Then he adds, "Also, Hermione and I are going, and if I'm suffering through it, so are you."
"I've been to 5 charity galas this month alone! When does it end?"
Harry spears a potato with unnecessary force. "If these rich prats wanted to help, they'd volunteer at an orphanage, instead of prancing around a silly ballroom."
"Funny you say that, that's exactly what this one's fundraising for," Ron says, skimming the invitation. "Me personally, I'm just hoping Malfoy has some decent food-"
"Hang on-" Harry stops mid-chew. "Malfoy's hosting the charity ball?"
Hermione rolls her eyes. "If you'd read your invitation-"
Harry reaches over and nicks Ron's invitation from his hand.
There it is, in shimmering black ink.
Lady Narcissa Malfoy and Lord Draco Malfoy cordially invite you to Malfoy Manor on the 25th of May for the War Orphanage Charity Fundraiser…
The name Draco Malfoy burns across Harry's retinas. His fingers grip the invitation so hard he can feel the gold cardstock digging into the flesh of his palm.
"Oy, Mate, you're crinkling it-"
"Fine," he grits out, thrusting it back to him. "I'll go."
Already, he's calculating. New dress robes from Madam Malkin's. A new pair of formal shoes for ballroom dancing. Preferably ones charmed not to miss steps.
"Hermione," he says abruptly, "What was that hair stuff you used for the Yule Ball?"
"Sleekeazy's," Hermione gives him a knowing smile. "Don't worry, I have a bottle for you. I'll grab it after we finish dinner.
Ron makes a choking noise into his drink.
Harry ignores him. He has less than a week to prepare, and he refuses to let Malfoy get the better of him.
Across the table, Ron and Hermione exchange identical smirks.
Sitting in the market, Iceland shivers despite not being cold. The noise is overstimulating, with men speaking a language he doesn’t understand, and women sobbing as they’re sold off. He knows that that will be him, in a few hours or days, unless his brothers miraculously escape their forced involvement in the German War and find him instantaneously.
It’s not something he’s optimistic about, but he can dream.
so anyway turkish abductions bad ending, yes?
rated E, warnings for noncon and underage so be safe <3
Marco x NB!Reader / SFW / 2.1k
Summary: Marco is finally going to confess to you! If only it would stop going wrong...
Notes: Written for @op-xreader-zine! All the art is done by the amazing @issatheartist thank you for working with me on this! ;w;
This was it! Marco was finally going to do it. He was going to walk up to you and confess.
He'd been crushing on you for a while now and it was time. He'd dealt with the teasing from his brothers and the nurses for far too long. Originally Marco had held himself back because he hadn't wanted to ruin what the two of you already had.
Friends, nakama, family.
Still, everyone had insisted that he go for it and had completely ignored his reasonings for maybe why he shouldn't—"Marco, you can't seriously use your rank as an excuse; the only person higher than you is Pops"—so that's how he found his hands sweating, wrapped around a bouquet of flowers.
Maybe it was a bit simple but at this point, Marco figured it was better than nothing. His head felt like a jumbled mess and he hadn't really planned out how he was going to do this but he'd wing it as he went along, all Marco had to do was find you and—
So distracted by his thoughts, he bounced off someone's body made a little oof of pain.
"Marco!" Izou's voice broke through his thoughts. "Watch where you're going. What are you doing?"
"I, uh," he couldn't bring himself to say it. Izou was the ship's gossip and if Marco said he was looking for you in order to confess then you'd hear about it before Marco even got to you. Sweat beaded at his brow as Izou's sharp gaze took him in. Uncharacteristically, Marco knew he looked nervous.
Which might as well have been blood in the water for a shark, when one was dealing with Izou.
Then all at once, Izou's posture softened and he smiled. "Are those for me?? For my birthday!? Oh, you shouldn't have, these are my favorite too!" Still gushing, Izou grabbed the bouquet and Marco was too stunned to stop him.
"A-ah, yes. I was worried you wouldn't like them, yoi," he said, going for a smile. It was a bit strained but Izou didn't seem to notice. Marco cursed himself internally. He'd been so focused on the almost-not-quite-confession, Izou's birthday had completely slipped his mind.
"No, they're perfect ," Izou enthused happily and Marco sighed fondly, letting the anxiety of confronting you fade. He could always do it later.
The next 'attempt' wasn't really an attempt.
Marco had been walking down a street when his inner phoenix noticed a section of smooth rocks. Without too much thought, he reached out and snatched one up. He frequently did this; the drawers in his office were filled with random bits and bobs, shiny pieces of metal, rocks, and other random things that appealed to his phoenix half for whatever reason. Marco never mentioned it to anyone but a few of his brothers who had been around him for years had picked up on it, though they were kind enough not to point it out.
So, without much thought, when he saw you chatting with some other shipmates, Marco ambled over and handed you the rock. "Here, for you."
You raised a brow and looked into your palm before running your thumb over the stone's surface, feeling out the texture.
Inside, his phoenix cooed and Marco was grateful he wasn't in his half-form. He could tell that his tails would be going wild right about now, watching your reaction.
"...Thanks," you said at last, sounding confused before you pocketed the rock and turned back to listen to the story that Ace had been in the process of telling. It didn't deter Marco at all, you had accepted it!
Feeling thrilled somewhere deep in his bones, he barely felt the jab to his ribs.
"Hey," Thatch whispered, "you know they aren't a bird, right?"
Confused, Marco cocked his head. Thatch gestured at you with his chin. "They probably don't know why you just handed them a rock. Shouldn't you be doing more, uh, human courting stuff?"
There was a few seconds of incomprehension before the meaning hit him and Marco felt like dissolving into dust and disappearing forever. He leaned over to bury his head into Thatch's shoulder to cover up the sound of his groan of pain as his brother laughed and patted his back.
"Don't worry, you'll get them next time, birdie."
Next time ended up being a love letter.
Old fashioned? Maybe. But Marco was getting desperate. At least this would be crystal clear.
He'd gone through numerous editions. The trash can in his room was overflowing with failed attempts, bunched up balls of paper scattered around his desk as he tried again and again until he finally felt he had it all down.
Exactly what about you that made him smile, how the simple sight of you lifted his spirits and the sound of your laugh made his chest tight. He'd bared it all.
Walking across the busy deck, the night breeze ruffling his hair, Marco was barely able to return the greetings he got as he passed by scattered groups. He'd locked eyes with you right away and once you noticed him coming, you'd said your goodbyes and were coming to meet him halfway.
The closer and closer the two of you got, the more and more nervous Marco became. The butterflies in his stomach were making him feel like he might throw up. What if you didn't return his feelings? What if you thought the letter was lame?
What if you went to read it right away? Oh fuck , he hadn't thought this through. He didn't want to watch your face as you read the confession, heartfelt though it may be. If you had to turn him down after he poured his heart onto the parchment, Marco really didn't know how he was going to take that.
Saying it to your face, letting you turn him down gently without realizing the true depths of his feeling was way more appealing.
His step faltered before a rush of heat flashed beside him. On instinct he tossed the letter into the roar of fire. Ace was likely showing off and didn't even notice the slight disturbance.
"What was that?" you asked, finally having made your way to him.
"Nothing," Marco said quickly. "Someone did their report so badly, so I had a bunch of corrections but thinking it over I realized I'll just have them redo it. Makes it easier, yoi."
You laughed. "Harsh. I'd hate to be them, putting in all that work for nothing."
Marco shrugged, trying for nonchalance. "Yeah but I'm sure they'll get over it."
"Wow, Marco, you're not very good at this are you?" Ace asked with a snicker. Marco glared, fork paused midway to his mouth. Thatch elbowed him good-naturedly from his side. They were sitting in the galley, the shipmates talking around them creating a symphony of noise that easily hid the conversation from others.
"Good at what, yoi?" Marco asked, placing the fork down. Thatch threw an arm around his shoulders and shook him lightly as Ace's eyes sharpened with glee.
"Now Ace," Thatch said, mockingly sweet, "don't go teasing our resident birdbrain here. He's trying so hard, the poor thing."
"Get off," Marco said, irritated as he pushed at Thatch until he let him go, laughing.
"Think they've even noticed?" Ace asked thoughtfully before shoving something into his mouth and chewing loudly.
Marco opened his mouth to answer but Thatch beat him to it. "Hopefully not, though Marco looking so pathetic has been quite amusing." Thatch batted away his hand before Marco could punch him in the ribs, the bastard.
Grunting with annoyance, Marco looked away just in time to catch you several tables away leaning your head back with a laugh and he stared, heart suddenly in his throat. He couldn't help it, you were just so—
"Plus the whole ships been taking bets at this point," Thatch tacked on and Marco tore his gaze away from you.
"What?!" Marco demanded as Ace hooted joyfully. Thatch shrugged, grinning all the while.
"Maybe you shouldn't look like a lovesick bird all the time and we wouldn't have to take bets on when you finally get your act together. Do not" —Thatch pointed a steak knife menacingly in Ace's direction after a garbled noise had started— "talk with your mouth full. Swallow."
Dutifully, Ace swallowed his barely chewed food and took a second to catch his breath before barrelling on, "Whatcha got planned next, Marco? Anything good?"
"Excuse me? All my ideas have been fine so far!" Two blank looks had his hackles raising but before he could argue more, your voice rang out.
"Hey, Marco!" Immediately he whipped his head up and caught your eye. You waved before you arrived behind Ace, patting him on the shoulder. "I was wondering if we could spar later?"
Quickly, he nodded back. "Yeah, that sounds great!" Embarrassingly, he heard his voice hit a slightly higher pitch, almost as if his voice had cracked. Ace and Thatch did a terrible job at stifling their giggles as Marco felt his face flush traitorously.
"Great!" you enthused, apparently having not noticed. "See you after lunch?"
Not trusting his voice, he nodded and you skipped away happily. Once you were far enough away, Ace and Thatch collapsed into loud laughter, Ace banging on the table as Thatch wheezed out between his laughs, "What are you Marco, twelve ?? What was that?!"
"I hate both of you," Marco grit out between clenched teeth before shoving his half finished tray of food at Ace. "Finish this, I'm leaving, yoi."
"Good luck on your dateeee," Ace managed to yell out before he got too far away. Marco flipped him off over his shoulder.
"So, Marco." You looked uncharacteristically anxious as you fidgeted and looked at everything except him. Marco felt his stomach drop to the deck. What was wrong? You hadn't... noticed had you? Fuck, this was not how he wanted you to find out.
He'd come to find you for your spar after Ace and Thatch had literally laughed him out of the galley. You'd seemed eager enough to see him before dragging him to a quiet part of the deck, mentioning you had something to say first.
Seemingly steeling your nerves, you looked into his eyes and they burned with determination.
"I've liked you for a really long time now. You're literally one of my best friends and more than that you make me feel like I can fly, like nothing could ever hurt me. I didn't really want to mention this and have it ruin our friendship but I can't keep it to myself anymore. Please go on a date with me!"
Time seemed like it stood still as he gaped at you. He could see your cheeks flush, likely with embarrassment at your proclamation but he was still reeling.
Finally, you swallowed. "And if you don't feel the same—"
"No!" he cut in, finally finding his voice. Marco grabbed up your hands, cradling them close. "No, don't. Just, I—" He chuckled with wry amusement before pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles. "I'm just a little shocked. I've been trying to ask you out for ages now."
"Wait, really?" you asked, mouth dropping open. He nodded with a smile. There was a strange buzzing in his body, from his toes up to the tips of his ears. Everything felt a little fuzzy, a little warm. He wanted to run around the deck like a teenager again, grab you close and never let go, scream over the railing until he ran out of breath. So many different emotions were raging through him, he was beginning to feel dizzy from the weight of all of them.
Deciding to just pick one, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close into his chest, breathing in your scent as he began to chuckle lowly. You joined in and soon the two of you were full-out laughing. When you separated, he brushed a hand against your cheek reverently, giddy that he was able to do so.
"To be honest," Marco began, "I don't think I can spar right now, I feel like my knees are made of jell-o."
You laughed again. "That's okay, I'm feeling the same. Wanna go tell Pops instead?"
Marco ran a hand through his hair, before smiling at you. "Sure. We're about to get the teasing of a lifetime."
You held out a hand and he took it, fingers twining together with yours like they were meant to be.
"We may as well get started," you said back, fondness shining in your eyes and maybe, just maybe, a hint of something more.
Can I request a n/sfw with Whitebeard where he uses his devil fruit for ummm vibrations and such? Please and thank you!!
Written by: Bee 🐝 @secretsnailor
Anon. Are we friends? Did one of my friends write this as a gift for ME? If so, thank you my friend. :D And if NOT, anon. We should be friends because your ideas? 🤝 Go hand-in-hand with mine! I had already started writing something for this and this gave me the boost I needed to finish, so THANK YOU.
You didn't say which gender, so I hope F!Reader is alright! If not, you can always come back and ask for GN/M because 🙈 I love me a good Whitebeard prompt.
Whitebeard x F!Reader / NSFW / 2.5k
Summary: Learning Whitebeard could vibrate his own dick, you were determined to try it at least once. How could you not?
Warnings: Size difference, cock warmer, kinda exhibitionism, and comes on reader.
You moaned shakily as you felt the walls of your vagina clamp down on the cock currently stuffing you full. It was hard to breathe, the stretch of it on the cusp of too much. Even worse—or better, it really depended on your point of view—the low vibration that caused his dick to constantly jitter inside of you was driving you crazy. Still, the vibration was so weak it barely did anything except work you up with no hint of release.
A dark chuckle made his dick twitch within you and you keened. How long had you been in this position? It felt like ages. You almost regretted asking to do this. Almost. But really, how could you resist? You’re not sure how it came up, but once you found out that Edward could vibrate his own dick you were a goner. You absolutely had to try. Why the Gura Gura no Mi was even capable of doing that was of little concern to you. However, as always, he was worried about hurting you. Although you were taller than average, averages meant nothing to this beast of a man. Edward only agreed to try after you were thoroughly adjusted.
Which brought you to your current position. You were basically a cock warmer for him at this point, something he was greatly enjoying no doubt.
“Doing okay, my dear?” Whitebeard rumbled affectionately from above you.
“Fineeee,” you drawled, sucking down the spit gathering in your mouth. “I’m—ah—ready?” you offered timidly. As expected, all you got back was a distracted hum.
The arm that was pressed against your stomach shifted slightly as he used his hand to flip the page. Edward had positioned himself with his legs stretched out, sitting up in bed, an arm keeping you against his chest. Sitting on his lap like this, you had nowhere to go. He was reading a book while you got ‘comfortable’, he claimed.
An excited knock at the door made your eyes widen as you started squirming. Edward’s arm didn’t move; instead, it pinned you harder against his chest as an excited voice called out, “Pops!” The pressure of his arm against your stomach made all the air whoosh out of you as you struggled to breathe.
It was Ace. Luckily, enough bitching had taught him to at least knock now, whereas before he would just barge right in. Still, Whitebeard put down his book and grabbed up the discarded blanket and pulled it over your legs—covering his as well—letting up the pressure and allowing you to take in more air.
“Eddie,” you hissed with concern. “Let me up!”
“Come in!” Edward called, ignoring you completely. Your nails dug into his skin as you watched with terror as the door swung open.
“Hey Pops! Hey y/n!” Ace greeted. You mumbled back before folding your arms over Edward’s forearm and burrowing your head into them. As if trying to hide away would stop this from happening. Or distract you from the still buzzing cock inside you.
“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Ace ask quizzically, likely gesturing at you. Normally you weren’t this anti-social.
Edward’s answering laugh jostled you from your perch, his cock adjusting minutely inside. You bit down on your tongue hard enough that the taste of copper filled your mouth and you swallowed blood along with your saliva.
“She’s not feeling well but won’t sleep until I do,” Eddie answered, the sound strangely distant as ringing filled your ears. Swallowing desperately, you worked to keep your breathing level as the bouncing dick kept going. “Women,” he said, tone fondly exasperated. Silently you seethed under the sexist implication but said nothing, fearing that if you tried to argue Edward would simply increase the vibrations and make you moan right into Ace’s face.
The sheer embarrassment at the thought alone made you clench your vagina and Edward chuckled. The arm around you moved, as he adjusted slightly, probably looking casual as Ace chattered on unawares. But for you, the arm lifted you just a tad, letting you feel the long slide of his cock as it convulsed its way out of you.
You grit your teeth against the slow drag as his cock slid out a few meager inches before slowly settling you back down. The ride made you bite into his forearm, trying desperately not to moan but, despite trying, a low groan managed to escape. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes in shame. Still, it didn’t stop your hips from wiggling, chasing the feeling. But it was no use, his length was once again fully sheathed inside of you.
“You okay? Pops, should I get Marco?” Ace asked, all sweet concern and you could have just died. After this you were going to kill Whitebeard, you swore it. For a breath, the low pulsing increased, and you choked before it went back to its regular simmering pressure. You’d kill him after he made you cum, you decided, need curling in the pit of your stomach.
“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Edward said, smile apparent in his voice. You shook on his arm. Another short knock made you glance up as he called out another, “Come in.”
Marco strolled in casually, hands in his pockets. “Hey Pops…” he trailed off, his blue eyes widening as he met your desperate stare. Silently you begged and Marco frowned with understanding.
Quickly he walked over to Ace and slapped him upside the head. “OW! What the fuck, Marco—” The rest of the sentence was cut off as Marco grabbed one of Ace’s ears and started pulling him towards the door.
Once Marco slammed Pops’ door closed, Ace shook his ear free with an annoyed grunt. “What was that for?!”
“Are you seriously that dense yoi??” Marco asked, just as irritated. He placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder trying to hurry him down the hall, but Ace stood firm.
“What are you talkin’ about?! I was just talking to Pops! Stop pushing me!”
“Fine yoi. I’m leaving, you can stay to listen.”
“Listen to what—”
A loud scream made Ace jump before he turned to the door with an ‘o’ of surprise. Marco’s stride lengthened as he tried to escape down the hall.
The scream is shortly followed by a moan that echoed and Ace’s brain connected some dots.
“Eddie—” your voice panted, and Ace finally got his feet to move as he scrambled after Marco.
"Yo, Marco, wait up!"
Once the door had closed, you hissed out an angry, “Edward what the fuck is wrong with you—” Before the vibration finally, finally increased to something other than a low rumble. Instead, it’s q u a k i n g within you and the words die in your throat as you croak.
Then his arm falls away, to be replaced with a hand wrapped around your waist. Quicker than you can comprehend he lifts you up, almost fully displacing his cock before roughly slamming you back down.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream; as the orgasm that had been hovering at the edges of your gut is forcibly released. You go limp, his hand still supporting your waist, as you try to breathe through the shock.
Whitebeard moved, taking you with him. You moan loudly as his still buzzing dick slipped out a little before it was pushed back in. “Eddie—”
“Shush, just relax, little one.” His bulk settles over you as he gets on all fours, bracing one forearm against the mattress, his other hand still wrapped around your stomach, holding you aloft. It’s hard to focus, the recent orgasm still sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.
So, when you feel him slowly pump you up and down on his cock your eyes widen as your hands grab onto the fingers of the hand suspending you in the air.
“Wait, Eddie, the vibrations, I’m still sensiti—ahhhhh!” The words morphed into a drawn-out groan as his pumps got a little faster.
Edward grunted but didn’t seem like he heard you—or just didn’t care—as his hand worked up a rhythm. Overstimulation made you whimper as pain and pleasure fizzled over your body. Still, whether it was because you’d been on the edge for so long or something else, your body quickly got interested in the proceedings again.
Unpleasant aches quickly turned into electricity prickling over your skin. Edward’s massive hand cradled you firmly, using you just like a fleshy onahole and you moaned at the thought.
“Eddie, please I—oh oh oh!” You tried to talk but quickly descended into breathy little moans. He didn’t let up his constant pace. Every time he was fully seated all the air left your lungs, he was so large.
When he withdrew enough you could suck in some air, you rushed out in one long breath, “Wanna see you—”
Abruptly the air was knocked back out of you as he thrust back in. His cock was still buzzing, the twitches against your walls along with his girth made the feel of it delicious.
The next slide of his cock out of you is slowed down, a deep grind that leaves you putty in his hand before he withdrew completely.
He laid you gently down on the mattress and you quickly flipped over onto your back.
“Not gonna last long,” he grunted out in warning before a large hand wiggled between your back and the bed, lifting you up easily.
“That’s fine,” you replied, squirming eagerly in his hand as he lowered you back down towards his cock. You couldn’t really see anything like this as you spread your legs, his frame much too tall, but you liked being able to feel his body against yours, the hard panes of his abs catching against your breasts and dragging against your nipples. His cock head once again breached you and you threw your head back with a moan.
Your fingers dug into his skin as he once again started thrusting, no more teasing. He was chasing his own pleasure now you figured. The vibrations had finally ceased, which you figured meant that he was beginning to lose focus. The thought of bringing such a large man to his knees in such a way shot a thrill of a different kind through you and your toes curled as you let out another loud groan, knowing the noise always spurred him on.
“Close, little one?” Edward asked and you shook your head, unable to speak as his speed increased. You were close but familiar enough that just his thrusts like this wouldn’t get you off as it was. “Fuck,” he muttered, tone annoyed before his cock started vibrating again, rough and jolting, the fastest he’d ever done it.
Your eyes widened. “Edd-iiieeeeeeee,” you cried out with shock.
“That’s it, come for me. You can do it,” he praised, keeping up with his thrusts. One particular angle hit something inside you that had you seeing stars as you arched your back, crying out as another orgasm slammed through you, a sudden crest of a wave washing over you and you shook with the intensity of it.
“Finally,” Whitebeard said before pulling you completely off him. Settling you back down on the mattress, you blinked at him through dazed eyes as he settled back on his knees, dick in one hand hovering over you. He stroked himself, his blue eyes hungrily taking you in.
His hand gave his large cock one last twist before he groaned, and a ribbon of hot spunk hit your stomach. Your mouth opened wide, stunned before several more thick ropes smacked onto your skin. Quickly you shut your eyes and mouth as you felt another spurt of heat land across your neck and a little over your mouth.
Salt filled your mouth as you flinched when your face was covered. When you heard Edward let out a long sigh of relief and nothing else hit you, you slowly sat up wiping at your still closed eyes.
A piece of cloth was pressed into your hands and you angrily cleaned away the residue from your face.
Blinking them open, your eyelashes stuck together a few times before becoming unclumped. Glaring up at him, Edward looked back calmly, unabashed.
“Why did you do that!? I’m covered!” It was true, you could feel his cum drip down your body and pool into your lap from where you sat. He laughed.
“Just wanted to see you like this. You look great, my love.” You licked your lips and, at the salty tang, pulled a face of disgust.
“Fuck you, I’m taking a shower.” You began to move before Edward hummed and, quicker than you were expecting, knocked you once more onto your back.
Trapping your arms with one hand he loomed above you, smiling. “Now, now little one. Who said we were done? Stay still.”
His mouth settled over your stomach before sucking lightly and you squirmed. His hand tightened around your arms in warning, and you settled back. A warm tongue flattened against your stomach before licking a path up your chest, taking with it any globs of cum that remained.
“Eddie!” you cried out, embarrassed, but he didn’t stop. His tongue ran over every part of you, licking across your neck and collarbones, dipping into your armpits before trailing down. You could feel every ridge and bump as he lapped large strokes over your trembling thighs.
You couldn’t help it, you spread your legs and felt him chuckle. His eyes pierced into you as he glanced up, laugh lines crinkled as he smiled. “Need something?” he asked smugly, breath fanning out over your still dripping core and you shivered.
“Please,” you whispered as you stared back. His smile widened.
“Please what?”
You groaned with frustration. “I want your tongue!” you said snappishly as your hips twitched upwards.
“Oh?” Edward moved forward, past your waist and you let out a whine. His tongue dragged over your face, licking away the remaining traces of his semen before dipping into your mouth.
You let it fall open, utterly trapped as he held you down and took, his tongue delved into every corner. You tried to respond, licking and sucking back before he withdrew from the kiss. The blue of his eyes was hardly visible, instead, they were mostly inky black pupils blown wide.
“Eddie, please!” you shouted this time and he smirked, pleased at your neediness.
“There you go. Good girl, you can get a reward.” Easily he moved back between your legs before his tongue finally pressed itself against your used entrance and you keened.
The warmth of it lapped at you before the tip flicked inside and you ground back on the pressure. His lips closed around your entrance and sucked. You arched your back trying to wiggle your arms free so you could grab on to something—anything. But he was a wall, keeping you in place so you could only accept whatever he wanted to do with you.
Drawing back, he hummed again. His eyes took in your heaving, twitching body. You felt as though you might catch fire, your blood boiling in your veins under his heady stare, your body on a knife’s edge of too much yet not enough pleasure. Whitebeard licked his lips.
Written for @onepiece-bingo for my free space! My friend got “fireflies” and I got JEALOUS cuz I wanted to do it. <3 So that’s what a free space is for I guess haha.
Whitebeard x F!S/I / SFW / 800 words
Summary: Bee has never seen fireflies before, Whitebeard decides to show her.
Warnings: Bugs? Fireflies mentioned.
He threw the bottle of saké back, chugging several gulps before releasing it with a pop and wiping his face. Blue eyes watched the tall grass before him swaying in the summer breeze. It was late, the only light coming from a half-moon and the little strobing lights that flickered in and out throughout the blades.
Distantly, Whitebeard could hear a pleased giggle and he stretched out his observation haki just to feel her.
Bee wound her way further and further from him on a meandering path. He couldn't even see her head through the grass, it was taller than her by a lot. Still, as Whitebeard cushioned his cheek in a palm, he wondered if she would say anything.
Idly feeling her out, he felt the moment she stopped. It was so quiet, aside from the crickets that sang their song, Edward clearly heard her noise of distress as she began to circle.
Still, he knew better by now. He waited a bit longer, taking another drink. She hopped a few times, likely trying to see—in vain—over the grass.
Taking a few steps in different directions, he heard her call out a searching, "Eddie?"
"Over here, little Bee," he called back. Immediately he felt her reorient herself, before rushing towards the sound of his voice.
She broke through the grass the entirely wrong way, several feet away and facing the other direction. Confused, she turned until she spotted his large frame and brightened.
Edward chuckled under his breath as she hurried over. Bee always got hopelessly lost, it was almost magical how she managed it. Absolutely no directional awareness, she could get mixed up on her left and right. The only thing she could maybe follow was landmarks. But the way they traveled, they were never in one place long enough for her to learn any.
As it was, she did fine on the ship. And, privately, it amused him. Sometimes he liked to ask her which direction they were facing, out there in the open sea just to see how badly her guess was off.
Once, she'd peered up at him as he'd roared with laughter at another wrong answer. "Why's it matter?" Bee had asked. "The only thing I need to get to is you."
Well, maybe don't say it to his face but he'd always been a bit of a sap.
"Eddie!" she said eagerly in the here and now, "look at how many I have!!"
Fireflies winked out from her body, crawling up her arms. Her hair was the most impressive, frizzy and twinkling with buried insects.
He smiled at her warmly. Bee had never seen fireflies before, though she knew what they were (read about them, she'd commented when he'd asked). So he'd taken it upon himself to show her.
Really, he just wanted to see her face exactly like this, excitement and wonder shining in her eyes as she peered at the flashing bugs without all the distraction of his sons. Although most of the time he didn't mind, even preferred having them all together, sometimes it was nice to see her like this.
Just for him alone.
"You look good, like a princess of bugs," Edward said fondly and she wrinkled her nose at him.
"Bugs are cool though!"
"Until they bite you."
Bee froze, arms still outstretched before she looked down with worry. "They don't bite do they??"
"Gura ra ra ra!! Little late to ask that now, ain't it?"
She sniffed and threw up her nose. "They don't bite!! You would have told me beforehand if they did!"
"Would I?" he asked with a grin. Bee didn't back down.
"Of course you would!"
He hummed and didn't disagree. She was right, after all. Reaching out, he prepared his little sleight of hand trick. Edward had one of his sons teach him, it was easy enough and he wanted to see the joy light across her face.
"Got something to complete your outfit, princess of bugs."
"Oh?" Bee asked, intrigued as he showed her his empty palm. Quickly he twisted his wrist and a flower appeared behind his fingers. She gasped and fondness fizzled over him. She was so easy to please.
He wouldn't have it any other way.
Tucking the slightly-wilting flower behind an ear he said, "Saw this earlier and it made me think of you."
"You're so sweet," Bee gushed with happiness.
Edward shrugged. "A bit wilted." He'd picked it a while ago, on the walk over here. Still, he knew she didn't care and true to form, she didn't look bothered at all.
"S'kay, it's the thought that counts right?" He hummed before he leaned closer.
Sensing what he wanted immediately, Bee tilted her face up and meet him, lips brushing together softly.
"Thank you," she muttered out against his lips. "Sorry I've been boring tonight."
He chuckled pulling back to run a finger against her cheek. "We came here for you, it's fine. I'm just drinking and listening to you have a blast."
Bee laughed, and the wind carried it away, like wind chimes on the breeze.
Twst Crackhead AU: Hijinks as MC turns into a Crow/Raven! [ Open ]
Rosefeather AU: Riddle + Crow!MC [ Open ]
Griffin AU: Leona + Crow!MC [ Open ]
Mob Wife AU: Azul + Crow!MC [ Open ]
Golden Feathered Serpent AU: Kalim and Jamil + Crow!MC [ Open ]
Poisoned Feather AU: Vil + Crow!MC [ Open ]
Bird Skull AU: Idia + Crow!MC [ Open ]
Crow AU: Malleus + Crow!MC [ Open ]
Moth AU: MC is basically Mothra! [ Open ]
Overblot Darling AU: MC Overblots due to yandere dorm leaders [ Open ]
Twst Symbiote AU: MC has a symbiote! [ Open ]
Rewind AU: Sebek raises the children of his reincarnated friends [ Open ]
Twst Brown Eyes: Started from a theory that brown eyes may be rare in twst, so these are posts about it! [ Open ]
Royal Peasant AU: A royal ( OC ) falls for a peasant!MC [ Open ]
Obey Deku AU: Deku goes to the Devildom [ Open ]
Lost Paradise AU: Obey Me but Pirates! [ Open ]
True Fairytale AU: Twst but based off the original tales! [ Open ]
Afterdark AU: Twst boys are the darkest versions of themselves. Contains dark, abusive, yandere, and manipulative content. [ Open ] Check [ this post ] out if you're curious on what the AU entails.
Twisted MC AU: MC is twisted from real life villains. [ Open ]
Connection AU: MC is sent to twst as a child, and they have everyone become yandere for them, familialy of course. [ Open ]
God AU: MC is a devout shaman/priestess to their God, and they decide their dedicated little follower needs a vacation, so they're sent to twst as their God watches from afar and messes around. [ Open ]
Swap AU: The BOAF kids enter Genshin Impact [ Open ]
Shape AU: The Traveler is able to shapeshift, taking the forms of other characters [ Open ]
*If I am missing any please feel free to mention it in the ask box!
