#saint killingham

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

tell me stories for my father never did

Happy Birthday Usopp + other doodles

[vulgar-blue]

Imagining having a serious conversation with Imu in his blob mode and dying because it would basically be like this:

You: Lord Imu, I am on my period

Imu: 👁️👄👁️

You: Lord Imu, I humbly beseech thee for a feline companion of mine own

Imu: 👁️👄👁️

You: Lord Imu, I have once again apprehended Saint Killingham in the act of plundering mine drawer of undergarments. Pray, wouldst thou render a cease unto his sordid conduct?

Imu: 👁️👄👁️💢

You: Lord Imu, I fear I may be with child

Imu: 👁️👄👁️

[inkiedraws]

*rubbing my eyes in disbelief*

"...What the fuck"

[peerrotpossum]

what's gorosei!y/n's relationship with the gods knights/holy knights? anyone they particularly like or don't like? do they harass sommers with pictures of his baby photos lovingly stolen from Peter? /j

I think answered something similar to this before.

Gorosei!y/n's relationship with the Holy Knights are simply professional, remaining neutral for the most part. Although y/n do strike a sense of unease into the Holy Knights.

Being in y/n's presence alone feels like being in a cramped space, they're unsettling, they're creepy, something about this particular Gorosei just suggests danger more than the others. It's best to keep a distance.

Maybe give y/n an attitude or try to know them better if you're feeling brave or stupid (young Garling or Sommers probably), not like they can do anything to you (yet). The Holy Knights still serves a purpose after all.

Y/n would not hesitate to turn the Holy Knights into test animals in the name of "medical and science" if they're allowed to.

Yeahhhhhh..

Gorosei!y/n tolerates Shamrock the most, keyword "tolerates". They would not gaf if he die.

Their least favorite is Sommers, he annoys them overall. Would definitely use his baby pics to torment him.

[bunnyburr0w]

[themetalhiro]

Killingham isnt gonna conjur nightmares of his father is he

[cerberus-bites]

Holy Knights Taking Care of their Sick s/o ✨

[ Reader x Holy Knights ]

tags: gender neutral reader, domestic fluff, sfw, mentions of slavery, tiny bit of yandere sprinkled in, reader has a cold - they’re all trying their best.

[Figarland Shamrock] ☘️

• Shamrock has never cared for someone who was sick before, so when he wakes up next to you to find you sniffling and coughing quietly, he immediately begins to worry. You’re just a human after all, small and fragile, he's heard stories of common folk dying from a cold, what if the same fate could befall you?

"Can you breathe, dear?" He asks, his long red hair falling to the sides of his handsome face as he reaches out to cup your chin so he can place his palm on your forehead. "You’re hot, I will call for a doctor, don’t move."

"Shamrock- it's-," you stammer out between coughs but the knight doesn’t hear you, he climbs out of bed and hurries to grab his telesnail.

"It's just a cold," you manage to whisper while your husband angrily tells the doctor to hurry or he’ll be punished by death.

• "It seems to be a case of the common cold, Lord Shamrock," the nervous man explains as your husband stands behind him, towering above him with an expression reserved only for his worst enemies.

"And what do I do to make it stop?" Shamrock questions him impatiently.

"Well, all you can do is wait, unfortunately, Sir," he replies and quickly steps away from you.

"My beloved is hurting and all I am to do is sit here and wait?" You can tell that he's slowly losing his temper, from where you’re peeking out from under the blanket you can see him snarling at the doctor. "Get out of my sight!"

Shamrock watches the doctor practically run for his life. Once the door falls shut he sits at the bedside and gently pats your head, brushing your hair out of your face so he can see you better.

"I have to leave on a mission, but I'll hurry and return to you. The servants will fulfill your every wish, darling, and the nurses will help you feel better … or else," he tells you softly, but he can not hide his anger from you.

Shamrock is a knight after all, born and raised to slay his enemies, but who can he punish for your illness? It infuriates him to have no opponent he can duel to save you. So he leans down for a kiss instead, upon your forehead, where he lingers just a moment longer and sighs.

"I wish you’d never feel pain again," he murmurs.

You chuckle. "I will be alright, I'm sure. You’re so sweet to me."

With that, Shamrock tears himself away from your side, looking over his shoulder more than once before he leaves.

You can faintly hear his voice echoing through the Figarland mansion as he instructs the maids and nurses to focus all their attention on you alone, all else can be ignored, your comfort has the highest priority.

The servants will pamper you with food, tea, warm blankets, wet towels, music and all the medicine they have at their disposal. Your husband calls you every hour to hear your voice, even if it's just a small chuckle, it helps him not to run from his duty to care for you.

• When Shamrock returns, he spends the rest of the evening working on his reports in bed next to you, allowing you to cuddle his chest. He occasionally offers you a cup of tea to sip on and checks your temperature.

"Perhaps it was a mistake to let you leave to the holy city, all these disgusting germs flying around … all that filth from the slaves, it must have infected you," he hisses, unable to focus on his work. "Forgive me, dearest. I will be more careful now, you won’t step outside the house without me by your side."

"What do you plan to do? Fight the germs before they get to me?" You joke, but Shamrock stares at you in earnest confusion. "Oh, you’re being serious."

"I am, I only want what's best for you, it's my duty as your husband," he reminds you and kisses you, his devotion is not up for discussion.

( Young ) Figarland Garling 🌙

• You were just getting ready to attend a ball in Marie Geoise with your husband when you started to feel a bit off. It began with a light headache while the maids were dressing you in the lavish gowns Garling had ordered to be tailored for you. Then your throat burned and you could no longer breathe properly, which wasn’t thanks to your corset this time.

However, you were determined to go dance with Garling after all, you hadn’t seen him in two weeks since he had left on an important mission. You missed being held in his strong arms, hearing his cold voice warm up only for you as he told you about everything he had seen on far away islands. You took a handkerchief from a maid and blew your nose.

"Shouldn’t you stay home and rest, your highness?" A servant asked with a deep bow.

"No, no, it will be alright. I can not miss out on tonight's events," you replied but thanked the servant for her concern anyways.

• Hearing the sound of the front entrance opening, you rushed to the main hall and hurried down the stairs to greet your husband when he stepped through the door. On your way down you were suddenly overcome with such a heavy dizziness that you lost control of your legs, you stumbled and fell forward-

Garling caught you just in time, you fell into his arms and he held you gently, his brows were furrowed in deep concern und his grip on your shoulders began to tighten.

"What is the meaning of this, darling?" He asked sternly, fixating you with his gaze.

"I'm fine, I promise, I don’t know what overcame me," you tried to assure him, but he seemed more than skeptical. "Let's go to the ball, we could miss the first dance-"

"I love you," Garling cut you off sharply as if that simple confession was spoken like a threat, " … but do not lie to me. You are sick, the maids have already informed me before I arrived. You won’t be going anywhere tonight, and neither will I."

Garling lifted you over his shoulder, one hand resting on your butt, and carried you through the hallways to take you back to bed.

"But the daaaance-," you whined.

"Hush, you'd only embarrass us both."

• The blond knight helped to free you from your clothes, once you were naked he wrapped you up in your blanket and arranged each pillow with almost perfect precision before letting you lie down.

"Thank you," you mumbled out sleepily, Garling always found your voice the most endearing when you were drifting away from consciousness.

"Rest, if you need anything, tell me," he told you and you could only nod in response.

The sound of his pen scratching over the paper as he worked at his desk helped to distract you from your headache, soon you felt so relaxed that you finally passed out. Unbeknownst to you, Garling kept looking up from his papers so he could watch you sleep.

• During a doctor's visit on the next morning, your husband kept a close eye on the man as he checked your temperature and blood pressure. You could swear the doctor was only one tiny mistake away from being torn apart by Garling ( like father, like son ). He couldn’t stand any other man touching you, this was his one exception, all so you'd be healthy again soon.

"I'm sorry we missed the ball," you said after the doctor was gone.

"Nonsense, I will have another ball arranged, at our manor this time, it will be much more sophisticated and beautiful than that lousy party we missed. I will have a new outfit tailored for you too, the old one didn’t quite make your eyes shine like I wanted them to," Garling told you, massaging your scalp with his fingers, you could tell he was trying to cheer you up. "Nothing matters to me more than your health, please don’t concern yourself with anything but resting."

He knew you tended to apologize too much, that you easily felt like a burden when you couldn’t help around the house or tend to your husband. None of it was necessary in Garling’s eyes, he had told you time and time again that you didn’t need to do any chores, that's what slaves were for, and he was perfectly fine if being 'tended to' entailed no more than you sitting with him so he could listen to your heart beat. It was the only thing that grounded him after his duties were done.

When Garling looked down at you again, you had already fallen asleep in his arms. He decided not to move for the rest of the morning.

[Shepherd Sommers] 🥀

• Sommers is sitting at his favorite spot in the living room with a cup of coffee and today's newspaper in hand when he hears the door open and looks up to see you standing there.

Your face is pale, your entire body trembles and you can barely keep your eyes open as you try to make your way over to him with a blanket wrapped around your body.

"What's wrong, doll? You look like death itself," he chuckles, but his smile quickly fades when you only manage to let out a pained groan in return. "Come here, let your old man check up on you."

Sommers puts the newspaper down and pulls you up into his lap, you fall against his chest and let out a shaky breath. Your Celestial husband is only wearing a bathing robe, the texture of the fabric feels nice and soft against your skin, his calm breathing helps to put you at ease. It's what you've come to seek out, to distract yourself from the growing discomfort spreading throughout your body.

The fireplace is lit up, you feel both hot and cold at the same time, so you push away the blanket you brought, but Sommers is quick to put it back over your shoulders.

"Looks like you have a fever, little rose. You poor thing, but don’t worry, I have just the thing-," Sommers slowly got up and placed you on the armchair like a warm bundle of misery and coughs. "Wait here, don’t move."

"Wasn’t planning to," you mumble out croakily.

The pillow right behind you smells just like your husband, you bury your face in it, barely able to pick up on the scent through your clogged nose.

• The older knight returns with your favorite mug in hand.

"Here you go, it's the tea my mother always made for me when I was sick," he tells you and offers you the mug. "It's got a strong taste to it, but all good medicine does!" He laughs when he sees your face scrunch up in disgust.

The tea is an odd shade of green, a bit like a swamp, there's an herbal aroma in the air, only that it’s rather unpleasant and moist, as if someone had cooked it in the muddiest waters. You turned your head away and held the mug at a distance.

"I'm not drinking that! Are you trying to poison me?" You whine and let out another cough.

Sommers sighs and takes the mug from you, you let out a breath of relief before he presses the cup to your lips and holds the back of your head as if he was forcing a cat to take their medicine. You try to squirm away, but he's persistent.

"Stubborn brat," he mumbles and tips the cup, forcing you to either swallow the hot liquid pouring down your throat or to choke on it. A few drops spill from your lips, Sommers lowers the mug and wipes the excess from your bottom lip. "That's my good pet, feeling better yet?"

You cough and fight the urge to spit out everything, but luckily you can keep it in. The taste lingers in your mouth, yet you can not deny that you feel a pleasant warmth coming from within and the swelling in your nose subsides.

"And?" Sommers asks again, caressing your face before he pinches your cheek.

"I think it's helping," you whisper, " - but it still tasted gross! I'm not drinking that ever again."

Sommers grins and picks you back up as if you weigh nothing. He sits down with you and makes sure you’re rolled up in your blanket and in a comfortable position. He takes off his glasses and strokes through his beard, looking at you until you notice he’s staring at you and pout. He pokes your nose and you make the most adorable grumbling noise.

"Guess I can’t be on duty today," he sighs dramatically, "I'm sure Killingham can jump in for me. I have more important things to tend to than the world …"

"You’re just lazy," you tease him with a tired smirk.

"Watch your mouth, pet. I'm choosing my own priorities."

While listening to the flames cackling in the fireplace you find peace in Sommers' lap. He only moves to turn off his telesnail, then he decides now is as good as time as any to take a nap with you.

[Killingham] 🐉💭

• Killingham is perhaps the most concerned and panicked out of all the knights when he finds his beloved not waiting for him at the dinner table when he returns from his mission, immediately he calls for all the servants to search for you. He runs through the house, calls your name, accidentally knocks over a vase as he switches to his centaur form just to be quicker.

"Darling?" He calls out, his voice echoing through the hallway.

"I'm here," you manage to croak out from the sofa you were resting on.

"Darling!" Killingham exclaims when he peeks through the door and spots you curled up on the couch. "Are you alright? You weren’t at dinner, are you hurt? Did someone harm you? I will have them burned at the stake!"

"No, no, no, Killi-," you try to soothe his worries but your words are cut off by another coughing fit.

Killingham’s sharp eyes widen as if he's seen you on the verge of death, he approaches the couch, his hooves click over the marble floor, then he lies down on the carpet before the sofa and rests his head on your lap.

"What's wrong? Tell me," he asks, his voice wavering between concern and madness, it's always hard to tell with him. His lips are parted just enough for you to see his sharp fangs poking out.

"I must have caught a cold a few days ago, it won’t kill me I'm sure, but I still feel so exhausted …," you sigh and pat Killingham's messy black hair. His horse tail wags in response.

"Fear not, I will help you feel better in no time," he declares and grins.

• Killingham only briefly leaves your side before he returns in his human form, accompanied by a dozen maids who carry everything a mildly sick person could possibly ask for … and oh, so much more than that. A lot more than that. Perhaps you should tell your husband it’s not necessary, but the knight never entertains any discussions when it comes to spoiling you.

"Now shush, get out, my beloved needs some peace and quiet!" He snaps at the maids and they hurry out after placing everything on the coffee table next to you. The smell of tea and hot chocolate awakens your senses, you find yourself smiling and Killingham immediately sees that as a good sign.

"Hmm, what else would cheer you up-," he mumbles to himself and taps his chin.

"Maybe we could-," you begin but the snap of his fingers cuts you off again.

"Right! I will take you to the dungeons and let you watch while I torment those rebels we caught last week, that should raise your spirits! Come on," Killingham offers and takes your wrist, but you quickly pull it from his grip and shake your head.

"Can we just … stay here and cuddle, please?" You whisper.

Killingham blinks in confusion, but quickly mellows down and tosses his previous idea out of the window.

"If you’re sure that’s good enough for you, dear," he says as he settles down on the sofa and opens his arms so you can crawl onto his chest. "Hm, should I knock you out?"

You nod and nuzzle against the crook of his neck.

"Please do, let me dream of something nice, like being able to breathe-," you chuckle weakly.

"Your wish is my command," Killingham agrees and snaps his fingers against your forehead - and just like that, his abilities put you to rest. "There, there, I will watch over you."

[ Gunko ] 🏹

• Gunko always comes home past midnight or in the early morning hours before the sun rises, she will either join you in bed for a quick nap or stay up so you two can sit together for breakfast. Tonight she heads straight for the bedroom, only to be greeted by a snotty, coughing mess of a human pet sitting in bed instead of sleeping.

"It's way past your bed time," she sternly reminds you and takes off her black veil.

"I'm sorry, my head is killing me and I can’t find any position to sleep in that doesn’t hurt like hell," you confess and Gunko sighs.

The knight steps closer to stand near the bedside, she places her cold hand on your forehead and furrows her brows as she feels how hot you are.

"That's quite concerning, did you skip out on sleep while I was gone? Surely you must have wandered off late at night again, all it takes for you humans to get sick is one cold breeze, you must be more careful," Gunko scolds you, but in her serious tone you can detect some softness here and there. "Stay here, I will prepare something."

"I'm sure you’re tired, you really don’t have to," you try to argue, but that seldom works on your mistress.

Gunko storms out of the room before you can say anything else, mumbling something to herself about herbs, spices and candles - this would take a while.

• Half an hour later you are still sniffling and blowing your nose, but at least you aren’t alone anymore. Gunko seems to be either preparing to sacrifice you to the dark Lord or trying to knock you out with the strong smell of incense in the air, it's hard to tell. You can only hope it will help rather than worsen your condition.

"Is all of this really necessary?" You ask as you watch her light a few black candles on your nightstand, they all seem to be scented.

"Quiet, I must focus," she tells you before continuing as if you aren’t there at all.

You wait patiently until Gunko claps her hands together and sits down on the floor. Crawling to the edge of the bed you finally see what she's been working on: There is a large pentagram drawn in blank ink, in the middle stands a gas cooker with a kettle on top. Your mistress picks from the dozens of herbs she has brought in from her personal garden to add them to the boiling hot water, meanwhile she whispers an ancient chant containing words you have never heard before.

It's fascinating to watch her work, it's hard to believe that the same woman who's making a ritual out of brewing tea for you is the same one who fights her enemies without mercy and has come home drenched in blood more than once. She looks almost … soft now, like she can not hurt a fly. That is, until she opens her mouth again.

"You are thinking too loudly," she notes without judgment, "Don’t mistake my care for you as a sign of weakness, you are just a pet after all … but I have to look out for you, it's what I swore to do when I found you."

"I appreciate it," you tell her and the faintest blush appears on her cheeks, she quickly hides it by fanning the boiling kettle until the steam covers her face. You can’t help but chuckle at that, for a moment you even forget about your headache.

"Ah, it's all done." Gunko pours the fresh tea from the kettle into a cup, making sure not to leave any leaves inside. She moves her finger in a strange way and mumbles something into her mask, then finishes her work with a nod. A black cloud erupts from the tea, you flinch and begin to worry if it’s safe for consumption.

Gunko hands the hot cup to you, you tentatively take it from her hands.

" … and you are sure this won’t kill me?"

"If I had wished to kill you, you would have died a long time ago," Gunko answered flatly, you notice her red eye glowing but choose not to question her about it. "Now drink, we have no time to waste."

You take a sip and are immediately overwhelmed by the strong taste, it’s not bad at all, but you figure it will take some time to get used to it. It doesn’t take long before the heat and the effects of the herbs kick in and your nose is freed up.

"Hmm, your magic is working," you tell her happily before taking another big sip.

Nothing changes about Gunko's expression, but you’ve been at her side for long enough to know that her silence means approval, she watches you closely as you drink, almost as if she’s expecting something to go wrong.

• After a successful tea brewing ritual, you lie back down and Gunko climbs into bed with you. She usually stays on her side of the bed, but tonight she makes an exception.

She opens her arms and stares at you.

"Uh-," you stammer and point at yourself.

"Hurry before I change my mind," she grumbles.

You fall into her arms and Gunko embraces you, you cling to her like she might let go if you stop, it's rare that she's willing to cuddle you like this. A moment worth treasuring. You look up at her and she leans down for a kiss, though her mask covers her lips, you still feel her affection through the fabric.

"Foolish, pathetic humans," Gunko continues to mumble to herself as she rocks you to sleep. "So fragile and easily broken, you’d be lost without me."

All your half-asleep mind can do is nod along to everything she says.

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Thanks for reading! I'm currently sick so I wrote this to distract myself a bit from my rather melodramatic suffering. <3 It's back to requests now.

[strawberry-spritz]

Adored! ♡

♡Scenarios of you and the knights for Valentine's day!♡

[Manmayer Gunko, Figarland Shamrock, Shepherd Sommers, Rimoshifu Killingham, and Satchels Maffey!]

(A/N: I stayed up late again to finish this and now I have a headache.. owie, I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense, it also doesn't help that I've never been in a relationship, and my laptop is lagging from the amount of tabs I have open I'm gonna cry)

Warnings/tags: no warnings for all the knights except for Killingham's part which includes blood and gore, cannibalism as a metaphor/method of love and I THINK it falls under blood kink.

On Ao3 here!

(another A/N: I'm looking at writing for Shanks, Mihawk, law and maybe Imu! But I'm a bit busy the upcoming days, but I'll try my best!!<3)

Hope you enjoy my lovelies!!!

♡Manmayer Gunko♡

Gunko was, most definitely, tired.

A full day of serving Imu, even worse it was valentine’s day! You had the day off, so you were sure to be waiting for her to.. Hopefully enjoy the day (or what’s rest of it).

She began the walk to her home slowly, trying her best to stay awake, to her surprise, she met you on the way home, you looked sweaty, exhausted and most of all, annoyed. She felt a pang in her chest, assuming you were annoyed at her for not being there for the special day, but when you spotted her you beamed happily, running towards her.

“Darling! God! You look tired.” You said easily, she saw the tiredness in your own eyes from… Whatever you were doing. “Sorry, Sommers wanted me to fight him, as usual, was I late? Can we go home now?” You asked with as much enthusiasm as your body allowed you.

“Y-Yeah, we can go home, please. I’m… spent.” Gunko replied, the last few words coming out a little too slowly as she pressed her hand against her head.

“Do you have a headache…Is it..?”

“Those stupid pangs- memories- I don’t know–”

You pressed a kiss to her forehead, hoping to soothe her pain before taking her hand and walking with her back to your house.

“Alright, I have to take care of my beloved!” You said with a grin, of course you would never leave her when she was in pain.

“No- No it’s Valentine’s day, I wanted to–”

“Please, darling, it’s just a day, it’s okay, we can relax, I know you’re tired, you probably planned huge stuff I know I know, It’s okay.” You reassured her and carried her lovingly, ignoring her apologies.

You had set up a few balloons for your darling in your bedroom, and she was happy, Gunko was happy to see them, enough to giggle at them.

“You like them!?”

“A lot…” She admitted, not used to being the one that was spoiled. You placed her in bed and helped her out of her clothes and into pyjamas, before you brought a plate of fruits to the bed and began feeding her.

“You make me feel bad…” She pouted from under her mask.

“Please, darling, I promise I’ll let you spoil me another day, just accept these for the love of Go-” She jumped on you to hug you before you continued.

“Hey hey! I’m doing the bare minimum!”

“It feels like too much!”

“Gunko, Come on!”

You forced her back on the bed to relax.

“We'll do all the cute things when you're better, I promise!” She still pouted as if you murdered her entire family.

And she indeed. Had everything planned out, yes it was past Valentine’s day, but she still asked you out with a rich chocolate cake with the question on it, that you both shared later with happy grins and exchanged kisses.

She ordered the fanciest clothes to be tailored for you so that you both enjoyed a night out away from the choking shackles of Marijoa, and you were truly grateful for the loveliest night with her, she knew what you wanted to eat, where, how, and put in all her effort. The fact that it wasn’t the same day didn’t bother you in the slightest. The night was long, the food was incredible, you both looked mesmerizing that you were sure you had multiple eyes on you both, oh the attention!

She put in all of her effort, and you appreciated it deeply.

When you both came back to Marijoa, Gunko made sure to spoil you with kisses everywhere and praises that warmed your heart immensely.

“I’ll spoil you more to compensate–”

“Please don’t, you’re enough as is, my heart.” You reassured her before sealing the night with a kiss.

♡♡♡

Figarland Shamrock

You, his beloved darling, and the only other Holy Knight that he sees equal to him, laid in bed snoring adorably.

A day prior, he had guilt trip his father using his deceased mother in order to get a day off to spoil you, and truly, it worked wonders even against his cold hearted father, and Garling had no choice but to accept.

Normally, he’d be up in the office already, but with the day off he chose to sit tight and watch you intently. Part of him tried to tell him it was creepy, but the other major part did not care when you looked so cute.

He brushed your hair out of your face occasionally, keeping your sleeping face on full display to him, his arm never leaving your waist, holding you as close as possible to his torso, you tended to shuffle slightly in your sleep, most of the time towards him, holding onto his torso as you pushed yourself against him with all the strength you had while you were asleep.

He was your lover after all, and even in sleep you sought him out. In battles, you sought him out, in training, you sought him out, in meetings, in gatherings, in life. And he was always there to catch your eye, to reassure you he was there, he was watching you, protecting you, standing next to you, that he won’t leave like his father did when it came to the motherof his children.

In your sleep, you turned away from him, immediately making him pout like a child, he couldn’t see your face anymore. Any attempt to maneuver himself so he had access to your face would most likely result in waking you up as well, something he didn’t want to do since he knew how much you’ve been needing the sleep. So he simply snuggled into the crevice between your neck and shoulder and breathed in your scent. It was enough to make his eyes feel drowsy again, but he tried not to surrender to sleep, he wanted to watch you after all!!! He was even getting sad at his body betraying him when he could spend his time wisely by admiring his lover.

It took him a while to realize your breathing pattern changed, not in a bad way, but it was definitely different.

“How long have you been staring at me?” You asked with a hoarse voice since you just woke up, turning around to place your hands on his broad chest while tucking your head under his chin and purring in content. He immediately wrapped his arms much tighter around you, kissing your head multiple times as if he hadn't seen you in years, making you giddy.

“Stop it..!” You mumbled half heartedly, only making him increase the kisses on your head, then down to your face, then down to your neck and shoulders before you pushed him weakly away.

“Ok!!! I'm awake silly!!!” You laughed.

“Are you though?” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before deciding to stop his barrage of kisses with a smile.

You both laid in comfortable silence. You were ecstatic at the feeling of Shamrock next to you in the morning, when most of the time you woke up alone in a cold bed.

“You're so warm…” you mumbled happily, making Shamrock blink a few times.

“I guess..”

You didn't want to ask why he's with you and not at his office, afraid of ruining the moment and accidentally jinxing it.

“We should get up.” Shamrock said, angling his head towards you.

“Don't wanna…” you gripped his shirt loosely, not wishing to go to work that day.

“You didn't expect me to make you work on valentine's day, did you darling?”

You sprung your head up (almost hitting his chin) and looked at him with adorable puppy eyes before speaking, “Really?”

He almost looked offended and you crushed him under your weight in a hug before he could reply.

“I also made sure to ask Imu to give father a mission today, so he’s out for a week.”

“God I love you.”

“I know, sit up for me please, my love.”

You mindlessly obeyed and he made a gesture for you to give him your back… Skeptical you were but you also obliged, a delicate necklace was placed on your neck with utmost careful hands, with 5 rubies in perfect order across your upper chest and each of them with lovelier diamonds surrounding them, it wasn’t too heavy as you liked, even though Shamrock would rather see you bedazzled in jewelry, he also would never make you uncomfortable.

“Shamrock… I told you last week to stop buying me gifts.” You said with no bite in your tone, admiring the necklace on you.

“Hm… I don’t remember that.”

“Of course you don’t!” You laughed and turned around to kiss him your thanks, making your face redden.

“It has a matching ring… If you’d like to wear it…”

“Show me!”

He pulled out the box, ever the lovely shade of red it was and opened it. It indeed had a matching ruby ring inside, but it wasn’t flashy– Shamrock pulled it up and revealed that it hung on a longer string.

“If you… Wanted to wear it on missions and all, so it doesn’t break–”

You cried and almost pushed both of you off the bed, luckily he was strong enough to not make that happen.

“My love… You need to calm down–” He had an idea of why you were like this, being raised by parents whose only focus was making you a Holy Knight that was stronger than most, you didn’t exactly have the luxury of gifts and accessories since they’d all be lost on the battlefield.

He carried you and stood up, making you wrap your legs around him while burying your head in his neck.

“Can you stop… I just wanted to spoil you.”

“Well you didn’t need to.”

“I’d argue that I must since I am married to you.”

You pulled back to look at him– Something on the tip of your tongue that died in your laughter, he didn’t get it, but he was happy that you were better now.

“Breakfast is ready, we should head out after we change.”

“Okay… To our..?”

“Uniforms, I need to take you out to show you something, I’d rather we look like knights doing it.”

“Okay!” He knew you took pride in being a knight, so you both got changed to get to breakfast first.

To your surprise, it wasn’t… the traditional breakfast that you always had when Garling was around, it was… Much simpler, just pancakes and a bunch of sides.

You were confused, really. So you turned to your husband with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t like how my father speaks to you when you’re indulging in something as simple as food…” He scratched his neck shyly, hoping he hit the mark.

Your eyes softened, “Thank you, yeah, he’s a prick to me but I love you.” You shrugged and pulled him to eat too.

Shamrock seemed to enjoy the meal as well, you wondered if he was allowed to have any sugar growing up, but your answer came naturally.

“You look adorable.” You commented as he seemed every so slightly enthusiastic with his meal.

“...No I don't.” Shamrock grumbled.

“Whatever you say.” You shrugged with a giggle. The weight of the necklace wasn't annoying, and it held so much love from Shamrock that it warmed your heart. He also enjoyed looking at it sitting on top of your uniform, knowing you'd take it off at the moment it was in danger to preserve it.

After breakfast, he tied a small cloth above your eyes and led you outside, you had full trust in him to the point where you weren’t even using your haki, only having your hand on his arm in a relaxed manner. However you did recognize where the steps were taking you, training and all that, so you tried not to laugh to expose yourself.

Close to where Cerberus was being kept, Shamrock took the blindfold off, and you almost fell immediately from laughter, you had always been begging him to dress his beast up but he refused, for the obvious reasons of Cerberus had to look scary as the Commander’s pet, so when you opened your eyes to see each one of his heads in a flowery choker and on his body a white dress you lost it laughing.

“See! I told you he’d be adorable!”

Shamrock’s face reddened with embarrassment, but as long as you were laughing it was fine.

Cerberus, as trained, turned around and bit into a bunch of boxes –gently– before bringing them in front of you…

“Are those-?”

“Of course I wouldn’t just dress up my pet and buy you one necklace and a ring… and please don’t get mad at me for a month–”

You threw yourself in Shamrock’s arms, kissing everywhere on his face in gratitude.

“I know there’s no use convincing you otherwise…” You kissed his forehead when he picked you up with ease. “Thank you, my love!”

Even Cerberus rubbed his three heads against you both as you seemed ecstatic, Shamrock was happier than usual, happy you weren’t pushing him away again.

“This won’t be the last time, I promise.” He whispered against your mouth lovingly.

♡♡♡

Shepherd Sommers

Truth be told, you knew he would not let the day go without a celebration, but you didn’t know… what he would do.

He gave no indication that a big day was coming up, nothing in the mansion changed, nothing in your routines changed– And certainly nothing in him changed.

Which ultimately led you to think that he actually forgot about the day, which in turn made you sad.

Sommers did notice your moodiness for a few days, but he chose to ignore it, not really understanding where it comes from. Because he was planning a lovely Valentine’s day for you! How could he not!

The night before the day came around and you were especially moody and upset at just the idea that it was just going to be a normal day… Especially when Sommers was basically the most open knight out of the group!

You were sniffling in bed, waiting for your husband to come back from his nightly routine, he didn’t need to take another step out of the bathroom to hear your miserable ‘silent’ sobs. You were really bad at this, well he didn’t blame you, considering you were just a lowly lady from the surface world serving disgusting men at bars before he decided to take you as his own.

“Darling, as much as I love the look of tears on your face, I can’t bear the thought that it was caused by something– or someone that wasn’t me.”

“I’m crying becaus of you, idiot!” You screamed and turned away in bed, only making him grin slightly.

“You’re acting like a brat, you know?”

“I don’t care, I’m angry at you!”

“Maybe if you tell me what the issue is–”

“Are we not celebrating Valentine’s day!?” You pouted angriliy and looked away again.

Ah, so that was it. “Of course we are, who said we weren’t?”

“Well… You never exactly–”

“Asked you? I don’t think there was anyone else that could be my Valentine.” He giggled and extended a hand towards you.

You took his hand and he pulled you out of bed, a little harshly but he did end up carrying you over his shoulder all too quickly anyways.

“I can walk… Sommers..”

“I wanted to do this, I like your weight over my shoulder.”

“He took you to the room that was ‘yours’ and opened the door, letting you stand up, it was filled with an endless array of expensive clothes, all kinds of jewelry, gold, silver, diamonds, a bunch of miscellaneous items you mentioned occasionally wanting–

Basically, it brought tears to your eyes immediately–

“You didn’t trust me?” Sommers questioned while rubbing your back with a giggle.

“Your face didn’t give anything away… Idiot.”

“Perhaps I should throw everything away then!” He said with the fakest pained expression.

“I’m sorry!!!” You apologised and hugged him “I really appreciate everything…”

“You’ll appreciate the actual day even more, my love.” He said with a flirty wink. You immediately turned away and pushed your face into your hands– making him laugh before picking you up again, this time bridal style, as he walked back.

“I have sooo much more prepared! Everyone is going to know we had the loveliest day!!”

He didn’t walk back to your room, but went somewhere else, to the ballroom, where 2 outfits were set for you two… A lovely red dress and a matching burgundy suit for him.

You were in awe of how expensive the dress looked.

“It’s just a trailer to the big day… But my darling seems to be impatient.”

You both got changed into the outfits before music suddenly started playing, Sommers led you across the room with dangerous precision, flaunting you to whatever ghosts may be roaming around, he was lucky to have ordered the servants to do your hair before you went to bed, because it still looked pristine even after your crying session.

You giggled with every step you took, following your husband’s feet.

And when the music finally came to an end, Sommers ended the dance by bending you slightly and kissing you.

You pushed your face against his chest with glee at the simple dance, “Thank you, Sommers.”

“Anything for the love of my heart.”

♡♡♡

Rimoshifu Killingham

You both had a mission in the daytime, damn Imu for letting you go down to the surface world on Valentine’s day! You were moody all throughout the mission and took your anger out on your enemies, slicing through the enemies with ease using your sword, their blood scattering everywhere including on your delicate white uniform.

Maybe it was a dumb mistake to wear white as your battle uniform, but you didn’t care, you had a closet full of them anyways.

And Killingham was quite fond of the white on you, it wasn’t a pure white, more like the white you’d see when it was snowing outside, so it reminded him of his favourite season.

You did half the job and jumped away, Killingham already had some popcorn created for you before he jumped to kill the rest of the pirates that were causing havoc, he as well was enjoying himself in the blood bath that he was creating, the floor was getting slippery, and he was only getting more excited by the minute.

It didn't help that you were cheering him on heavily, making him all giddy and happy while tearing apart more bodies for the fun of it.

Once the mission was complete, you both walked back to the meeting point to get abyssed back to Marijoa, an unspoken silence between the two of you that you both couldn’t put your finger on.

“Have I ever told you how good you look covered in blood?” Killingham commented darkly.

“I think I ought to say the same to you, though I’d argue I look better since my uniform is white.” You smirked and Killingham put a hand on his heart as if wounded.

“My dearest, but of course, it is of no doubt you look the best out of us in anything!” He took your hand to twirl you around in the gentlest way possible, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips, using the opportunity to lick some blood that was close to your mouth. God, how wonderful it tasted just because it was on your body.

You shyly pressed your hands against his chest, “Maybe wait until we’re home?” You suggested. “And not all sticky and… disgusting…”

“Hmph, you’re quite fabulous looking sticky and disgusting though!” He argued and held his hand in yours as you two walked.

Back at Marijoa, the built up adrenaline has washed off and you and Killingham were lounging in bed together, with you sitting on top of him, listening to his heartbeat, it was making you woozy but it was a good feeling, especially with his hands playing in your hair with utmost care.

“Are you up for us to go somewhere?” He whispered in your ears, you didn’t expect that he had anything planned since you were both (you thought) pretty tired after the mission.

“I don’t mind, where do you want us to go?”

“Hm… That remains a surprise!”

You giggled and stood up to allow the both of you to change, you fought all the sleepiness and followed him.

He even changed into his centaur form for you!

“How sweet my husband is!” You praised him teasingly and jumped on, both your legs on one side, you loved being treated like his princess despite being a holy knight as strong as him in every way shape and form.

He led you to his gardens, where the entire place’s flowers have been switched for pink and red ones in celebration for the day, in the middle, under your favourite tree, laid a picnic basket on top of a square cloth for you two to sit on. The moment he heard your gasp, his heart was at ease, because he thought he didn’t do enough for the day, you jumped off and lied down on the cloth first, enjoying the darkness of the night, Killingham quickly sat next to you and opened the basket to feed you some of the fruits and snacks, and you of course fed him in return.

Out of genuine happiness at you being satisfied, Killingham didn’t realise how hard he was biting his lip, and blood dripped from the cracked part.

“Killingham, you hurt yourself.”

“Oh– uh I can–”

You leaned in and sucked on the wound, eyes fluttering in satisfaction.

You both had not talked about it… But something between you two during that mission– definitely changed.

“You’re acting like I taste better than the–”

You couldn’t control yourself anymore… And your next action was to bite down on his shoulder, he cried out in pain but didn’t push you back–

“Darling-!?”

You pulled back, your teeth having sunk deep enough for wounds to open and for his shoulder to get soaked.

“I know you want this too.” You breathed heavily, pushing his blood desperately into your mouth with your fingers, almost choking yourself.

”Eat me, Killingham, Bite, chew, devour, I don’t care–”

Well, who was he to deny?

He bit into your neck and you immediately moaned, feeling him sucking on your arteries and feeling light headed from the spot he chose. Both of your immortalities only worked after the initial bite and blood seeped out, so in short,

You both faced no danger when it came to devouring one another.

You gouged his eye out with your bare fingers and bit into it with satisfaction, enjoying the gooey texture, watching his missing socket twitch in pain before the immortality came in and diluted the pain.

Killingham bit your nose clean off, bones protruded,veins torn, and the crunch of the bones in his mouth sounded… watching the blood drip from your face into your mouth was almost enough to make him pass out from bliss.

The actual food was forgotten, and you both stripped save for the bare minimum to keep you both just barely covered, you took great pleasure in tearing out Killingham’s abs and chewing graciously on it, he was a lean man by all means, but he had a the most delicious muscle definition when he flexed, he adored digging his teeth into your fleshy thighs. Arguably his favourite part of you because he could always relax on them and grip them when he was stressed…

Before long, both of your and Killingham’s bodies had visible chunks of meat missing, and it was getting more and more difficult to bite more out of each other. You stared at each other, blood has soaked everything, from the last remaining bits of your clothes, to the cloth you two were supposed to eat on, to the food that was supposed to stay far away.

“Guess I didn’t… Need an outfit for Valentine’s day…”

“I’d gladly wear your blood everyday.. If only I knew it was this delicious ages ago.”

“Mhm… I share your opinion.”

You both passed out on top of each other, the immortality working slowly to patch together the parts you both ate out of each other.

“How romantic..” You both thought before surrendering fully to sleep.

♡♡♡

Satchels Maffey

She knew she did not need an assistant, but you were literally too adorable to pass out on.

After being informed there was a new devoted blade, she decided to throw an eye to see if you caught her eye. Shamrock had told her briefly that you had landed a heavy kick on his head after he almost absent mindedly stepped on a kitten, and when the two of them sparred, the only reason he won was because you weren’t prepared and you seemed weakened from whatever previous events had occurred… So you put up a fight against the Figarland Shamrock, and lost for simple bad timing.

In celestial dragon fashion, he ‘kidnapped’ you. But you were somehow taking it well, having not screamed or fought back once, you didn't regret fighting the commander quite frankly, how dare he step on a kitten! If this was the consequences of your actions then you'd make the best of it.

He brought you back and there you were, standing in a uniform and looking around confused, Maffey smiled and called you over. You wordlessly obeyed and followed the pretty lady. With the way you held yourself and walked, she could already tell you were going to be a powerful subordinate to her and she was more than excited for it.

Maffey walked to her office with you behind, it was classy, befitting a woman of her status, the air smelt of expensive tobacco, and you found it oddly comforting.

“This, is my office, yours is on the other side of the hall.” She said while putting her cigar out.

You nodded before taking a step to go outside.

“I didn't tell you to go.” She said calmly and you straightened immediately. “Come closer.”

She picked out something from her drawers and raised her hand when you were in front of her.

“I'd like to put something around your neck.”

“...A collar?”

“I'm not that cruel, it's a cute choker, c'mere.”

She flipped your hair away from your neck as she fixed the clasp behind your head.

“There, now anyone looking at you will know you're mi- that you work for me…”

You fiddled with the choker a bit, not seeing its design exactly, but it was light and shouldn’t hinder your work, then you smiled. It was a gift, a lovely one at that, especially for the cruel beings that were celestial dragons.

“Thank you for your consideration, saintess, I'll cherish it!”

Maffey felt like she needed another cigar for how cute you were being and to stop herself from blushing red.

“Dismissed, there's nothing for you to do though so just clean up your space and do what you like with it.”

“Very well.”

You walked outside and did just that, the office was still relatively clean, but you had nothing to put as decoration, making you pout since you were kidnapped here without ever having a chance to get any sort of belongings. That admittedly made you a bit sad, but you can manage, since you have been living alone on the surface world anyways.

You were looking around in the drawers to see if any work was left for you when Maffey walked inside.

“Checking on you, how have you gotten situated?” She lowered her sunglasses as she spoke- her eyes were so pretty-

“F-fine!” You squeaked before composing yourself. “I tidied up a little, if you need anything I can help now.”

“No, I've no use for you, why is the room plain?”

From first impressions, she really didn't expect you to flip the place upside down, but it still looked how it had been left, just without the dust everywhere.

“Well… the red haired knight-”

“Shamrock.” She corrected gently.

“Shamrock, yes, when I passed out after fighting him I woke up on his ship, so I didn't get a chance to bring much with me.”

“Oh…” She approached you and held your chin up to meet her eyes. “How unfortunate, he's rough around the edges.. I apologise, if you'd like anything come around and tell me, okay?

At first glance, this truly felt like a trap, but honestly you couldn't care with her warm hand holding your cheek now. “Okay...”

“One of my servants will guide you to your bedroom, rest for the night.” She ordered and you nodded immediately.

You latched onto Maffey like a lost dog, and who’s to say you weren’t?

She cared for you, and you worked endlessly for her, you followed her like a shadow and sent sharp glances to everyone who dared look at her with even a fraction of disrespect for her clothes choice. She just had a different style than most.

Maybe you were biased because you got attracted to her, but that still didn’t excuse every glare that bastard called Garling sent to her.

You had ended up fighting him several times under the excuse of ‘training’ and each time, it ended in a ‘draw’ only because he was always too much of a coward to continue the fight until he lost, and each time, Maffey would have to pull you away from pouncing on him like an angry cat.

She never expected to have someone under her so loyal, that she ended up accidentally falling in love with you…

Every time you brought her her favourite coffee in the morning, every time you helped style her hair the way she likes it, every time you cleaned both of your offices even though that wasn’t a part of your job in the slightest, her heart raced, she really, really couldn’t tell why at first–

Every time you bowed deep in respect, every time you brought her hand to your lips to greet her, every time you loudly corrected any disgusting nobles berating her and swinging your sword at them with disgust.

A loyal pet to her you were, and in love she was with you.

Your uniforms (by her permission) only ever got sharper, and more and more designated to her. You never wore a uniform unless it had some sort of part to its colours to resemble your saintess, you refused it. You were proud to be her devoted blade and right hand, and you were going to make it public.

One night, with Maffey drinking away her stupid feelings, you caught her in her office again, head on the table, hair in disarray, her mouth slightly open as she seemed to be softly snoring.

You quietly took the bottle out of her hand and set it aside, coming over to her side to help her up and to her bedroom. To your knowledge, no one other than you was allowed to see her in this state, and that simple fact always threw your heart in shambles!

She didn’t protest as you led her to her bedroom, making sure she adequately got changed into pyjamas before she sat in her bed

“Stay with me…” She begged you, speech slurred under the influence of alcohol, and you shook your head firmly.

“That would be a clear cut through the boundaries between a knight and their devoted blad- hmph!!!”

She had pulled you into her lap, your back to her chest, her arms around your waist preventing any sort of escape from you despite you kicking profusely.

“Tomorrow is Valentine’s…” She murmured into your neck, doing nothing more, but that action only served to make you swoon on the spot and make your heart race.

“Is it? I have papers to do anyways, please let me down–” She pushed your body onto her bed and loomed over you.

“Be my Valentine, actually just be mine– I can’t imagine life without you.” She whispered, her breath heavy with alcohol. Her glasses were discarded somewhere across the room.

“I’m not good enough–” She pressed her thumb against your lips to shut you up, she was clearly holding every ounce of restraint in her body from pouncing on you.

You stared at her lips and her sharp fangs in awe, feeling a sudden hotness take over your body.

“...You want this too, pet.”

“Listen, you’re hot– Of course I want to–”

She stopped your mumbling with a kiss, biting down on your lips, your moan was loud as you indulged, daring not to push her away as she feasted on the blood trickling down from your puffy lips.

It coated her own lips as she backed away to wipe it off, looking at you with great satisfaction to finally have you in her bed.

You turned away shyly, “You’re drunk! You’re going to regret this!” You tried reasoning with her as she pinned your hands to your sides.

“I was drunk because I didn’t have the courage to do this, and since you already said you wanted to…” She approached your neck to bite viciously. “I don’t think I can hold back, dearest!”

—

Well.. To say the least… You didn’t sleep well that night–

You jumped out of her bed with an extremely red face and b-lined to the bathroom to stare at your state– Hickeys everywhere!!! You wanted to die! You let your saintess mark you so boldly!!! How is everyone going to ever take you seriously again!! And most of all you agreed to be her Valentine in the middle of being a moaning mess from her love bites and the heat of her touch– Who knew you were so touch starved!? Your only saving grace was that she passed out on you from yet another narcoleptic attack, but that still didn’t leave your neck save from her nibbling at you when she was fully out!

You rummaged through her stash of makeup to try and fix yourself up, and that naturally led to her waking up, you refused to look at her and you had an adorable pout on your face as you picked up a bunch of stuff you truly didn’t understand what it was.

“Love? God I’ve been aching to call you that…” Maffey admitted to herself.

“I’m busy over here!”

“You sure are.” She strutted over to you while stretching, almost amused. “We have the day off by the way.”

“We do!?” You screamed- “Who’s we-! I told you yesterday I had papers to do!”

“No you don’t, Holy Knight’s orders.” She carried you with ease against her chest.

“Now, I order you to enjoy Valentine’s day with me~”

You had no choice but to actively nod and agree to.. Whatever that entailed–

She gifted you a bunch of lovely decorations, she hit the nail with everything too… Almost bringing a tear to your eye with how lovely everything was, since you never had that much back in the surface world.

Alongside, an extensive array of jewelry that matched her hair, seeing how much you took pride in being under her. You were especially excited for those piece. Having her help you wear everything and you matching them to your existing outfits.

“You look exquisite in everything.” She admitted evrey damn time you came out with a new matching outfit.

At the end of the day, she fed you your favourite food, you sat in her lap wearing a half black and half white ball lovely outfit alongside earrings that were surely more expensive than your net worth.

“I’m never letting you go…” She confessed while staring at you, making you shyly tuck your hair under her chin with a red face… It all worked out in the end, and you would be forever with your beloved saintess, as her lover.

♡♡♡♡♡

Hope you enjoyed! <3