Gotta love a beautiful and healthy toxic relationships :)
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King owed Kaido everything.
His name, his freedom… his life.
He would do anything to pay him back.
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“Catch the Lunarian! Don’t let him escape!!”
Pointless; the moment Alber was free of his shackles, there was no way these guards, who knew nothing but how to cause pain, could catch him. His capture in the first place was his own greatest mistake, one that he’d been paying for daily since.
Fire not of his own making had licked at him, burning, scalding, melting—without ever marring his skin. Needles stabbing, knives cutting, maces smashing, feathers plucked. Torture disguised as medical tests, each day a payment for Alber—too young, too naive—daring to step into the humans’ world.
But Kaido opened the door to his cage and let him out, killing everyone who stood in their way. Leading Alber to freedom and a new life.
As Alber—King, his name was King, Alber was dead—gazed up at his broad back, his heart raced in his chest. It wasn’t from the exertion or the adrenalin of their escape; it was something different, something that burned brighter than the flames that had engulfed him mere hours earlier, sharper than the blades carving into his flesh just yesterday.
Was it love or teenage adoration? Or was it simply gratefulness, twisted into something darker and more powerful than anything King had known until then?
It didn’t matter.
The reason didn’t matter; whatever the case, King would follow this man anywhere. He would fight for him until he drew his last breath, would support him until he came to rule the seas.
Whatever the cost.
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A shiver ran up King’s spine as Kaido’s rough hands stroked his sides, dancing over his naked skin. King arched his back, his wings spreading to their full size until they covered Kaido’s entire bed, as well as most of his room.
Finally, Kaido’s hands settled on King’s hips, gripping them so hard King thought the bones might break. Which would be fine with him, more than fine. Anything to satisfy his captain. Anything to keep Kaido from leaving.
He moaned when Kaido pulled him towards himself, burying himself even deeper inside.
Every time they did this, every time they had sex like this… Kaido was all King could feel. All that mattered. Their bodies fitting together, melting into one. Sweat mixing with blood that trickled down his back from where Kaido would bite into his neck or rip out fistfulls of feathers. Reminding him who he belonged to while filling the emptiness inside him again and again and again. Leaving him open and raw and content like no one else ever could.
Like no one else would ever be allowed to.
“Ka—Kaido… san…” King gasped, grasping at the sheets to keep a hold of himself.
Kaido didn’t say anything. He never did.
Never made so much as a sound.
Simply using King until he was spent and then some more, before leaving without a word.
King didn’t mind.
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The moment King walked into the room, he could feel Queen’s gaze on him; it was obvious the man was itching to ask something but decided to be as annoying about it as he could first. Which was about as much as King could expect from the irritating menace he was forced to call his crewmate.
Taking a deep breath, King rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He really didn’t have the patience for this today.
“What?” he snapped.
“The girl Kaido’s been sleeping with disappeared,” Queen said nonchalantly as if he was discussing the weather.
King paused for a moment. “Not the first time that’s happened.”
Queen hummed in agreement. “True. Which in itself is strange. Whoever might be so pissed about it that they make every woman Kaido spends more than five minutes with disappear?” He gave King a pointed look, eyebrow raised, and a knowing smirk on his lips.
“Are you saying it’s jealousy?” King asked flatly.
“Not really,” Queen replied with a careless shrug. “Just saying it’s funny.”
“I wouldn’t call this funny.” King made a face. It was hidden by his mask, but judging by the amused look Queen gave him, it was obvious anyway.
“Of course you wouldn’t.” His obnoxious laughter rang around the room, grating on King’s nerves. “Know anything about it?”
“Of course not,” King replied quickly, maybe a little too quickly.
“Uh-huh,” Queen hummed. “Just like you didn’t know anything when we found Yamato sobbing over her mom’s dead body last year?”
“What are you implying?” King asked, keeping his voice carefully measured.
“Nothing,” Queen sang, taking a long drag of his cigar.
They didn’t say anything after that.
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King sighed as he watched Yamato gulp down an entire onigiri in one go. He had to wonder how long it had been since the teenager had eaten—days, most definitely. It was ridiculous; if only he would stop yelling about Oden, then he wouldn’t have to sneak around like this, surviving on scraps. But then again, he was Kaido’s son. Stubborn and headstrong and refusing to bend to anyone’s opinions, no matter the cost—in Kaido’s case, it was cost that had to be paid by others. While Yamato… Yamato had to pay the price himself.
“I don’t know what the deal is between you and dad but it’s completely fucked up. Just so you know,” Yamato noted as he bit hungrily into the raw salmon King had brought him.
Raising an eyebrow, King gave the young boy a once-over. Of all people, he’d have thought Yamato would be the last one to find an issue with that. “Are two men in a close relationship that strange to you?”
“What?” Yamato tilted his head to the side, his face scrunched up into a confused frown. “No! That’s not what I mean! I’m just saying you’re completely fucked in the head. Like seriously insane.”
King snorted. He couldn’t help it; Yamato was so blunt and rude while sounding so sincere about it. It was… adorable.
“Thanks for the concern,” King said with a chuckle as he handed Yamato a napkin. “Wipe your face, you have fish everywhere. And drink some water.”
Yamato didn’t respond; he simply stared at the napkin blankly, before he raised his eyes to look at King and suddenly, King felt like he was the salmon and Yamato was about to sink his teeth into him.
“You know, no matter how hard you try, you won’t become my mom.”
King flinched at Yamato’s words. They stung, right in his heart, his soul. It should have been obvious, it was obvious, but hearing it was crushing regardless.
But Yamato wasn’t done. He kept talking, his next words feeling even more like a knife in his gut; like the torture he had lived through so many years ago. “Neither will dad make you his ‘till death do us part’. He’s incapable of that. He’ll sooner kill you himself. You’ll make a squish, like a bug.”
King was silent for a long while, studying the honest, almost concerned look in Yamato’s large eyes. Eyes that looked nothing like his father’s—warmer, kinder, softer. And yet, King still preferred Kaido’s.
Finally, King opened his mouth to speak, his words quiet and simple. “I know.”
Yamato heaved a sigh, then turned back to his half eaten fish. “As I said, fucked in the head.”
King huffed in amusement at Yamato’s frustration. But what could he say? What could he do?
After all, ‘till death do us part’ didn’t necessarily need two people. It was a promise that only one party needed to make to create a bond so powerful nothing could break it—and King had made that vow long ago.
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Kaido would never lose. He was the man who would stand at the top of the world, ruling over all. He was the strongest creature in all five seas; there was no one else, no one better fitted to be the one.
To be the Pirate King.
To be Joy Boy.
He was everything… and he was worth everything to King.
Fire roared in King’s ears, almost like the dragon he had created with it in Kaido’s image came alive—angry, thirsty, hungry. Ready to swallow the entirety of Onigashima’s Rightbrain Tower whole, along with the swordsman who had dared challenge King.
How long had it been since King was pushed to this point, forced to draw out his full power? Stripped off his mask, both literally and figuratively, all pretences thrown away; commanding fire like he was born to, his lunarian blood singing with satisfaction. For but a moment… he was Alber again.
But Kaido didn’t need Alber. He needed King, and King needed Kaido.
Neither of them needed Alber.
And so, Alber died once again, as fast as he came alive.
And Roronoa Zoro would soon follow him.
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King owed Kaido everything.
His name, his freedom… his life.
He would do anything to pay him back—even if it meant meeting the king of hell himself.
King will do just about anything Kaidou tells him to, or at least he’ll try - Kaidou enjoys giving him borderline impossible tasks and watching him struggle to complete them so he won’t end up disobeying orders
if he does fail, harsh punishment awaits, often dished out with a whip
Kaidou is super possessive, he loves marking King up with bites, loves being the only one allowed to see King’s face and speak his real name, loves putting a collar on him
King is what one would call a monsterfucker, he loves when Kaidou shifts into his hybrid form, loves feeling the scales and having the claws dig into his skin
King absolutely has a praise kink, he can come just from being told ‘good job’ by Kaidou
both of them like it rough and enjoy displays of power and a little hurt - sure Kaidou is in charge, but if he’s taking King from behind and getting burned by the flames on his back, great
the one part of King that Kaidou will always treat gently are his wings. King preens so beautifully when Kaidou runs his hands over the soft feathers, it’s a wonderful sight he doesn’t want to ruin
Kaidou usually uses ‘King’ - it’s the name he’s given him, showing both his respect and his ownership, plus it can easily be used to mock when King is kneeling in front of Kaidou, bloody and messy and begging for Kaidou to hurt him some more
but in intimate, emotional moments, often in the afterglow, Kaidou will use ‘Alber’, and the rarity of it gives it even more weight and meaning
I was really surprised when I saw how many people were shipping kaido x king
Because they are a lot of tropes that we see a lot and usually will have some special fans, but this is serious.I know this is arguably not Canon and all but I just love the fun and unique possibilities,like come on is there really only 1 person who thought of making king yamato's father on ao3
You know if there aren't many on ao3 it means your ship will have bad luck elsewhere, So here I am to make kaido/king for tumblr
