting suitors, Araden Verdanda appeared, manipulating Wisp into a marriage with him with a combination of mind-altering magic and his own natural allure. At first, Wisp did genuinely fall in love with him, not knowing his true intentions. However, she soon found out that his only goal was to overtake her kingdom and produce an heir he could weaponize, all to earn the favor of celestials. After the revelation of his true intentions, Wisp had a nun named Stelle place a spell on her to prevent pregnancy, as she knew he would groom the child into a marriage candidate for a celestial. Unfortunately, Stelle was Verdanda's real lover, and her goal was the same as his.

Wisp later became pregnant, and had a complicated birth, putting her on death's door. Verdanda was going to leave her to die, the child being his only goal, but was stopped by Flora who traded her true name in exchange for Wisp's life. Once Wisp regained her bearings, she was allowed to hold her child, who she named Clematis (nicknamed 'Star' to protect her true name). A day later, after Wisp refused to tell him Star's true name, Verdanda took Star away. Wisp, despite still being very weak, tried to fight to get her baby back, but was ultimately overpowered by Verdanda, who erased her memories of Star.

Four months later, the Kidd pirates crashed off shore. Wisp took them in, and - with the help of Flora and the nuns - got them back on their feet. A week before they were set to leave, Verdanda returned to the island with the knowledge of their presence, attacking them. Wisp protected Kidd and his crew until they were out of Verdanda's range, in exchange for her 'betrayal', Verdanda slaughtered her people, altering Flora's mind to do the same. He tricked Wisp into believing she killed Flora as one last act of anger. Wisp, extremely wounded and weak from her injuries, was taken prisoner to be sold at Sabaody, as Verdanda no longer had a use for her without her island or title. Aboard his ship, her mana is blocked away by a command through the use of her true name. She was locked in the brig not long after, and treated like an animal. Verdanda and his crew did the bare minimum to keep her alive, allowing her wounds to fester and causing sepsis to begin its cycle on her body.

Sabaody:

Wisp reunited with Kidd and his crew during Sabaody, at the Human Auction house, earning a favor from Rayleigh for helping Chopper with Hatchi - which she later cashed in for someone to coat the Victoria Punk. As she and the handful of Kidd Pirates made their escape, they ran into Law and his crew. Just as the group was overwhelmed by the Pacifistas, she shielded them from a blast and stunned the robots long enough for everyone to retreat. Already weak and wounded, she collapsed during the retreat. Law, as a "thank you", gave her enough basic treatment to keep her alive until she could receive full care aboard the Victoria Punk. Days later, she wakes up in the Victoria's infirmary.

After a month, Wisp became the crew's official strategist. When the crew returned to Sabaody to watch the streaming of Ace's execution, Wisp ran into Verdanda again. He had disguised himself as Flora to lower her guard, then captured her. Under strict orders to avoid conflict, Verdanda tried to bargain with Kidd and Killer, urging them to leave her behind in exchange for a position as Warlords - a lie. When pressed as to why he wants her when he was going to sell her anyway, he simply says he found a new use for her. Wisp and Killer had plotted a contingency plan beforehand for if they crossed paths with Verdanda, which allowed them all to escape unharmed once more - much to Kidd's displeasure*.

*(He was glad everyone was safe, but really really wanted to tear a new one into Verdanda.)

In the New World:

As time passed, Wisp worked tirelessly to pave a path for her captain, spending late nights hunched over maps and intelligence files (obtained via the courtesy of Killer and a few other members of the crew). In one of the files, she saw Flora in the background of a photo. With the confirmation that her sister is still alive, she tried to sneak out, putting a solo rescue mission into motion. However, she was stopped by Kidd. Instead of getting angry, he gave her a boat to borrow, making her promise to return with her sister and alive.

As it turns out, the evidence had been planted by a member of Verdanda's crew, who recognized the Kidd Pirate who took the photo. As soon as Wisp stepped aboard the ship, she was caught. She spent several nights locked in Verdanda's office, until Kidd and Killer showed up. Their arrival created enough of a distraction for Verdanda to leave the door unlocked, letting Wisp escape. She found Flora on her way to the upper deck, and both mages, along with Kidd and Killer, escaped.

Back aboard the Victoria Punk, Flora explains what really happened the day Verdanda attacked. Through her explanation, Wisp learns that Verdanda had manipulated them both into thinking the other was dead, keeping them from attacking him with their combined strength. This knowledge makes Wisp suspicious of his cowardice, giving her the idea to dig deeper into his history and her own.

Wisp went from library to library with no luck, until she finally found one at a newly obtained territory, old and abandoned. Inside the library, she stumbled upon a book on Slough, and her real mother's name (though she doesn't yet know it). The book detailed how Slough mages are few and far between, all having a mythical beast-type alternate form, much like Wisp. It was all the encouragement she needed to bring the book to Kidd, begging he take her there to figure out who she might really be.

In the midst of Wisp's self discovery, Flora disappeared, leaving behind a note telling of her distaste for the pirate life and hatred of marines. At the end of the note, she said she would pave her own way, and that she is grateful for Wisp and the Kidd Pirates. Though distraught, Wisp doesn't go looking for her, respecting Flora's decision.

As Wisp and the Kidd Pirates traveled deeper into the New World, Kidd promised Wisp that they would head for Slough if they ever found a map or log pose to it. Wisp took him up on the promise, digging deeper into old archives, and putting out more feelers for anything about Slough or any books written in the magis language. She got a bite in the form of a Poneglyph rubbing being transported aboard one of Big Mom's ships. Kidd not only needed the Poneglyphs for his own goal, but also wanted his tactician to grow stronger; so he agreed to go with Wisp to retrieve the rubbing.

They managed to take the rubbing, only having to fight a small scuffle with one of Big Mom's generals, which Kidd won with ease. Back aboard the ship, they celebrated a job well done, and officially formed a relationship together. Wisp began to study the Poneglyph rubbing, cross referencing it with the book she found. In doing so, she learned that the Poneglyphs are written in a language adjacent to magis, allowing her to very slowly translate it. This newfound information doubled her interest in the Poneglyphs, believing they might hold a connection to her home.

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IV. Corpus Meum - My Body

Never in his life has Kidd stared at a woman for as long as he has you. He's had his fair share of flings with both sexes, none all that satisfying or fulfilling. Though, for some reason, he finds himself shamelessly fixated on you.

"Would it kill you to have even the slightest semblance of manners?" Fatigue is barely hidden behind the way you bite at him, sinking deeper into the steaming, milky water.

"Ya' ever met a pirate with manners?"

"No."

"S' because they're dead."

Rising to his comment will do nothing but drain more of your energy, so, you stretch your legs out further, reclining your head against the bath's rocky edge. The tell-tale splashing of someone else entering the water never comes. Glancing toward the entrance, you catch sight of Kidd's pale rear along with…. impressive. It's not the largest you've ever seen, still…. damn.

"Who's tha' one without etiquette now?" He chortles from over his shoulder, pulling something from the cubby he tucked his clothes into - a flask.

"Eye for an eye," you shrug, finally giving the man some privacy. The slap of skin onto stone rings out over that of crickets, pale legs dipping into the water across from you. "It's only waist deep, Fruit Captain." Though it's supposed to be a playful invite, a 'white flag' of sorts, your comment flies from your mouth like an insult.

"I dinnae' need you ta' tell me, Lizard Princess."

That one makes you giggle, if only a little. Killer steps out from the shower next, completely nude minus a towel wrapped around his face so only his eyes show, his mask tucked under his arm. "Ya' get it off, Kil'?" Kidd asks, eyeing his partner.

"Aye," the blonde shifts his attention to you, "It's gross to use a bath without showerin' first."

"Already did. I'd just started to soak when the two of you got here. I was actually about to leave…"

"Then leave," Kidd grunts, taking a swig from his flask.

"I changed my mind," you shrug, closing your eyes to drown out the intense stares of the two men.

"Because yer a pervert," his flask clinks against the rocks, followed by the soft splash of him getting into the water. Fear suddenly shoots up your spine, making the hair on the back of your neck raise and your heart race. You're a lone woman, nude, without a weapon, with two equally nude men between you and the exit - two very large, nude, pirate men.

'One is a Devil Fruit user, and the other is human. I am a mage. I'm okay.'

You reel your thoughts back in, trying not to flinch as yet another body joins yours in the water.

'They're not him.'

"We can look away while you leave, if that's what's stopping you," Killer offers.

Once you're sure your face won't project your fear, you open your eyes. Killer and Kidd recline across from you, Kidd looking worse for wear as he leans against his companion's side. Something in your gut softens, just a little.

"…Actually, I would like that… but… why-"

"-An eye for an eye, correct?" Killer taps the spot on his chest where the gash was.

They act almost neutral and it's only been a few hours. It's… strange. Is this what Heat meant about you? Giving him a curt nod, you brace one hand on the stone behind you, still mostly submerged. Killer covers his eyes, and Kidd's, with his hands, then sits stiff. Giving it a few minutes, you make some fake splashes just to see if they'll look. They don't. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you clap your hand over the large scar on your side, whispering the glamour back into place.

Once fully dressed, you release them with a soft, "Thank you."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

To call now, or in the morning: that's the debate that rattles around in your sleepy mind as you lay curled beneath your duvet. Verdanda won't be happy with you, no matter your choice. The wedding ring on your nightstand winks faintly in the candlelight, mocking you. It won't chain you much longer, should the ocean provide once again. Even if it doesn't, you have a backup plan… of sorts. Fuck the government and their meager 'aid'. Reaching toward your nightstand, you gently unlatch the microphone from your snail, dialing Verdanda's number with your opposite hand. Maybe, just maybe, you can convince him to stay away for a few weeks longer.

He picks up within two rings, his tone exasperated, "What?"

"I just wanted to check in…" Half of your mind battles the other, ridiculing yourself for how small you sound when you speak to him. It's not like you can fix it, but it wounds your pride, nonetheless.

"Mhm. Anything new?"

"No. Not really. Just waiting on the next supply shipment."

"Yeah. That is why you called. Not to check in, but because you want something. You are like every other little noble lady, begging and begging until there is nothing left of me."

"I'm sorry…"

"Of course you are. When are you not?"

The line falls silent, your teeth digging pits into your inner cheek. The casual way he insults you goes ignored. A few years ago it hurt, but, now, his words are nothing more than static. How do you ask for double the supplies without sounding suspicious, or getting your ass beat as soon as he docks? What will keep him away for just a tad bit longer?

"How are things with you?" Play the doting young wife, he eats that shit up.

A sigh, "These new recruits are driving me insane. They are disrespectful, secretive - always finding themselves in some type of trouble. One went as far as to sleep with a pirate."

Your stomach sinks, but you know, logically, there isn't a way for him to know about the pirates on your island. He's just venting about some unruly recruit. Even so, your anxiety screams, 'Run, he knows!'

"What idiots. I take it you reprimanded them?"

"Of course."

"Both the soldier and the pirate?"

"I have not yet caught the pirate. I thought it better to visit you before picking up their trail again."

'Bingo.'

"Won't that look sloppy to the higher-ups, though? Not to say that you're sloppy - you have many years of experience on me -but I know all too well how those commanders can be…"

"Wouldn't it."

"Huh?"

"Speak proper. You're royalty, not some washed up farm girl."

"Yes. My apologies. Wouldn't it… um.. be sloppy?"

His teeth audibly grit, "Stupid child. You believe they think so low of me?"

"I wouldn't, but they're so obsessed with purity and bloodlines…"

Objects clatter noisily, curses spewing from his mouth. He'll definitely take it out on you once you cross paths again, but as long as it's just you who gets hurt, it'll be fine.

"I will return to you in two months, and make sure a few extra ships are sent to our people as an apology for my absence. I know they miss me dearly when I'm away."

"I'm sure they'll love that. Thank you."

"Yes. Now, I have work to finish."

"I understand, goodnight."

Cuh-lick.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Sleep evades you most of the night, your eyes only drifting closed once the beginnings of dawn paint the sky. Even then, it feels like only seconds have passed when a small hand shakes your shoulder.

"Empress," you're shaken again, "Um… Miss Wisp?"

A groan leaves your throat, startling Dive. "Killer needs help finding your herbs." She states, shaking you once more for good measure. "Mhm," a cramp crawls up the back of your thigh, making you click your teeth together. "I'll be there in just a moment." Her pigtails bounce in sync with her quick nods. "What's that?" She asks, pointing to the wedding ring on your nightstand. "My wedding ring," you hiss, knuckles digging into the meat of your leg, searching for the source of the cramp.

"You're married," Dive gasps much too loudly.

"…yes." She won't understand what a political marriage means, and explaining will only delay your morning.

"Wow! Is he strong? Where is he? What does he do for a living? How did you mee-"

"-Why don't we go help your crewmate?"

"Commander."

"Huh?"

"Killer is Captain's 'right hand'. Which means he's the first commander, and Heat and Wire are second commanders." She speaks so fast it takes you a minute to process what she said.

"Ah. Okay. Let's go help your commander."

"Aye, Empress!" You flinch at her cheer, grabbing a pair of shorts from your floor and slipping them on beneath your blanket. Before your feet are off the bed, she's already racing down the hall yelling; "She's comin' Killer!"

The helmeted blonde is digging through one of the many cabinets bordering the kitchen when you walk in. Exasperated huffs leave his mouth as he, once again, cannot find what he has been looking for since dawn.

"Our spices are fresh, so you won't find them in any cabinet or drawer." You explain, causing him to jump as he hadn't heard you enter over the sound of his complaints.

"You have another ice-box?"

"No."

Killer watches, confused, as you push open the courtyard door attached to the kitchen. "Are you coming or not?" You inquire, holding open the door.

The courtyard garden is beautiful. Hummingbirds, butterflies, bees, and other pollinators zip from flower to flower, not paying much mind to Killer or you. "This side is cooking herbs, and that one is medicinal." You gesture to two separate patches, their plants growing wild over the iron wrought fencing. "They're not labeled, but if you tell me what you're looking for, I can show you where it is."

"And how do I know you won't feed us poison?"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"I am," Killer's shoulders shake with concealed laughter. He's… making a joke? "I need basil, oregano, parsley, and garlic. Ah. Wait. I can see the garlic from here. Those other three, though."

"Yeah. Got it."

Once all the spices are in his hands, Killer begins setting up the kitchen. The way he sets up isn't clean cut and professional like the local chefs taught you, it's homely, oddly comforting. He sets a jar of preserved tomato paste on the counter, followed by flour, eggs, salt, and more. "Spaghetti for breakfast?" You probe, quirking a brow at him.

"What time do you think it is?" He hums, cracking a few eggs into some flour.

"Nine?"

White flecks sprinkle across the counter as he points at a clock ticking above the courtyard door, "Try twelve."

Suddenly, you're out of your seat and sprinting down the hallway. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Killer hears you yelp, followed by the sound of the front door slamming shut.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

"Stupid fucking net- that's it! I'm using magic!" Your eye twitches as a few of the tangled net's weights smack the tip of your tail. Curse your dingy clock. Did the alarm not go off? Or did your lack of sleep finally catch up to you? It doesn't matter. Verdanda never gave you a date or time for the next supply ships, and you have an additional twenty-somewhat residents to feed.

"Piscari!"

Too much. Way too much mana in your spell. Fish rain down around you, flipping around spastically as they land on the sand. You work fast, throwing as many smaller ones back into the sea as you can, guilt stinging your throat each time you pick one up. There are too many fish for you to realease before they're suffocated by their own drying gills. You switch to gathering the larger ones instead, tossing them in your cooler. The sand and sun take their toll on the remaining quarter of smaller fish, littering the shoreline with stiff, silver bodies.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, collecting them to be used as bait and fertilizer. On Wisteria, nothing is wasted.

The foul smell of dead fish begins to set in as you sling the bait bag over your shoulder, the cooler rolling behind you on its rickety wheels. Sand, grass, sand, then wood, the familiar path to the shipyard passes beneath your soles. As you stride through the open garage door with your catch in tow, you're greeted by the sight of the Kidd Pirate's captain welding on his ship, next to Herman. Neither man notices your entrance.

You dump the bait fish in a large barrel of chum around the shop's back, dragging the cooler over to the large sink and table sitting at the corner. Filet knives of all kinds and styles clang together as you yank open one of the many weathered drawers, alerting the raft of otters nearby. They chirp and squeal at you as you set to the tedious task of gutting and filleting the fish.

"I'm not going to give you guys anything outright. You know this. Gotta trade," you hum, piling a few fish heads on the corner of the counter. Not long after you speak, a barrage of clams, crabs, and abalone clatter against the dock. You're quick to catch the crabs before they can scuttle back into the ocean.

"Thank you, fellas." Tossing the small pile of fish heads into the water, you watch in amusement as the otters catch them, snacking on their reward.

"You train them?" Kidd's voice nearly causes you to lose your grip on the filet knife, your hip colliding with the counter top.

"Geez," you sigh, setting the knife down. "They trained themselves. Followed me around for months, learned my routine."

"Yer shipwright, the geezer, said it'll take a few months ta gather the scrap 'n supplies I need."

"How many months is 'a few'?"

"Three."

"Mm. Alright," your noise of disquiet doesn't go unnoticed, though Kidd says noting about it.

"Yer island has no trade partners, or routes." He states, watching the otters alongside you.

"That's correct."

"Yer fresh water supply is small, and I've not seen any beef cattle, only dairy."

Mutual suspicion creeps between you and him, both of you tensing.

"Your point is?"

"Killer made fresh meatballs with beef. Yer citizens wear modern clothes, old but not handmade. I've only seen a handful of gardens, includin' yer own, yet ya have a large supply of veggies." His amber gaze fixes on you, scrutinizing. "How tha hell are ya eatin' 'n livin' comfortably with what ya got?"

It's not a secret: the 'aid', your marriage. Yet, the way he speaks is accusatory, as if you're plotting against him and his crew. The truth is the opposite, you're doing your damned best to keep the government off your island, and away from them.

"I'm married to a navy commander-" long fingers curl around your throat, Kidd's metal rings pressing grooves into your skin as the counter digs into your back. Your first instinct is to fawn and cower. It burns disgrace throughout your body.

"-I'm married to a navy commander who's half-celestial, half-mage," you wheeze, tears gathering on your lower lids, tremors of adrenaline and fear setting into your arms and knees. "It's entirely political. For the sake of aid. I swear, I won't rat you and your crew out. I don't want the government's involvement with me or my island just as much as you don't with your crew."

Kidd's grip tightens, a manic grin slowly stretching over his face. "Haven't killed royalty before. Not a dragon either. Why don't ya transform so I can slap yer skull on my ship?"

"If you kill me," you choke," my people will slaughter your crew like swine."

His grip slackens, releasing you to slump against the counter. Behind him, Herman stands at the back door of the shop, staring at you with disgust written in his eyes. You look away, jaw clenching with a mix of emotions too tangled for you to pinpoint.

"Betray me, my crew, and I'll rip this island apart." Kidd follows Herman back inside, slamming the door behind him.

Regrets of all kinds explode in your mind. You ignore them, continuing to gut and filet the fish as if nothing happened, drowning yourself in work. Yesterday, in the bathhouse, you were naive, blinded by the prospect of meeting new people after being mostly isolated for several years.

Every man is like him.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

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III. Consanesco - Be Healed

The door to the room next to yours gives in with ease as you throw your shoulder into it. On one of the trundle beds in the corner sits the red-headed man you rescued, holding your sister by the collar. Without hesitation, you clock him in the jaw, shoving Flora behind you.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing - grabbing a child like that?!" You holler, a spell on the tip of your tongue. If only the rooms in the villa were bigger, you could rip him to shreds in your dragon form.

"WHO THA' FUCK ARE Y-"

"-Kidd!" Killer skids through the doorway, throwing himself between you and his companion. "It's alright! They're-"

"-We saved your stupid asses. Well, she did," Flora pipes up from behind you, eyes locked with the fuming man.

"I didn' ask ta' be fuckin' saved!" He barks, bursting into a coughing fit.

"Go ahead and keep that up. See where it gets you," you seethe.

Killer snaps his masked gaze to you, then back to his captain. "Kidd. Our medics are dead… so is half of the crew…" He hesitates before speaking again, voice full of shame. "Partner… we need their help." Kidd's face doesn't change away from a scowl, but the creases between his shaven brows soften as do his eyes. "Where are the others?" He asks, tone not matching his expression.

"Most of everyone is in the dining room, except for those gravely injured. They're dotted in rooms across the villa. Your tall companions, Heat and Wire, are exploring." Flora answers before Killer can, stepping from behind you. "Let me clear your lungs so I can go to bed." Using so much mana in such a short amount of time has drained her, you can tell from the way her shoulders slump and the lack of bite in her voice. Kidd starts to protest, but Killer beats him to the punch.

"Kidd," it's somewhere between a warning and demand, muffled by his mask. "I'll fill you in. For now, listen to the young lass. The crew needs their captain."

Though his sneer never changes, Kidd gives in, laying flat on the bed. "Flora," you warn, noticing the look in her eyes, one you know all too well to mean something 'smart' is brewing in her throat. "Yeah, yeah," she waves you off, hovering her palms over Kidd's chest. A pink glow radiates from them, encompassing the pirate.

"Consanesco et diluo."

The large bruise decorating Kidd's jaw disappears along with the subtle rasp in his lungs. "There," Flora dusts away invisible dirt between her hands, "You handle the rest. Goodnight, and goodbye." She takes off before you can ask her what the status on everyone else is. Little shit.

Turning away from the door, you face the two pirates once more. "What kind of Devil Fruit did tha' young lass eat?" Kidd grills, standing and stretching. At his full height, he towers over you more than Killer.

"None. She's a mage, as am I."

He stops, gives you a look, then laughs so arrogantly loud you have to cover your ears. "Ya' got faeries 'ere too?!"

"A fruit gives you power, yet you doubt the existence of my people. You're not a very vibrant crayon, are you?" He sputters for a rebuttal, spews of half threats and curses fall off his tongue before he forms a full sentence.

"Go eat a dick! Where tha' hell is my crew?!" Objects clatter as he seems to bump into every piece of decor before leaving the room. These pirates are just one headache after another.

"I should go thoroughly explain everything…" Killer starts to leave, but you stop him. "Your wound," you point at the still-oozing gash beneath his shirt. "It'll be fi-"

"-It won't take me long, and you won't feel it." You cut him off, not caring to logic away his stubborn pride.

"Alright." He stands still as you approach him, digging your teeth into your thumb hard enough to make it bleed. Perplexity taints the air around him, but he doesn't say a word. Bringing your hand to your mouth, you let your blood saturate your tongue.

"Coalesco."

Warmth rolls over Killer's body, like the soft caress of a steaming bath. Then, as soon as it comes, it disappears. In its wake, he feels rejuvenated, no more bruising, wounds, or aching muscles to be found. He squeezes his hands, making sure you didn't numb him. To his surprise, he can feel his callouses rubbing one another.

"Ew. Please don't do that. That sound is just… ew." Your voice stuns him from his bewilderment, your face screwed up in distaste.

"A mage…huh…" He murmurs, mostly to himself, stopping his actions before he annoys you further. "Yes. You're on an island full of them." His focus shifts to you, noticing a drop of blood seep from your nose before you wipe it away.

"Can everyone else on this island do… this?"

"For the most part. Some are better than others… You should go catch your friend before he starts something he shouldn't." You tilt your head toward the door to emphasize your point.

"Right… well, thank you."

Shock seizes your body, short-circuiting your brain to a point where you utter something between 'you're welcome' and 'huh'. He's out the door before you can get over it.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Kidd eyes you like he's only just noticed the difference between him and you. Under his unabashed staring, you scarf down your bowl of stew, tail twitching in vexation. Sitting near him wasn't your choice. In fact, you deliberately sought out the only empty part of the banquet table stationed in the dining room. Then, just as you were getting comfy, he plopped himself down across from you.

"You look like you want to say something," you comment between slurps.

"What tha' hell are ya'?" He's a little less overwhelming when he talks at a normal volume, but the question irks you nonetheless - as if his staring hasn't done a good enough job of that already.

"A mage," you grunt.

"Still dinnae' believe this shite. Already strange enough ya' take in a bunch of pirates. 'N you want me to believe ya' got faeries runnin' round here?"

"I don't care what you believe. It's the truth wether you want it to be or not." Something tickles your upper lip, adding a metallic taste to your next bite of stew. Inconvenience is your horoscope today, huh? With another grunt of irritation, you roll up the fabric napkin in your lap and shove a corner in your nose. "Excuse me," the chair beneath you screeches far too loud as you rise. It's smarter to not show the full extent of your exertion to the pirate captain. Especially when he's sizing you up like that. His first mate likely told him about your alternate form, and it wouldn't surprise you if he wanted to take your dragon head to add to his ship. He wouldn't be the first.

Your walk to your room is interrupted by the tall ghastly man. Is it Heat? Or… er… Wire? You ought to ask. It won't hurt to collect names. He stands in the middle of the west wing library - what really should be called a collection of grimoires and a desk. His dark eyes are fixated on a painting mounted high on the wall: of you, your father, Flora, and Ophelia. Flora is a babe resting on Ophelia's lap; the Flower King herself reclines gracefully on her throne; you, as a child, perch stiffly in front of your father, whose hand rests on your shoulder as he stands at attention next to the throne.

"Your family?" The man spooks you from your stupor, his gaunt face a little too close to yours for comfort. Does he know what a personal bubble is?

Taking a step back, you respond, "Yes."

"You don't look much like your mother," he observes, speaking as if you're old friends.

"She was my adoptive mother."

"Was?"

"Yes. Was." He'll get no elaboration from you. There are plenty of records of Ophelia's death in the east wing library, as well as around the peninsula. Statues, plaques, benches, and other memorials tell her story. Resurfacing the memory of her death through your eyes is senseless work.

"She was good to you, then?"

"She was everything I could ask for, and more."

He smiles gently, and it actually looks kind despite the scars pulling over his lips and out their corners. Once again, he steps into your bubble. Is he spatially unaware, or blind as shit?

"Heat," he holds out his hand.

'Oh.'

"Wisp," you shake it. Shockingly, his skin is soft.

"Really? I've only heard you referred to as 'Empress'." Though his tone shifts to disinterested, his body language remains engaged.

"The title is a formality. I don't think pirates really have a need to use it." You explain, flicking your eyes around the grimoires in the room.

"We call our captain 'Captain'," Heat counters, seemingly offended at your stereotyping.

"Fine. Call me 'Empress' if it pleases you, either way, I don't particularly care."

"You're strange."

"I am a dragon."

"No," he tilts his head at you as if you're missing something obvious. "Not the way you look. You. Your vibe. It's strange."

"Is that bad?"

"I'm not sure."

"You sound like the blonde one- Killer." Heat chuckles at that, running his eyes over the many books shelved from floor to ceiling.

"What language are these?" He probes, pulling one from the shelve.

"Mage-speak," you read the title embedded into the spine of the one he holds. "You should put that back."

"Why?" Rather than answering him, you pull the book from his grasp and slide it into place. "A human can use a grimoire, even without mana. That one specifically," you point to it's title, "shrinks your genitals."

"Who would even use something like that? Why do you have that?"

This man may as well be an incessant toddler. "Ask Flora in the morning. She loves hearing herself talk far more than I do. Goodnight." It's not a lie. When asked about the island's history, she never shuts up. Though, you know it's her way of coping. Saturn and Ophelia passed before she was old enough to comprehend what death was.

Keratin collides with thick wood, your horns smashing into your room door followed by your nose. Damn legs moved faster than your thoughts. "Motherfucker," you hiss, dragging your hand down your face. It comes back wet, double the amount of blood from your already leaking nose coating your palm.

A shower would be nice. Your nose can drain in there, and you can wash away the ocean funk clinging to you…. but you'll have to walk to the bathhouse. Shifting from foot to foot, you weigh your options. Part of you curses Saturn for never having installed a bath. However, the villa was never meant to be lived in. A long time ago, it was a meeting place of sorts, for Saturn and his cult. He must be boiling in hell, well, you hope he is.

Loud, vulgar conversation echoes down the hall, cutting your thought process short. Just as the blonde and red-head duo enter your line of sight, you make your decision: bathhouse it is.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Lottie, an older woman with no filter, mans the front desk. Her teal eyes widen in shock as she sees you approach, pinching your nose to keep blood from spilling on the floor. The quick clapping of her sandals echo over the distant sound of running water as she rushes to you, concern deepening the lines in her face.

"Is it dem damn pirates, beby? I beat dey asses for you." Her wrinkled hands are cold but soft as she tilts your head, inspecting you for any injuries.

"No, ma'am. Just the curse," you correct, fearing she may stick true to her word.

"Now, whatchu doin' healin' when you know it don't do you no good?" She scolds, digging behind the counter for every mage's remedy - wisteria tea. Gold and black porcelain clink quietly against the counter top, her hands moving by memory. Fingers, as old and gnarled as branches, dance and twirl to a rhythm only she can hear as she creates a small ball of fire. It rolls beneath the teapot, coiling like a snake against it's base. Then, as soon as the water begins to boil, the flame disappears.

Using magic without speaking is a rare genetic only she and Herman, her brother, possess.

A cup of warm tea is in your hands before you can form a proper 'thank you'. "Go get cleaned up, beby. You got a long day comin'." She waddles to the front, flipping the sigh from 'Family Bathing' to 'Adults Only'. You thank her quietly, your social battery dead and mana all but depleted.

Parting the shell-beaded curtains, you strip your clothes at the bath entrance, tucking your bag of clean clothes over the dirty in one of the many cubbies lining the two short walls. As you step further in, you're relieved to see all of the showers around the perimeter of the bath are open, and the bath itself vacant. The glamor on your scar drops at your command, confident you'll be beneath the bath's herbal surface before anyone can catch a sight of the jagged flesh on your ribs.

The teacup clinks quietly as you place it near the edge of the bath, hoping the cobblestone keeps it nice and warm while you shower.

Cold water glides over your flesh as you scrub away the days labor, relief encompassing your sore muscles. The bathhouse is your safe place: the herbs added to the water smell like home; its mirrors stay permanently fogged; and after dusk it's usually abandoned. Only good memories of learning how to braid from Ophelia, or soaking side to side with her and Flora linger here. Although you hate the walk, it's a place untainted by nightmares. Hopefully, untainted by pirates, too. From what little knowledge you gathered, they rarely bathe.

Though, the ones you rescued don't carry a very strong stench like those in stories and bibliographies. If you met any when you were younger, their faces and stench allude you.

You grip the warm, dank, cedar railing as you descend into the water. It's barely waist-high, but once you sit on the little stone ledge encircling the inside, you're submerged to your shoulders. Taking a few sips of the cup of tea, you groan in delight. Maybe caring for the pirates won't be so bad.

A familiar voice cuts through the entrance curtain and you sneer. Maybe not.

"Aye, this place 's a sight fer sore eyes," Kidd bellows.

"Indeed it is," Killer agrees. Both men strip where you did, forcing you to look away. They don't cause you enough concern for you to abandon your manners.

They each take a shower stall, still unaware of your presence - the gift of a dragon mage. Chatter comes in waves with them; laughter, seriousness, quiet, and over again.

Downing your last sip of tea, you start to exit the bath, hoping their shower will buy you enough time to at least get your shirt on. You're only one step up the stairs when Kidd's stall opens. His wide eyes meet yours, and you fall back in the water without a second thought.

Well, fuck.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

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II. Vesperi - Evening Star

Links of chain pinch your tongue, giving you a new retrospect on the split-bits used on horses. Thankfully, you've never perpetrated the use, but now you think you might ban them outright. The pirate ship glides above your spine with ease, creating a symbolic scene as the skull floats just above your head due to the shortage of chain.

"Hey! I see it! The island!" One of the crew members cries joyously, pointing at the blob of brown and green speckled with dots of purple.

Evening is fast approaching by the time you reach land, causing the wisteria trees lining the shore to glow with their sun-obtained mana. Soft gasps of wonder break from the pirates as you pull their ship against the nearest dock, holding it still as a few dismount to tie it down. The sound of scrambling claws click down the dock, skittering to a stop at you. Mink fur disappears in a puff of fog, revealing Flora. Unlike you, her clothes don't change when she shifts, her smaller alternate form allowing her to compact them with magic.

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU- OH FUCK NO! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!" She cuts herself off as she lays eyes on the large ship bobbing beside you.

"How polite and becoming. 'Got a few slurs up your sleeve, too?" You respond, resting your chin on the dock.

"Motherfucker, they're pirates!" Her arm flings out, gesturing to the battered ship, trying to make a point you reached long before docking.

"You don't say?"

"Wisp, what are we supposed to do with them!? Verdanda called this morning, he'll be here by the end of the week!" She whisper-yells the second half of the sentence.

"They'll be gone before then… Can you help patch them up for now? Please, Flors."

"…Fine," she glares at the people on the ship, who return her stare with just as much animosity. "But, I will not be cleaning up after them, and I'll be staying at the abbey until they leave."

"Deal… Now, um, do you mind grabbing me some new clothes from the villa? And some carts to carry everyone in, too?" If looks could kill, you'd be incinerated. She doesn't give you a 'yes' or 'no', just switches into her small, furry form and scampers down the dock. Great. Hopefully, she'll come back. Now, as for your seafaring friends…

Digging your claws into the cedar dock, you raise yourself onto it, shaking off the excess water clinging to you. The pirates object with grunts and groans as you re-coat them in sea.

"Pirates," you address them, sitting almost regally on the dock. "Though I offer you an outstretched hand, there are rules for staying on my island." Their attention zeroes in on you, making your skin crawl. "First and foremost, no harm will come to my people. Ever. Same goes to their belongings." The group nods in agreement, some looking a bit reluctant. "I swear on my life they will do no harm to you."

" Second, if you must hunt or fish, you only kill what is needed and use the whole animal. We do not waste life here, nor hunt for sport." More nods of agreement, and less reluctance.

"Third, you will not rape. Though, this should fall under the first rule, I've been around my fair share of unsavory men - not to say that you lot are… but… Regardless, women and men stand on equal footing on this soil, and will be treated as such." The male pirates freeze up under your intense stare, but the women among them grin giddily.

"Finally, when I tell you to leave the island, you leave. Do not return. Do not look for it again. Don't hold it in your memory. I say this for your protection."

Flora comes running back, sliding to a stop next to your feet, a bag hanging from her mouth. You give her a nod of acknowledgement, shifting your focus toward the pirates again. "Violate any of these rules, and I'll make you wish the Humboldts had finished you. That is all. You are free to explore as you please, if you feel healthy enough to do so. Some of my people and carts will arrive soon to transport whoever remains to the villa to be treated. I'll meet you there." With a polite bow, you turn to Flora, who's already in her human form.

"I brought a towel to cover you if you wanna change under the docks." She says, nodding toward the beach. Lowering your head, you allow her to climb on your neck, before jumping down onto the sand. She's quick with the towel, holding it up as your scales shimmer to skin. "You forgot to grab me a bra," you joke, slipping the clothes she provided over your head. "You'll live," she snorts.

Wagon wheels squealing over gravel and sand alert the two of you to the villagers arrival. Flora whispers a spell into the sand, launching both of you up to the topside of the dock with ease. The villagers stand perplexed at the end of the dock, looking at the punk-dressed pirates as if they're creatures from another world.

"Citizens of Wisteria," you address your people, "these are the… uh…" Turning to the pirates, you roam your eyes over them and their ship, looking for the name of their crew. Killer catches on to your roving, clearing his throat, "Kidd Pirates."

"- These are the Kidd Pirates. They ended up in a bit of a bind with the Humboldts, so they'll be staying with me until they're sorted." Adjusting your attention to the villagers, you add, "Questions? Comments? Concerns?" To which you receive shrugs and head shakes of 'no'. "Fantastic," you clap your hands together, "If y'all would be so kind to escort them to my villa, I'd greatly appreciate it. I have a few things I need to take care of, then I'll meet you there."

Killer's suspicion increases tenfold. Are you making a call to report them? Have you been lying this whole time? His stomach twists, trying to decide if he should follow you or stick with his captain. A nun rushes down the docks after you, catching you by your shoulder. He tries his best to decipher what is said between the two of you, but fails. That decides his next course of action, sticking to you for the safety of the crew.

"Hey, wait," Stelle, the closest person you have to a friend, grabs your shoulder before you can step off the docks. "Are you sure this is a good idea? Flora said Verdanda will be back soon. If he sees them…" Her grip on your shoulder tightens, gray eyes searching yours. "I have it handled, Stelle…. Thank you." You pat her hand, gently prying it off of your shoulder before continuing down the path.

Another set of footsteps join yours, too heavy to be Stelle. "It's smart to be distrusting, but stupid to blindly follow someone in an unfamiliar place." You comment, picking up the scent of the blonde man - Killer.

"I can handle you," he insists, stepping beside you.

"If you say so," you shrug.

The path beneath you shifts from sand to wood as you walk over the deck that protects the dunes. Wisteria clings to its railings, lighting your path to the shipyard. Killer slows to walk behind you as the shipyard looms closer, his posture becoming more and more stiff.

"Herman," you shout over the sounds of saws and hammers. "Got a question for ya'!"

Killer runs into your back as you come to a halt, looking around the room for the lead builder. "I'm comin'!" The old shipwright replies, though it doesn't sound as as kind as he means it. His eyes widen in surprise as they land on Killer, a frown pulls at his sun-wrinkled lips. "What da' hell ya got a masked man followin' ya for?" His accent comes in thick, one only found on your island.

"So… some pirates crashed offshore…." You nervously toe at the ground. Herman looks you up and down for a moment before letting out a boisterous laugh. "You done drug a buncha pirates up here? An', lemme guess, ya wantin' me ta work on dere ship?" Sheepishly, you nod. Another loud laugh comes from his mouth, his arm slinging over your shoulder, knuckles digging into your scalp. "Okay, beby, I got ya!" He chuckles as you squirm. "Show me da' beaut," he releases you, grinning with his few remaining teeth.

"Follow me."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Herman tilts his head, looking over the ship with palpable interest. "How old?" He questions Killer, fingers scratching against his stubbly chin.

"Two years. We've only just started our journey on the open sea with her," Killer thinks for a moment, then adds," Our captain will have the final decision in wether or not you touch her."

"You-" You're cut off by the shipwright.

"-Ah! Das alright! I get it," Herman grins, "He built 'er, yeah?"

"Yes," Killer confirms.

"Lemme know when he can come 'n talk. 'Til then," he looks to you,"Empress, put 'er in ma shop." Much to your relief, Killer approves with a nod. Their ship will be hidden in Herman's shop, so, if Verdanda visits early he'll be none the wiser. One less thing to stress over.

"Alright. Now that that's settled, why don't we go catch up with your captain and crew?" You don't wait for a response, pivoting on your heel and taking long strides down the path to your villa. "Thank you, Herman!" You call over your shoulder just as Killer catches up to you.

All you can hear is Killer's muffled breathing as he walks beside you, awkwardness filling the air. The longer you walk, the more unbearable it becomes. "So… Still think I'm out for your bounty?" You break the silence, looking at the masked man from the corner of your eye.

"I wouldn't be able to tell you. Not yet." Despite not being able to see his eyes, you can feel his gaze sizing you up yet again.

"However strong you think you and your crew are, you're no match for a mage, nevertheless an island full of them." The calm, almost shy, way you utter the threat catches him off guard. He doesn't rise to the taunt in it, as much as he wants to.

"As long as you stay true to your word, we'll stay true to ours."

"Good…. What were you all thinking going into the Calm Belt like that?"

"Reverse Mountain put us too far out of the way."

"You do realize that if you ended up on Amazon Lily rather than here they would have killed you, right?"

"I think we have enough women on our crew to get us a pass."

"They're pirates as well. They don't care how many women you have."

"You talk like you've met the warriors of Amazon Lily before."

"Once. When I was still a child." A faraway look glazes over your eyes before you can shake it away. Thankfully, Killer doesn't comment on it. His pace slows as your villa comes into view, looking like four stone cottages smashed together to mimic a small castle. Its thatch roof creates a sweet undertone to the herbal smell radiating from its open windows. A fence made of jagged and uneven branches wrapped in vines encircles the property, a few freshly un-tacked horses graze within it, chickens pecking at the flies around their hooves. The horses remain unbothered by the little birds' pestering, not even stomping in their direction. Your eyes follow Killer's, an explanation pouring forth before you can think to stop it.

"My form of transportation. From the looks of it, your crew has already been delivered here," you gesture to the faint outlines of reigns on a mare as she approaches you. Killer reaches his hand out to pet her, but you stop him. "She's my security. She bites." He removes his wrist from your touch, a glare seeping from the holes in his mask. "I could have let her take your fingers instead," you shrug. He says nothing, walking past you as you hold open the front door for him.

Inside the villa, he hears some of the crew languidly chatting away, their shoes piled against the two benches on either side of the foyer. Just as he's about to walk in further, he sees you sit and slide yours off as well. "Don't track dirt into my house," you say quietly, placing your shoes with those of his crew. Deciding it's in his best interest to avoid any conflict, Killer sits opposite of you, mimicking your actions.

For the first time since you rescued him and his crew, you get a good look at Killer. Mats cling to his blonde hair, soaked in blood and seawater. A stain seeps through his blue shirt, the edges of it dried brown but the center still a wet maroon. "Once you get settled, I'll heal that up for you." You comment absentmindedly, idling near the hallway as he places his shoes with the others. "What's that supposed to mean?" He grunts, following you down the hall. "I'm a mage," you say over your shoulder, "I may not be the most efficient healer, but I can still do it." He grunts something between a scoff and laugh, you choose to ignore it.

The dining room and kitchen come into view as you walk through the east wing library, the scent of herbs and perpetual stew filling your nose the closer you get. A few crew members stand at to greet Killer, making you realize he must have an important role amongst them.

"Empress, we've set the most injured ones up closest to your room," says one of the nuns as she passes you, retiring upon your arrival.

"And my sister?" You ask over your shoulder.

"Treating them as we speak," she replies, slipping out of sight.

"What about Kidd?" Killer probes, returning after greeting the crew. "He's at the other end of the hall. Pretty banged up." One of his crewmates responds before you can question who he's talking about. Though, the name sounds familiar, you think you heard him yell it out on the Calm Belt.

"Heat and Wire?"

"Exploring."

"Those the two tall ones?" You cut in.

"Yes," Killer and the unnamed crewmate reply in sync.

Before you can say a word about bringing the two back, a loud, angry, and heavily accented yell echoes through the open windows from the other side of the villa.

"GET THA' FUCK OFF ME! WHO IN THA' HELL ARE YOU?!"

You move quicker than the blonde, jumping through the open window and racing across the courtyard garden, sure of your steps. It doesn't matter who the fuck owns that voice, your sister is there, and nobody speaks to her like that but you.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

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It's Mer-May, and I missed my fishwife.

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𐌕𐋅𐌀𐌋𐌀𐌔𐌔𐌉𐌀 Ꝋ𐌅 𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌔𐌄𐌀

Prologue: The Kidd Pirates think they're done for as they're overwhelmed by Sea Kings in the middle of the calm belt. That is until a dragon emerges from the sea, saving the lives of them and their captain. However, the dragon is not a dragon; the peninsula is not an island; and Devil Fruit users are not the only ones with strange abilities. So begins the tale of Thalassia of the Sea…

Ship: Eustass Kidd/Female Reader/Killer

Warnings: Smut, Fluff , Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Threesome - F/M/M, Violence, Gore, Blood, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, < Past Rape/Non-con, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Temporary Amnesia, Mind Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation > none of these are done to reader by Kidd or his crew, Morally Ambiguous Reader-Insert, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Happy Ending, Revenge, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, No Reader description beyond having horns and a tail, POV Second Person, Magic, Female Reader-Insert

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I. Ex Undis - From the Waves

Dawn creeps through your open window, wind billowing the curtains like sails. Your glare is settled on your alarm clock, a dingy and battered old thing, waiting for the little hammers to hit the beaten brass. Resetting it would be more of a pain than waiting, so you wait.

Do you really need it at this point? You're usually up a good hour or three before it goes off.

As if reading your mind, it begins to rapidly ping.

Quick as a flash, you slap it off, lest you wake your sleeping beast of a younger sister stationed at the opposite end of the hallway. Your bones crackle as you stand and stretch, lazily tossing whatever clothes touch your fingers first onto the bed. They'll be dirty by the end of the day, regardless.

Once dressed, you take your cap from a hook by the door, slipping it on. Confirming you're prepared for the day with a quick pat-down, you step out of the villa, quieter than a ghost.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The net is heavy in your hands, putting an ache in your arms as seawater splatters over your shoes. Yet, a grin parts your lips. The fish inside of the woven material are large, fat, and healthy, some overly-plump with eggs. If they continue to grow and thrive like this, your people won't have to rely on the government's assistance any longer, and you can free yourself of the stupid political marriage thrust upon you. Even better, your sister, Flora, will inherit a healthy island with reopened trading ports and routes. You can't help but laugh at the prospect; freedom is just shy of your fingertips.

'BOOM'

'VRRRRR'

'BOOM'

Sounds of a fight echo across the water, forcing you to cover your sensitive ears. It'll pass, you know it will. Amaranth's volcanoes screw with the magnetism log poses use, making it difficult to find without a vivre card, and that's only if entering the Calm Belt doesn't deter travelers first. So, whoever is fighting out there will either die or go on, leaving your island at peace.

You sort the fish, tossing the gravid ones back into the sea.

'VRRRRR'

'VRRRRR'

'VRRRR- BOOM'

Would it kill them to die quicker? Or leave, at least?

One scream starts over the water, pinching a pain behind your left eye. More follow, the sounds of chaos unbearable. Grunting, you throw caution into the wind and plunge your open palm beneath the ocean's morning-chilled water.

"Invenio."

Blood, fire, and pain fill your senses, along with the sensation of sinking. Surely, they're too close to death to be worth helping. Another shrill cry ricochets over the waves, a woman. "Captain! Someone - help him - Captain!" She sounds so young, maybe Flora's age? Marines don't typically take in child recruits…. Dread sinks into the pit of your stomach. The Grand Line is cruel to women, the younger you are, the worse it can be. You glance at the cooler full of fish, out to the water, and back again.

"My people need food. It's not my problem." You utter as you fold the net back up and place it on the cooler. "It's probably just some kid who got in over their head," the rocky surface of the jetty cools your feet as you place your shoes on top of the net. "But I'll be damned if I let a slaver's ship leave these waters alive." You secure a satchel around the tip of your tail, stripping off your clothes and shoving them into the bag.

"Fuck it," you sigh, diving beneath the cold ocean. Sea foam engulfs your body, drifting away as scales and tentacle-like feathers replace your skin. The screaming people are easier to track this way, their blood churning a cocktail in the water. It makes your stomach growl.

'No,' you shake the feeling away, reigning yourself in. Never again will you let that part of yourself take control.

The closer you draw to the wreckage and blood, the more chaotic your surroundings become. Body parts litter the water's surface, tinting it pinkish-purple as hemoglobin mixes with salt and sea.

Another beast, smaller than you, but strong nonetheless, terrorizes a ship just out of your reach. A Humboldt type Sea King. There's more on the other side of the ship, their tentacles waving as they strike. The ship's frenzied occupants fail to notice your approach, screaming for their captain whilst trying to fight the monsters. Their ship itself intrigues you, the large skull embedded into it not too unlike yours. Your eyes flit upward, landing on the pirate insignia painted on a slackened sail.

'Shit.'

Part of you thinks the better idea is to turn around and leave them be. Verdanda will return any day now, and might literally kill you if he found out you brought pirates home.

Just as you get ready to leave, you hear the young woman wail out again. "Killer! Killer! Holy shit!" Followed by loud splashing and more screaming. Then, you see her, a little thing with green hair and pointed teeth. Tears well in her big brown eyes, threatening to spill down her rosy cheeks. "We're gonna die! We just started and we're already gonna die," she sobs, voice cracking.

'Damn it all.'

You turn around and beeline for the ship, snapping at the Humboldts as they try turning their fury onto you. No wonder the pirates are so overwhelmed. Those little shitheads are a bitch and a half to pass, especially during spawning season.

The squid-like Sea Kings rip people from the ship like favors from a party table, weakening the overall strength in number of the crew. Starting from the ones clinging to the hull, you pry them off, sinking your teeth between their eyes, turning them pale gray with death. The pirates take notice of you now, looking all the more terrified at your presence. Their fear wouldn't be too much of a problem, if you didn't need to surface on their ship. The Humboldts will continue to snack on the pirates unless you put yourself between them.

You pull yourself up over and over the ship, squishing a Humboldt beneath your claws as you go. A blonde man falls from beneath it. Before he can hit the deck, you catch him in your opposite webbed foot, gently placing him down. Something jabs your back knee, burning like a paper cut.

"Are you fucking stupid!?" You snarl at a giant of a man dressed head to toe in fishnets and chains, in his hands is a trident dripping with your pearlescent blood. He looks at you in shock, checking the others for reassurance. With a nod, they all agree that they, too, heard you speak. "I'm trying to help you idiots! Now, get beneath me and stay down!"

The pirates obey without much of a fuss, huddling beneath your body and dragging the blonde man with them. You drape your six wings down like a shield, wincing as the Humboldts begin to tear off your feather-like tentacles in their desperate attempt at getting to the pirates.

Once you're sure the people beneath you won't get hit, you plunge your face into the water, inhaling a huge mouthful. Raising your head back up, you clench your throat, then spit the water out in a blast of steam. The Humboldts panic as they're steamed alive by the stream shooting from your mouth. The few remaining ones scatter, retreating past the horizon.

Everything stills, the only sounds being sniffles, moans of pain, and sloshing waves. You wait a moment longer, before raising your wings and slipping back into the ocean. Thick, white blood oozes from your torn up wings and punctured knee, but you pay it no mind. It's too toxic for Sea Kings to eat, but safe enough for human contact.

"Can you find our captain!?" Shrieks the green haired girl you saw before, her body bent over the ships railing. "You helped us, so I know you're good! Please! I'm begging you!" She's scared, her small fists trembling where they grip the railing.

"What does he look like?" You ask, drawing close enough to look her in the eyes. Her face lights up, tears dripping down her cheeks. "R-red coat! Red hair! You cant miss him!"

"I'll do my best," you promise with a dip of your head. Without waiting for a response, you dive under.

The water thins bluer the deeper you go, fading from the purple blood-mixed surface. Frequencies bounce off the whiskers next to your nose, guiding you better than your eyes can. None of them come back human, except one.

You locate the man with ease, gently clasping him in your jaws. His chest his still, body limp. Not a good sign. Ascending slowly and carefully, you finally break the water's surface again. The pirate crew shares a collective gasp, rushing to you as you place their captain on the deck.

"He's not breathing!"

"He's cold!"

"I can't feel a pulse!"

Knowing what you need to do, you dip below the water once more, visage turning to sea foam. It's a fight to put on your wet clothes beneath the waves, but you do it anyway; not wanting to risk indecency in front of a child. Again, you emerge, climbing the side of the ship until your feet hit the deck. The tall man from before raises his weapon at you, causing you to hiss, "Put that damn thing down." The rest of the pirates snap their heads toward you, confusion written on their features. That is, until they see your horns and tail. Most of them put two and two together rather quickly.

"Move," you command, shoving through the crowd until your kneeling next to their captain. "Who here has the biggest lungs?"

"Get away from our captain or we'll-" one of them starts, only to be silenced by you. "-Do you want him to die? Is that it? Because the longer you wait, the closer he gets to the afterlife."

"I think I probably have the largest lung capacity here…" States the tall man from before, his voice flat and disinterested. "Good. Get over here. Quickly." He obeys, taking a few long strides then kneeling at your side. Pinching their captain's nose, you tilt his head back and opens his mouth, instructing the tall man to take your place.

"When I tell you to breathe, put your mouth on his and blow until his chest rises completely." Balling one hand into a fist, you place your other over it, then press them both over the captain's left pectoral, right against his sternum. The crew watches anxiously as you repeatedly push down hard, reciting the rhythm the nuns taught you in your head. His sternum cracks, but you feel a slight twitch in his muscle.

"Breathe!" You snap at the tall man. He fills the captains lungs until they can rise no more, then pulls away. A few more pushes later, and the redhead beneath you jolts up. His fingers dig into your shoulders, and he throws up all over your front. You cringe away, feeling too warm seawater and stomach acid coat your chest.

"Kidd!" The blonde man you saved from the Humboldt stumbles through the crowd. His captain turns his eyes away from you, "Kil.." The man faints before he can say anything more.

"Who are you, and where the hell did you come from?" The blonde turns his attention to you, sneering. You have half the mind to pick a fight with him, but decide against it.

"Wisp, Empress of Wisteria Peninsula… where I came from." You hold out your hand, but he ignores it.

'Fine. Be that way.'

"Wisteria Peninsula? Never heard of it." He barks, suspicious.

"No shit. You're inexperienced pirates who just rushed for the fucking calm belt. I doubt you've heard of much of anything at all." Finally rising to his attitude, you add; "By the way, you have maybe three hours before your captain catches pneumonia. Better hope someone nicer comes along to clear out his lungs." Brushing off the more… chunky parts of the redhead's vomit, you move to take your leave.

"Wait!" The green haired girl wraps herself around your leg, anchoring you in place. "We need food. Fresh water… a-a doctor… please, take us with you." She begs, burying her face in your hip.

"Dive!" The blonde snaps, approaching her. He stops in his tracks as you place one hand over the girls shoulder, the other held up in defense. "It's true, Killer. We'd be idiots to push away an outstretched hand." An orange haired woman agrees, leaning over the blonde - Killer's shoulder. An open wound oozes on her leg, dripping onto the deck.

"Quinc'…. What if she's just trying to collect on our bounty?" He reasons, glancing around at his desperate crew.

"I would have taken your devil-fruit eating captain's head, and left the rest to the Humboldts." You shrug. Dive tenses against you. Patting her back, you whisper, "A poorly timed joke…" Addressing the rest of the crew, you speak again. "Besides, I have no need for the minuscule berry the bounty of some upstarts would get me." Killer takes a white and blue striped helmet from one of his crewmates, shoving it over is mop of blonde hair and face. "Are you going to continue to insult us, or take us back to this island of yours?" He queries, voice muffled by the new addition to his head. With that attitude, you ought to make him beg for it; knock his pride down a few pegs before it kills him. Instead, you part from Dive and walk to the edge of the ship. "Find anything you can fasten to the ship, I'll tow it to shore." Killer suddenly rushes toward you, grabbing your arm before you can plunge down. "We have a motor, much safer than swimming with those… things."

"Your 'motor' is what caused them to attack you in the first place," you shake him off, "Ropes, chains - Hell, even the sails will work - I just need something to pull you with."

The other's on the ship get to work immediately, much to the confusion of their helmeted crewmate. "She's just gonna swim us to shore?" You hear him press someone. Their response comes just before you hit the blue surface below, "Just watch, Kil."

Two strokes land you beneath the ships hull, allowing you to strip with some privacy before slipping back into your other skin. The sun makes your scales sparkle like jewels as you lean over the side of the ship, your neck long enough for you to look over without tipping it. Killer freezes, dropping the spool of rope in his hands. Just like the rest of his crew, he quickly figures out it's you, the tail and horns you bear are the same, but much larger. After deciding he's gawked long enough, he returns to Kidd's side.

"Partner, you're not going to believe this…"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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