#acrobat x reader

[snootysnoots]

-Flowers For My One & Only (IDV x Reader)-

-Luca Balsa-

Giving Luca flowers would make him flustered. He never really received flowers before and getting them from you made him so happy. He had such a silly smile on his face.

He made sure to put them in a vase with water. And each time he stared at the flowers, he couldn’t help but smile. 

He made sure to get you something too, whether it was a batch of flowers or some jewelry.

-Aesop Carl-

Giving Aesop flowers left him confused. To him, flowers were given to those who were deceased or their family. So he was very confused when given the flowers. Aesop knew he hadn't lost anyone recently and knew he wasn't dead, so what were these for?

After you told him why you gave him the flowers, he kind of just paused and stared. He was grateful but unsure of what to do, he never really received a gift before, or flowers for that matter.

But that didn't stop him from taking care of the flowers until death made them depart. He assembled a funeral for them when they fully died.

-Mike Morton-

He was jumping up and down when you gave them to him, he just couldn't stop smiling. He kissed you all over your face and said thank you after each kiss.

He made sure to give you flowers as well, he wanted his significant other to feel appreciated too. He probably made you a flower crown.

If he had the skin "Cunning" on, he probably took his top hat off and reached inside to give you a batch of colorful flowers. He has been waiting for this moment, the flowers were starting to wither so you knew he has been waiting to give you them.

-”Nightmare”-

He low-key would try to eat them. You had to pull the flowers away from him and explain to him that they are a gift. 

He was grateful, but he probably still tried to eat them. It took a few more tries before he stopped trying to eat them. You had to wrestle the big bitch to make him stop.

He did put them in a vase...but he probably didn't put water in it so the flowers died pretty fast.

He did write you a poem though as a form of thank you, he even nuzzled with you.

It has been so long since I’ve posted and I’ve been meaning to write for my boys. Originally I wasn’t gonna add “Nightmare” or Mike, but I thought it would be funny and I had ideas so I went for it. Have a nice day/night/afternoon!

#identity v luca x reader #luca balsa x reader #identity v prisoner x reader #prisoner x reader #aesop carl x reader #nightmare x reader #x reader #acrobat x reader #mike morton x reader

[sleepingcup]

His reaction to see your lifeless eyes. (part 2)

Characters: Naib Subedar, Eli Clark, Norton Campbell, Mike Morton

Genre: Fluff, before love confession

Part: 1

Naib Subedar

Just like Edgar, he would be ignoring the meet and greet but he has to just to find potential for a competitor once you arrive the manor.

He would be confused at first as to why some people are avoiding you, but when he decided to look directly to your eyes.

Nothing.

He is not evenly phased at one point.

He just blankly stares and sees that it's nothing of a big deal but something tells him that you are reminded him of himself when he was at his bad mood, just expect that he is going to visit you from time to time. Naib will secretly admit that you are almost similar to him but minus the killing, so a wild guess that he got some sympathy towards you. Even if most of the conversation is just dead silence and no friendly conversation, don't worry he will warm up to you just give him the time.

But if he does happen to understand you, he will try to comfort you even if it is clearly not his place to do so his company and leaning to you is the only thing he can do. He gives you free sandwiches during breaks, think of it as his way of comforting you.

If Naib happens to fall in love at some point, was probably you comforting him in a hug or you possible being there for him most of the time. Cook something for him if he is feeling down, anything goes as long as he is comfortable with you.

Before I forget, just give him a heads-up if he wanted hugs. He is well aware about ambush attempts.

Asking permission is the one thing that you can do.

Just don't question his blushing face or he is gonna make you regret it. Also personal conversation is something that he doesn't want to talk about, so please refrain yourself from talking to him to that conversation. The man has too much suffering that he doesn't want to scare you.

Eli Clark

He would notice right away when you appear at the manor, just only sharp eyes to stare and he knew exactly that you are depressed. All he can guess was that he somehow knows that you are often gloomy.

Even Brooke noticed your lifeless eyes at a first glance.

The conversation can be a bit awkward at some point, but if would be replaced by petting Brooke even if she is reluctant to do so. Give Brooke the time to adjust, it's the least that she can do. Things can get awkward at first but the conversation can be replaced by silence or deep conversations.

Don’t worry, you will enjoy spending time with Brooke Rose. Just give her the time to adjust is all.

He is a fiance to someone so making him fall in love is going to be almost impossible.

But it would not stop him from making you smile at some point so that is his mini goal.

If Eli manage to make you smile even if it's a simple bit makes him happy.

To truly make him fall in love is to deepen the bonds you have with him, give him the comfort and happiness that he truly yearns for that his fiance wouldn't. Give him something that he never has before, do something to make him go out of his comfort zone to kiss you.

But if he stays loyal to his fiance please don't pressure him, give him the time that he needs to enjoy his time with you.

It's the least that you can do.

Norton Campbell

Funny he would be similar to Naib and Edgar, however, he isn't in the mood to notice at some point. The differences is that paying him money and he would simply know by analyzing your face, getting to know about him is pretty much not easy?

If he happens to take an interest to you, expect that he would bother you for a while. But also expect that he would be a bit rude from time to time.

Give Norton some time to get used to you.

How he would understand is the main question. The answer is that he would know once you and Norton understand each other.

Lifeless? Norton is just gonna bother you 24/7.

After all he has handle the worse case scenario before.

Need a hug, just get used to Norton's strong arms as he lays his head on your chest. Just don't question him, it makes him comfortable that way. He also won’t mind some hair ruffling so that’s a bonus.

If by any chances that you smile.

He will find a way to make you smile even more, be aware of his anti-personal space from time to time.

And he will share donuts with you so...that’s a plus of his affection.

One thing tho, just get ready for Norton to appear to your room for cuddles.

The man has nightmares of his past from time to time, just don't ask why.

Mike Morton

It would take Mike a while to noticed your lifeless eyes, what he would expect from you was a smile. But when you make a fake smile of all places he knew instantly that your are faking it.

If there is one thing that Mike would know, is that he can tell the differences between the smile and fake smile.

So consider making you smile was his goal.

Even if it failed like a lot.

But he didn't give up on you, he continued to give you hugs and jokes from time to time. You just need to be patient about it with him even if he isn't going to leave you alone.

But if there is a time when you accidentally compliment him or flirt with him with the right words, his face is priceless to see. But the same method won’t work the second time, unless your lucky.

Mike is probably the man who is used to anti-personal space literally hugs and whatnot. But if he sees your smiling but the lifeless eyes is still there, it still makes him happy that he is making any progress.

Your smile is something that is beautiful for Mike to see, the only difference is that your eyes are not lifeful as it should be. 

It makes him addicted to you at some point just to make him slowly realize that he is in love.

Just expect him to say your name out loud every time he sees you.

One thing, deep conversations is not his forte. He hides a secret that he won't even bother to tell. Expect him changing the subject from time to time, he clearly doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

If he happens to have a deep conversation with you, you would be surprised that he is also faking a smile even if you knew from the beginning.

#idv #identity v #identity v x reader #idv x reader #naib subedar #eli clark #norton campbell #mike morton #mercenary #seer #prospector #acrobat #naib subedar x reader #eli clark x reader #norton campbell x reader #mike morton x reader #mercenary x reader #seer x reader #prospector x reader #acrobat x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

When they catch you from a distance, sending them a hand heart 🫶

🤹🪞🧲

🤹 Mike - He gapes at you in a melodramatic sort of way, then glances from side to side before pointing at himself. The goal is always to make you smile, which works like a charm. He accepts your heart by blowing back a few kisses. Of course you catch them and send them back ♡ (Standing next to Mike, Murro sighs and mumbles "What are you guys doing...")

🪞 Mary - She spots you through a window while she's enjoying tea in her private garden. Now that you have her attention, you bend down to "grab" something, and reappear with a 🫶 thrust her way. You see her sigh, set down her teacup, and approach the window-- now you're a little nervous about her reaction. But she keeps on a soft smile, as always. "My heart is not cheap, you know. Are you certain you can pay the price?"

🧲 Norton - One brief glance over and he promptly ignores you. Thinking he must not have recognized you, you follow him to try again. It's only when you're within physical distance that he finally acknowledges you. He gently raps a fist against your head and tells you to just voice what you want, if you're craving affection.

#identity v #idv imagines #idv x reader #mike morton #idv acrobat #acrobat x reader #mary idv #bloody queen #bloody queen x reader #norton campbell #idv prospector #prospector x reader

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Please dont say anything i just love acrobat and im into the thick of it with him

Warnings: trans!mike, fingering (mike receiving) reader also has a vag (still gn)

Oh he adores when you get in those moods where you just rip open his tights, the giggle and way he wiggles his ass against your crotch. You don't have anything to properly fill him but your fingers are enough for the moment. Two fingers easily slip inside, the fool isn't wearing underwear as if he knew your mood, and your other hand covers his mouth. He too loud, the others are still outside talking.

You bite down on his shoulder as your hand goes faster and palm slapping against his clit. This is messy and rough, but it does not stop the acrobat from squeezing his legs together as he is starting to lose his focus. Your hand goes to his throat, squeezing enough to get him dizzy. He is drooling, hands crawling at the wall, you whisper in his ear telling him how you know he is close.

"So quickly, Mikey?" As if this was built up beforehand from all the teasing in the custom match to train. He started it, you are going to finish him. "Go ahead, cum like the slut you are." And he does with struggled out moan that barely makes it out pass his lips. He nearly falls if you hadn't been holding him. Your hand and floor is wet with his cum. Your free hand wrapped around his waist as you helped him through his high, fingers moving until he whined from oversensitivity.

When you hear people about to leave the room, you carefully drag Mike to a different side of the hallway and rest him in the empty room used for storage.

"How are you feeling?" Setting him down on a nearby wooden chair.

"Out of breath," He laughs as he wipes his sweaty forehead, "Didn't think you had it in you."

"I can get the mood..." Grumbling as you look around and use the towel folded up in a stack to wipe your hand, "Sorry about your clothes... And calling you a slut. Trying something new." You are not the dominant one in the relationship, Mike does that for you, but recently, you have been trying new things with him. Taking charge, the name calling too, you feel a bit silly.

"You did great, love." Smiling as you use the towel and get between his legs to clean the mess, "Look at how good you are taking care of me."

Your cheeks burn from those words.

#nsft #mike morton #mike morton x reader #mike morton x you #reader insert #acrobat x reader #acrobat x you

[icedmetaltea]

A rather precarious position you've found yourself in...

]Taking a majority of my art off tumblr for now. Fuck AI

More self-indulgence bc I have zero self-control! Behold an angry boi

Some aftercare cause I felt bad 😭

#PSA: Sun is a professional acrobat pls do not try this at home #Y/n what did you d o #I like to think Sun just wanted to scare them for like 10 seconds #then got drunk on power #and drunk on seeing Y/n beg for forgiveness *cough* #anyway #Metaltea draws #Fnaf Sun #fnaf #five nights at freddies #fnaf sb #Sun x y/n #Sundrop x y/n #Sun x reader #Sundrop x reader #tw yandere #not rlly but just in case #tw horror

[holder-of-saturn]

the Vee's with an acrobatic person

summary: What the Vee's do, think, see with an acrobatic person on the V team

GN!Reader, this was thought out to be platonic

Word count: 1,162

warnings: Val, a bit suggestive (?), Val grabbing/touching you, mentions of Vals work, mostly just Val

Vox

it's definitely new. he's not used to walking into a person on the floor in a handstand and the splits, or hanging from the ceiling. you can do some interesting stuff, he's kind freaked out but finds it quite intriguing. Can get how some people are practically hypnotized by it, and that also plays in how you got in the team.

He saw one of your shows or something of you and got interested, and when he asked Velvette who you were, he found out you were quite popular, and powerful. He looked through his cameras and while he was stalking you, he found out more about you, and decided that if he could get the other Vee's on it, you could be a part of their team

when you first got used to working with the vee's it was weird, y'all are all different. Vox got used to you relatively quickly, and he would come visit you sometimes, mostly because of work and making sure you aren't doing things he doesn't want you too of course, but mostly using his cameras for that.

he probably thinks it hurts you most of the time, when you're stretching your body out and stuff, and thinks you're going to fall from the fabric you hang on. When he does think that he doesn't do anything about it, he just kind of looks away when your stretching, but if you're on the fabric he watches just to see if you fall. when and if you do fall, he will definitely laugh at you and probably won't ask if you're okay, most likely just going back to whatever he was saying after a bit.

if you walk around like on your hands and do tricks and stuff he finds it entertaining just to watch and go by, but tells you not to do it when important things are happening because of the image. mostly ignores you other than when he needs to.

Valentino

He's pretty used to it, he sees flexible people all day. Not all of them are like you though, that's why he likes you, and finds you interesting and a bit of a new thing to play with. So when he finds you doing your acrobatic stuff, he likes it and always watches it. You basically hypnotize him with it. Once he knew you a bit, he really wanted you on the team.

He was listening to Vox and Vel talking about you, and Vel showing photos of you. He wanted to be a part of this too, and see what got them so interested in someone like you. Once he saw the clips and photos he was interested too, very interested. He even asked one of his assistants to look you up to see if you have ever done something like he does, even if you haven't, he's still going to show you too it and offer you a job. he would be a fool not to try to get you in this business.

At first he was being chill about it, still talking to you and getting in your space but, not doing anything too weird, at least not for a bit. He got used to you quickly and showed you around his studio, and some of his sets. He also told you to come watch as he directed, he would keep asking you to come with him. He also wanted to show you off a bit, show how flexible and nice, and cute you are. After a while of that he asked you to go onto one of the sets, and then to work for him, and tried to persuade you that it would be good for you and the Vee's.

He finds it attractive when you stretch or hang and spin and stuff like that, and thinks you would be good on a pole... He likes watching you do your thing, sometimes filming you, but mostly just thinks that you would be a wonderful asset to his business, and to him. He really wants to get his hands on you to be honest, and he will sometimes grab you and touch your hips and stuff. If/when you get hurt or fall or something he immediately goes over to you and acts all sweet. if he's mad at you though he will just ignore you not even looking when you do something.

Likes when you walk around and do tricks, gives his day a bit of funniness in a way, and obviously he likes to show you off. He doesn't like it when you are doing something like that while he's trying to be serious. He does think you're good for his image though.

Velvette

She enjoys something new every once in a while, she likes the new thing that you bring to the group, and likes walking in on you doing your stuff, and the show you always put on. Whether you know it or not she loves that you joined the group. and is kind of hypnotized herself with it, at least she gives you more attention than the other Vee's.

When Vox asked who you were, she looked you up and was surprised at how popular you were and how good you were. And even looked you up after he told her too, also might've made a post or more about you. She also was pretty much stalking your account. When her and Vox were talking about it, she was pretty happy thinking about you joining the team.

She was used to you quicky, mostly because she's like that with really everyone. First thing she did was take you to her studio and pick you out an outfit. After that she showed you around and told you how she wanted things. She would visit you often, mostly to gossip and talk about drama and things.

She thinks what you do is actually quite impressive. She watches you from her phone, so shell look every few minutes. Most likely also taking photos of you too. She likes just seeing you do it, and it gets her views. She does think it hurts sometimes but doesn't question it. when you're hanging on the fabric she waits to hear if you fall, and when/if you do, she just looks up and if she sees that you might be hurt see might ask if she's feeling nice. If she's mad at you she won't acknowledge you at all, or will laugh at you.

If you do go walking around doing your tricks, she just films you and look at you for a second. She does like that she basically just has a way to get more likes in the moment, she doesn't mind usually, but when she wants you to not do it is mostly when she's mad and trying to be serious. Also finds it a bit funny how you just go around like that.

Extra: Velvette was designing outfits for you, but she didn't take into account that you need them to be flexible. that might be a change, but nothing she can't handle of course.

Hopefully I didn't miss anything I needed to add but tell me if I did (like tags) Also, Vel's part came to me easier than Vox or Val for some reason...

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #gn reader #the vees #vox #valentino #velvette #platonic relationship vibes #acrobatics #acrobat reader #vox x reader #Val x reader #valentino x reader #Vel x reader #velvette x reader

[idanceuntilidie]

The Aurora Circus.

Poly! yan acrobats x gn reader Requests are open.

I can finally go to sleep my GOD

Kit has worked for the circus ever since he can remember.  The Aurora Circus, it is known worldwide. Hell, people almost beat each other up to get the tickets for the show.   The shows are different every single time, to keep people entertained and so they won’t know what happens next.    Kit met his boyfriend at the circus, they even perform together, you could say his whole life was tightly intertwined with this place, and the people. You might think living there could be exciting, but after some time nothing surprises you anymore. 

Kit thought that it will be like this for the rest of his life, he will marry Hero and just perform with him until he wouldn’t be able to go on anymore.  He loved Hero, he loved the circus. Yet Kit can’t help but feel burn out, that is until he met you during one of the shows.  It was an accident, your eyes met randomly when he was about to perform. Kit felt like time froze in place as he stared at your (e/c) eyes. They were twinkling with that childish wonder and exciment.  He felt his heart speed up the similar way when he met Hero.  He almost messed up his backflip.    Hero noticed Kit being out of it, he noticed the stumble and that slight twitch of his fingers.  Something was up, but there was no time to ask questions.  He was supposed to go when Kit was finished, so he did just that.  When he bowed, he noticed someone clapping excitedly, it was you no surprise there, you waved at him, and he waved back. How come you were so energetic?  What will happen if you see the final show that he and Kit specially created? It felt wrong, but the somehow your attention made him feel very fulfilled.  You were jumping up and down, your hair bouncing, you looked so cute.    Durning the break Hero and Kit had a talk.  A very serious one at that. Both of them noticed you, and you caught their interest.  They wasted the break on talking, planning, and yes, they have to admit that they might have stalked you during your break. 

They cooed at how you ate that cotton candy or feel very jealous when you talked to your friends.  Sadly their small stalking mission came to an end because the break ended.    They gave it their all, breathing heavily their eyes scanned to see if you were there watching them, and they were so glad that you didn’t get bored and left.  

After the show ended you actually came up to them when they were outside taking a breather, Kit needed it, Hero needed a smoke.  They didn’t expect you to actually come up to them. Kit never saw Hero extinguish his cigarette so fast, and not complain. 

They were still in their costumes, so you recognized them and went to tell them that they were amazing. Kits face was red, Hero wrapped his arm around him to pull him in closer and talked with you.  Kit noticed that his boyfriend's heart was beating really fast. Thanks to Hero you stayed for a bit, and after some time even Kit joined into the conversation. Eventually your friends found you and told you they were going home. Kits scowled at your friends, but only his dear boyfriend seemed to notice that. He only just looked at them unimpressed.  You told them that you were sorry and even gave them your number. Kit was faster to grab it, his hand came in contact with yours, Hero saw how his eyes widened and how his body twitched slightly. 

Hero waved you goodbye and took Kit to their shared trailer.    The first thing that Kit said, still dazed from that encounter with you was: that you were so pretty up close, and you smelled so nice too.  That one sentence made them start a whole conversation about you: our actions, how you spoke, how you moved.   How you squint of your eyes when the light was too bright, or how your lips were coated in cotton candy. If they kissed, you would you taste as sweet as it?  The list seemed to be never ending.  

Oh, how they wanted to meet you again, so they made sure you were there for the next show.  It could be very easy to arrange. They just needed to make sure you were alone so they could just whisk you away and then you could live with them. Maybe even work? They will be your personal trainers.  

The next show will be the show of their lifetime, they don’t usually do tricks and but that one where the person disappears gave them an idea. 

#yan acrobats Kit and Hero #poly yans #poly yanderes #male yans #male yanderes #yandere acrobats #yandere #yanderes #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yandere male ocs #yandere male oc #yandere boyfriends #gn reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #male yans x gn reader #male yanderes x gender neutral reader #tw yandere #yandere blog #oc yandere #oc tag

[blvb]

IDV SURVIVORS

Characters: Lucas Balsa, Naib Subedar, Norton Campbell and Mike Morton

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Synopsis: s/o who give an insect in their hands.

a/n: My first time to write and show, have mercy to my writings please. it might have some grammar errors, my first language is french. The character might be ooc.

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⚡LUCAS BALSA⚡

I think Lucas will be so happy if you want to show somethings that you find. If you tell him to open one hand to put your discovery, he will oblige to do so. At first Lucas will have a beautiful smile until he see what it is, his smile disapear and will take few second to look at the insect. Lucas will scream while throwing the bug somewhere. he might cry a little bit, and he will ask why did you pick that thing, only to learn that you like find and grab insects. Lucas is scars from this encounter, now he will always ask you what you have in you're hand before you give him.

🟢NAIB SUBEDAR🟢

Naib will ask what you have in your hand before you are close to him, only to be answer '' Something beautiful ! Open one of your hand '' he will sigh and open his hand only to feel something crawling in his hand. Naib will have a tiny heart attack, he will look closer to the bug and tell you next time to find something more beautiful like a ladybug or one with cute feature. He will let the bug go softly on a leaf or on the ground. or eat it

🧲NORTON CAMPBELL🧲

Sorry for the bugs lovers for this one, Norton will have a face a bit scary until he see you coming on is direction, his face will ease a bit. Norton will look at your hand close in front of him, he will be unsure what to do at first until you say open one of his hand. Weird but alright, he will look at first then crush it in is hand, you scream a big NO but is to late. You will look at him with disbelief, look at his face and then at his hands, back it forth. If you are sad he will make it back for you, like maybe a time for both of you to chase some insect together, but it will surely just watch with a smile while you're so happy.

✨MIKE MORTON✨

I think Mike will not be scared by bugs like Lucas. when you run at his side with your hand in front of you, he will be so curious. You ask his hand, he will do it without asking. Mike will be amazed what you find, he will ask with so much energy where did you find this bug. Mike will follow you if you show the spot where the bug was discovered. I think he will like to spend time with you to find more.

a/n: there's a side in me say it's a bit funky, but oh well, i hope that you like what i write and so sorry again for the wrongs writing and bad grammar. I JUST REALISE !! I write the name of Luca wrong.

#identity v x reader #norton campbell #fluff #reader #idv #idv prospector #naib subedar #mike morton #luca balsa #idv prisoner #idv acrobat #idv x reader #idv x you #luca balsa x reader #naib subedar x reader #idv mercenary

[twd-l0ver]

am I a slut

#simon ghost riley x reader #daryl dixon x reader #könig x reader #john price x reader #joel miller x reader #gaz x reader #rick grimes x reader #i'd do acrobatic tricks on it and that's all i shall say

[ch6douin]

Silly idea. You somehow are in game and accidentally brought around a couple of your idv plushies. Immediately upon going into idv world they are now the little characters that follow you around.

thats really cute, thanks anon for sending that..

first, confusion settles quickly when seeing a bunch of mini characters following you around like lost kitties, adorable, tiny and with so much love to give. Then, if you explain to them, some of them may be weirded out but won't question further. Others are honored, I can see Anne being very happy in knowing that a part of her, cotton or not is always with you. I feel that Ganji would also secretly feel proud about it (one of his listed likes is toys). For other survivors:

Victor: giddy, finds his plushie version quite daring for following you around, and although he cannot speak nor show a lot of emotions, he always seems to bring a smile to your face

Demi: she definitely would chuckle at the scene of her silly and small plushie running around with her little feet.

Fiona: Although she finds a little embarrassing how the plushie seems to mimick her actions when it comes to adoring you.

Mike: Wants to teach the plushie a few tricks so it could surprise you, sometimes he may even steal him away from you a bit. What can he do? He is just too captivating.

I have a gut feeling that Lily too but I didn't read her lore yet so sorry lily stans

Hunters worth mentioning? Joseph, Geisha, Violetta, Jack, Galatea (amused, a small statue of you to accompany her during matches would do the same job, no? She is asking Bane to lend her some wood.)

Watch their reactions as you pet the plushies or hug them close to your side while they are near, it's going to be interesting I promise.

#idv x reader #idvselfaware #self aware au #identity v x reader #asks #idv postman #idv priestess #idv acrobat #im done with tags i hate tagging

[jintaka-hane]

Run, baby (don't) run

(Cabaji x gn!reader) NSFW

Masterlist

Summary: Your former crew lost in the Davy Back Fight and you are the tribute to pay. As you step aboard Captain Buggy's ship, your mind begins to conjure ideas for escape, but there's someone who will make your stay not so unpleasant. You might consider yourself clever, presuming to completely know him because you have explored every inch of his body, yet you remain unaware of the deeper emotions he conceals within. Notes: I tried to stick to my initial plan (short smut) and I couldn't... Sorry, I am a hopeless romantic! 💕 Simply wanted to delve into a relationship where intimacy precedes love, rather than the other way around. Warnings: +18, NSFW, MDNI, smut (but there is plot I swear), Sub!Cabaji x Dom!reader (Cabaji is shy, reader is bold), Sub!reader x Dom!Cabaji, oral, teasing, wall sex, wall pinning, idiots in love, some angst with happy ending. Words: 6800 Songs that inspired me: Run, baby run - Garbage

Thank you, my beautiful @fanaticsnail for your help with some parts 🙏🏻 💜 🐌

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Thud… thud… thud… thud. 

The captain walked with lengthy, intentional strides atop the wooden deck, his footfalls resonating across the damp planks of the ship as he solemnly advanced along the line of awaiting pirates. 

Each time he took an aggressive step, he would pause to scrutinize the pirate directly in front of him, a contemptuous critique reserved for each of them.

"Too serious".

Thud… thud

"Too tall".

Thud… thud

"Too dull".

Thud, thud, thud… 

...thud

His strides came to a halt mere inches from where you stood, and you averted your gaze, fixating instead on the weathered floorboards. Time appeared to freeze as you sought to go unnoticed, your gaze focused on his worn pointed brown boots.

“YOU,” he said.

You dared to raise your eyes, hoping he might be addressing the next in line, only to find his azure eyes, heavily lined with kohl and blue eyeshadow, fixed squarely upon you.

"Though you'll be needing some makeup…”, he added with a mischievous grin, gazing you up and down, “... and a more colorful attire”.

Satisfied with himself, he spun on his heel and headed back towards his circus-like ship, making a gesture for you to follow him.

You cast one last glance at your companions, giving yourself a few seconds to compose.

“Come on, buttercup!” He barked out at you without turning around, "Where's the enthusiasm?!”

**************

Turning down a challenge was a display of cowardice and shame in the pirate world. And this shame was even greater if the challenge in question was the Davy Back Fight, which stipulated that if two captains accepted, their crews would endure three trials, the losers facing the penalty of crew members theft and the destruction of their pirate flag.

Captain Buggy and his followers had encountered your ship, and in an act of whimsy and boredom, had challenged your former captain, who felt compelled to accept in defense of his honor. Against all odds, your old crew ended up losing to the picturesque and colorful crew led by the sea's most renowned clown, resulting in you being chosen by their captain as a reward for their victory.

You had to quickly adapt to life in the Big Top, vastly different from the customs you had known so far. Made up and dressed in tight circus attire that revealed your midriff, you tried as best you could to fit in with the crew and carry out your tasks amidst the chaos that reigned in that disorganized and eccentric group.

You didn't yet know much about your crewmates, though you could glean some idea of each one's personality: the captain, ambitious, whiny, and extravagant; the first mate, fiercely protective of his captain and always accompanied by an immense circus lion; the unicyclist swordsman, solemn and mysterious, constantly honing new juggling tricks that he later deployed as precise attacks.

It was the latter who particularly had caught your eye, mainly due to the vibrant colors of his attire and the uniqueness of his hair, straight and streaked, pulled to one side. The fact that he always was bare-chested, showcasing his sturdy pectorals, also added to his allure. But you never entertained the thought of getting close to him; after all, you were eager to leave that ragtag crew of pirates behind and join a more formidable crew as soon as possible …

You had sworn allegiance to the captain, but that didn't bind you to servitude for eternity. Perhaps in a few months, slipping away from the ship wouldn't raise too many eyebrows. 

Life aboard wasn't entirely unpleasant. The parties were frequent, which helped time pass more swiftly, and you found amusement in watching the crew's constant juggling and tricks. Yet, you couldn't envision yourself aboard the Big Top for the long haul. Sometimes, unable to bear another note of the incessant circus music, you would retreat to your cabin, bury your head in the pillow, and scream.

One night, an excess of alcohol coursed through the veins of the crew — including you — celebrating that your captain, the great Buggy, had acquired a treasure that would significantly increase everyone's wealth and allow you to afford even more luxuries and extravagances.

You still didn't quite feel like you belonged with them, so you spent the evening watching and analyzing the group of pirates, noting the wildest, the toughest, the most loquacious, and the most reserved among them.

In your analysis, you caught Cabaji looking at you several times, his elongated lined eyes trailing over your abdomen, lingering a bit too long on your navel. The first two times, when your eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze, feigning interest in something else. The third time, he held your gaze and gave you a somewhat hesitant smile. The fourth time, he grabbed his unicycle and some juggling balls, tossed them in the air, and headed towards you, boasting about his sharp reflexes and impressive balance. 

As the acrobatic act concluded, he deftly caught the dancing balls in mid-air one by one with a single hand and, skidding lightly, brought his unicycle to a halt right in front of you, one foot on a pedal while placing the other on the ground to maintain balance. 

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or simply a desperate need for distraction that night, but you summoned a boldness from somewhere unknown.

“Hey handsome, think you can ride anything besides bicycles?” 

He stood there, his eyes locked onto you, lost for words.

You thought he was an idiot.

And yet, within seconds, you were ravenously making out with that idiot, stumbling through the hallways of the ship as your bodies clumsily bumped with the walls and other unnoticed obstacles making your way to his cabin.

As you reached his room, you paused the kisses momentarily so he could open the door. With a gallant gesture, he ushered you in first, and you entered, casting a swift glance around the space.

It resembled a quaint juggling studio, albeit with the added quirk of a bed positioned at its heart. Disheveled shelves lined the walls, adorned with an array of juggling paraphernalia - diabolos, balls, ribbons, and hoops - alongside an assortment of edged weapons, including swords, knives, and daggers. Atop the floor lay a pair of weathered unicycles, seemingly forgotten.

You took a few steps forward, allowing your eyes to adjust to the dim light within, then turned toward him, watching as he closed the door behind him. With determination in your stride, you approached him, wrapping your arms around his neck before pressing your lips to his again, this time slow, lingering, and deep, while he embraced your bare waist. Tilting your chin slightly, you sought a better angle to kiss him, a low moan rumbling in his throat, barely restrained. 

Still emboldened by the courage perhaps instilled by alcohol, you brought a hand to the center of his chest and with your fingers, you traced the outline of his pecs.

“You’re so tough, aren't you?”

With a caress, your hand descended down his muscularly defined abdomen until reaching the edge of his pants, where a fine line of hair disappeared. Loosening the waistband slightly with your fingers, you created enough space for your hand to venture further, slipping beneath the elastic of his underwear. Cabaji froze in place, his muscles tensing around his stomach. With just one finger, you traced the length of his cock gently, from the base to the tip, while locking eyes with him. He was painfully hard.

“My, my… I think you need a bit of help with this, don’t you big guy?”

His cheeks tinted with a slight blush, but he didn't avert his gaze from yours. You noticed the goosebumps prickling his neck and shoulders, and every muscle in his body seemed to be rigid. Seeing he wasn't taking the lead, you decided to tease him further, this time more cruelly.

Removing your hand from his pants, you brought it to your mouth and provocatively licked the palm, coating it with saliva. Then, you slid it back into his pants and grasped his hard cock, your fingers wrapping around it completely. With a soft motion, you pumped it slowly, a moan escaping his lips as he closed his eyes.

“You’re so tense… you need to relax”.

You lifted your other hand and softly brushed his cheek, prompting him to open his eyes, his dark and dilated pupils locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of admiration and lust.

“Tell me… do you wanna fuck me, big guy?” You picked up the pace, pumping him faster.

He nodded slightly in silence, trying to maintain his composure and stay on his feet, while desire consumed him. You smiled, seeing him so vulnerable under your hands.

“Cat got your tongue, huh? Use your words, pretty boy” you teased him. 

“Yes…”

“Oh, he speaks,” you smirked. You found it amusing how shy he was. Accustomed as you were to dominant, proud, and selfish types, he was turning out to be a rare gem you were eager to enjoy. 

Devouring him eagerly, your lips swollen from the fierceness of your kisses, you gradually guided him to the bed, stepping forward while he took slight steps back, just to maintain balance. When the backs of his legs collided with the edge of the bed, you pushed him, his body falling onto the mattress and pulling you with him into a tight embrace, with no intention of separating from you.

You bent your legs, placing your knees on the mattress to straddle him, seeking his neck with your desirous lips, alternating between biting and licking. His hands began to roam your back, desperately searching for the edge of your shirt to help you discard it. You pressed your hips against his, feeling the massive bulge beneath his pants pulsating against you. His hands slid down to your ass, grasping both cheeks and pressing you down against him harder as he moaned, his hips rising in sync with yours.

At that moment, you sat up to look at him, his eyes ablaze with desire as his tongue darted between his lips to catch your saliva, his cheeks flushed, the vein in his neck pulsing frantically and the muscles in his arms tense as he gripped your ass firmly. You smiled to yourself, wanting to etch such a spectacular sight into your memory forever.

"Grab onto the headboard and don't take your hands off unless I tell you to," you ordered.

He obeyed instantly, holding his breath, eager to see what your next move would be.

"Good boy," you praised.

You lifted yourself slightly and crawled down his body until your head was level with his abdomen. Lowering your mouth to nibble on the soft skin around his navel, you made him whimper while your fingers slowly pulled down his pants.

“Relax…”

Directing your mouth to the lower part of his belly button, you continued kissing his tan and sea-salt coated skin, proceeding down to his pubic area as your fingers lowered his pants further and further.

You focused your attention on his groin, this time positioning your head right above his cock, the fabric of his pants the only barrier between you. With the tip of your nose, you briefly caressed the throbbing bulge hidden by his pants, then pressed your lips against it and began to kiss him through the fabric. You felt him gasp, his hips involuntarily rising to meet you, his cock twitching against your mouth. You smiled at his reaction and decided to tease him further, sticking out your tongue and tracing it softly against him while staring into his eyes.

“Please…”

Already begging?

If teasing him was the only way you had to get him to express himself, so be it... 

“Tell me big boy, what do you need?” 

“... my pants… too tight, I’m so hard I can't stand them anymore”.

You smiled to yourself and decided to indulge him. If he spoke, you would obey. With a gentle motion, your fingers lowered the edge of his pants, freeing his dick, which sprang from its captivity making him sigh with relief.

He was large, but you were sure you could handle it. You ran one finger gently over him, caressing the crevice of its tip, and collected some juice. As you pulled your finger away, a silver thread followed, connecting you to him, and you looked at it, fascinated.

"I’m going to suck away and swallow that shyness from you… " your resolved words made him moan. 

You paused to look at him, his eyes locked desperately on you, consumed by excitement. Without taking your eyes off his, you proceeded to lick him, your tongue stroking his head, gathering all the precum. 

Opening your mouth wide, you surrounded his cock with your lips, capturing it in a sweet embrace, and began swallowing it slowly all the way down to the base, giving yourself time to adjust to its size as you noticed him holding his breath, the muscles of his abdomen stiff, his gaze attentive to each one of your movements. You kept advancing until you felt the tip in your throat, where you paused for a moment to concentrate and relax your gorge so that it could enter all the way. With one final push, you managed to take him all in. He exhaled all the air from his lungs.

With upward and downward movements, you began to suck him with a light pressure, seeking the perfect angle to take him into your mouth whole, your senses attuned to his reactions, his breathing, and whimpers, to match the right pace. His eyelids fluttered closed and his head tilted slightly backward, savoring every moment, while his obedient hands remained on the headboard, his knuckles white from the pressure his fingers exerted. He opened his eyes to look at you again, fascinated by the sight before him.

“Damn… you’re perfect”, Cabaji sighed out.

Encouraged by his praises, you lightened the pace and pressure, sucking hard as you rose back up to his thick tip, repeating the process over and over again, coaxing songs from his throat. His body stretched, further exposing his bare chest while his hands gripped the headboard of the bed more tightly, causing the wood to groan.

“W-wait, slower... I won't be able to hold it back.”

Knowing that you were making him lose control led you to want to torture him more. You extended your arms, and your hands traveled to his chest, where you began to caress the curves of his muscles, as you worked at the same time with your mouth at a frenetic pace.  Cabaji groaned in frustration as his head lulled to the side, his dark eyes meeting yours with a desperate look. He bit his lip and gently bucked his hips so his cock went further down your throat, causing a small gasp to escape from you.

"S-slower, I don't know how much lon... aaah…”

Your refusal to slow down appeared to prompt him to ignore orders as well, and unable to contain himself any longer, his hands disobeyed your command. With a swift movement he released the headboard and firmly grasped your nape, exerting pressure to thrust deeply into your mouth several times as you sucked him down. It didn’t take long for him to reach his end.

“F-fuck!”.

With one final, deep thrust, he came hard, his hips stuttering as his cock throbbed and released its thick load into your throat while his fingers threaded tight against your scalp. As he filled you up letting out a low groan, you did your utmost to swallow everything he gave you, just as you had promised.

Panting, Cabaji ran a hand through his dark hair, gathering his composure as he looked down at you, admiring how beautiful you remained with your tousled hair and flushed cheeks. You released him gently, freeing your mouth to speak.

“You didn't keep your hands on the headboard," you smiled. Getting up and crawling up his body, you pressed your lips in a fierce kiss against his.

"You didn't slow down," he kissed you back, his hands encircling your back to pull you closer into an embrace. Then, with a swift and fluid motion, he turned your bodies, positioning you beneath him. Looking down at you, he bestowed another passionate kiss.

**************

It couldn't happen again.

In your bed, as your cabin mates snored around you, you gazed up at the ceiling, unable to sleep, reconstructing in your mind all that had occurred during the night.

His head nestled between your thighs, coaxing waves of pleasure with his mouth while he firmly gripped your quivering abdomen against the mattress…

The sound of the headboard banging against the wall, your face buried in the hollow of his neck…. 

You hastily grabbing your clothes to leave…

You shook those thoughts from your mind. 

As enjoyable as it had been, it couldn't happen again.

Having sex with a crewmate wasn't usually a good idea, as it sometimes led to misunderstandings, grudges, jealousy, and troubles entirely to be avoided in life on board. And you couldn't afford that luxury, you needed to keep as low a profile as possible, so that when you vanished, nobody would notice your absence. You couldn't let it happen again.

But of course, it happened again. 

After that initial encounter, many more followed, each one spontaneous and unplanned, sometimes occurring in the most clandestine of places like the pantry, the cellar, or even the armory. With each subsequent meeting, his initial shyness seemed to vanish, replaced by a more possessive and dominant Cabaji.

When the intimate encounters were spurred by the revelry brought on by alcohol during a celebration, Cabaji was accommodating, willing to let you take the lead and set the pace you needed. Those moments were for experimentation and delving more deeply into different ways to pleasure each other, and you quickly learned what things truly drove him wild and made him lose control.

Other times, your sexual liaison served to relieve stress following a violent encounter with an enemy crew, discharging onto each other the adrenaline surged after a victory or the accumulated frustration following a defeat. In these latter cases, you both usually got carried away by fury, and endured energetic sessions of possessive and rough sex, each fighting to dominate the other, focused on pursuing your own pleasure, using the other's body in the process with a frenzied and furious pace. 

**************

"No," he reprimanded, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind, pressing your back firmly against his chest. You struggled against his embrace, striving to break free and reclaim control, attempting to twist around to meet his gaze.

That day, he had fought with Mohji. As often before, it had begun with a petty dispute that had escalated into the first mate challenging Cabaji to a duel to establish his dominance within Buggy's crew. They had fought for quite some time, and in the end, despite their evenly matched skills, Cabaji had lost, albeit narrowly. It only took you one look at him to realize that he would need you that night, and one way or another, you two would end up having vigorous sex.

Seizing you firmly, he steered you towards the wall until your entire front was pressed against its surface. Before you could plant your hands against it to attempt to pivot around, he captured them and pinned them securely against your back.

"NO," he growled as you fought harder, prompting him to tighten his grip even more aggressively, nearly cutting off circulation in your wrists.

"Against the wall," he pushed your head, forcing your cheek to press against the wooden panel.

In moments such as these, your attempts to assert dominance were in vain, for though your speed could sometimes surpass his, his agility and strength were greater. Nevertheless, you persistently resisted and sought to challenge him, driven by primal instincts and an unspoken understanding of the effect it had on both him and yourself.

You attempted a backward kick, swiftly dodged by his agile maneuver, his smirk amused by your futile efforts. He seized the opportunity to slide his leg between yours, forcefully nudging one aside to spread them apart. Drawing near, his heartbeat thundered against your back, while his hips roughly met yours, allowing you to feel his arousal. He gradually lost his grip on your wrists as he sensed your progressive relaxation and surrender.

"Give up, I know you want this too," you heard his voice, a mere whisper against the curve of your jawbone, “don't make me tie you up like last time”.

As his grip momentarily loosened around your wrists, you futilely struggled to break free once more, only to find yourself pinned even tighter against the unyielding wall. Seeking retaliation, you snapped at the air, growling, attempting to capture his lips between your teeth, but he withdrew just in the nick of time.

“Tsk,” he tutted, “I'm going to have to tame you like the wild animal you are…”

“I thought Mohji was the tamer,” you let out, sharply.

You reveled in provoking him repeatedly, testing the limits to see how far you could push. However, as you concluded the sentence, you bit your lip. Perhaps, given the circumstances, you had pushed too far this time.

You had angered him. 

With a ferocity that bordered on the primal, he clasped you tightly around the waist, lifting you with unrestrained force. Spinning you around to face him, he hurled you towards the wall, the unexpected impact causing you to gasp as your shoulder blades collided with the wooden panel, the sound echoing in the tense silence that followed. He seized a handful of your hair and yanked sharply, tilting your head back, so your neck was fully bared to him.

In this position, seeing you completely at his mercy, with your breath catching and your heart pounding, he seemed to calm down. With the tip of his nose, he traced a path along your throat, detecting the pulse of your artery, lingering where adrenaline surged through your bloodstream.

“I’d slit his throat before he could lay a finger on you”, he kissed you right at that spot.

Without shifting his attention from your neck, his hands explored your body, seeking the elastic of your underwear. He slipped his hand inside, gauging your arousal before assisting you in discarding it with a determined tug.

Grasping one of your legs by the back of the thigh, he raised it as high as possible, locking it around his waist. Feeling your calf pressing against him for balance, he repeated the action with your other leg, pressing your body firmly against the wall, making it your support point. Secured in that position, he undid his pants, freeing his swollen and pulsating cock which quivered in search of your warmth. 

“Tell me you want this”, he whispered in the shell of your ear.

“I want you, baby”, you uttered the words that drove him mad.

Without further delay, he bent his knees, causing you to descend, your back sliding down the wall slightly. Gripping his cock, he eagerly directed its tip to your sweet entrance, then thrust into you forcefully, impaling you and causing your hips to collide sharply upward against the wall as he held you securely by the thighs. You panted at the impact, both arms draped around his neck.

Cabaji remained completely still in this position, giving your body time to adjust to his and relax. He closed his eyes, focusing intently, and pressed his cheek against yours, awaiting a subtle signal from you to indicate that he could proceed. After a few moments of concentrating on the rhythm of your heartbeats, he felt your cheek press back against his, signaling your readiness. Firmly securing his grip on your thighs to prevent any slippage, he began thrusting into you with increasing intensity.

"Tell me you're mine," he pleaded, his voice barely audible over the moans escaping your lips as his hips relentlessly collided with yours.

You didn’t answer. 

He always asked you once, and you never responded, leaving him to content himself solely with your kisses and whimpers, something he always tried to counteract with a firmer grip on you, as if the fact that you didn't respond implied that you might escape at any moment.

**************

Beyond your intimate encounters, there were never interactions between you: you neither spoke nor sought each other out. Your meetings were never premeditated, but rather fortuitous and accidental, and the absence of contact outside of these moments left you questioning whether the rest of the crew suspected anything about what was happening between you two.

One night, you returned to your cabin after having a horrible day. You had been particularly clumsy, and while organizing the juggling room, hundreds of balls, diabolos, and hoops had fallen on you. You had to endure some crewmates' shouts and spent hours putting everything back in place just as it was. All you wanted was to lie down in your bed, rest, and hope that the next day would be better. 

Upon reaching your cabin, you noticed something small resting atop your pillow. Intrigued, you approached, picked it up, and examined it closely: it was a delicate handmade paper flower, its exquisite petals meticulously folded to resemble a real blossom, alternating between shades of blue and white, reminiscent of Cabaji's scarf.

With a bitter chuckle, you cast it aside.

"What a fool..."

**************

The following night, you found yourself in his bed once more. Throughout the day, the crew had been reveling and drinking, and a chance encounter in the evening had led you to end up as you always did, enjoying each other's bodies. 

On this occasion, you were lying face down, bearing the weight of his body, your legs spread to welcome him inside you as his hips delivered his final thrusts against you. Moaning deeply against your neck, he chased his release for the second time that night. With one hand pressing firmly your lower abdomen, he lifted your pelvis, seeking the perfect angle to discharge himself as profoundly into you as possible.

With one last, deep thrust, you noticed his body shaking against yours, his cock twitching as he poured all his tension into you, relishing the moment and taking his time, deep growls escaping from his throat.

Panting heavily from the exertion, he collapsed on top of you, his forearms bracing against the mattress on either side of your body to avoid bearing down his full weight on you. Once he had emptied himself completely, he withdrew, pressing his lips briefly against one of your shoulders in a sort of farewell kiss before falling exhausted by your side.

Typically, after finishing, you didn't waste time and returned to your normal routine, either heading to your cabin to rest or, if it was during the day, continuing with your everyday tasks on board. But this time, particularly, you were exhausted, and for the first time, you lingered a bit with him between the sheets.

“I’m drained,” you murmured.

“Hmm”.

You remained lying face down, arms folded beneath your head, forehead resting upon them, taking deep breaths as you tuned out the world around you.

Suddenly, you felt fingertips caressing your body, gently trailing down your spine, tracing an imaginary line over your small back and descending to follow the curve of your ass, the contact making your skin goosebump.

You lifted your head immediately, surprised by the sudden display of tenderness, and found Cabaji lying on his side, beside you, his arm bent and his head resting on his hand. His gaze fixed on your body with an intensity that bordered on... devotion.

His fingers traced the same curve again, drawing delicate patterns on your back and causing you to shudder again under his touch. Your body tensed up as the air seemed to freeze in your lungs.

What was that? 

Was that an expression of… 

… affection?

Your heart began to skip beats as anxiety invaded your chest.

NO. 

Immediately, the memory of the beautiful flower resting on your pillow the previous night flooded your mind, triggering an internal alarm. 

No, no, no, no.

No feelings.

NO.

You sprang from the bed in a swift motion, your naked body fully exposed to him. He looked at you, surprised by your sudden movement, yet a smile played across his lips, seizing the opportunity to admire your figure once more.

“You’re so pretty…”

“Cabaji,” your expression darkened.

“… yes?”

“... you know this is just sex, right? Nothing more.”

His smile faltered momentarily, yet his gaze remained inscrutable, making it difficult for you to discern his thoughts. Those stupidly beautiful, lined eyes fixed on you.

“Yes, of course I know,” he responded promptly.

“Good.” 

You stepped away from the bed to gather your clothes, an awkward silence filling the room. You dressed as swiftly as you could, the oppressive tension in the air making it hard to breathe normally. As soon as you were fully clothed, you opened the door, eager to make your exit.

“See you,” you bid him farewell, casting a final glance at the bed where he sat, still unclothed, with his gaze fixed on some distant point in the room.

“Bye”.

**************

Following that last conversation, two long weeks went by without any form of contact between the two of you.

At first, you didn't understand. You were used to not having any kind of relationship with him outside of your sexual encounters, but even though you didn't talk during the day, no more than two or three nights would pass before you found yourselves in each other's arms again. However, there was no trace of Cabaji wherever you went. The only news you had of him were snippets of conversations drifting from afar.

"Hey, did you hear? Cabaji threw a knife in target practice and he missed. He stabbed a man right in his hand."

"No way! He's never missed!"

"Yes, yes, he did. He's been a bit lost lately…"

Occasionally, you would catch sight of him from a distance, whether in the galley, the juggling practice area, or on deck, where he was often engaged in conversation with the captain or involved in heated exchanges with Mohji.

As days went by, you began to believe that his interest in you had waned, signaling the end of your clandestine affair, perhaps for the best. 

You carried on with your life without giving it a second thought. Your days were a whirlwind of tasks, leaving little room for contemplation or reflection, and if you had any time left, you spent it plotting the best way to leave the ship and find another crew.

A few days later, you were walking down a narrow hallway that connected one cabin to another below deck. You walked calmly, lost in your thoughts, when suddenly you felt a strong grip seize your arm, pulling you sharply towards them and causing you to collide against their chest, momentarily throwing you off balance. 

Startled by the abruptness of the action, you glanced up to identify the assailant, only to find yourself met by the sight of a blue and white scarf—Cabaji. 

"What are you doing?!" you asked furiously, attempting to wrench your arm free.

"We need to talk".

"Let me go!" you used your free hand to shove him off.

At that moment, as if the capricious universe were mocking you, a crew member attempted to pass through the hallway, causing you to pause momentarily your movements. The space was so narrow that, to make room for him, you had to move closer to Cabaji, causing your bodies to touch completely. You felt a strange sensation at the contact, like a familiar warmth that your body had unconsciously longed for.

"Hey," the shipmate greeted as he advanced down the hallway. 

Time seemed to stretch infinitely in that position, standing so close to each other that you could feel Cabaji's agitated heartbeat, your chests pressed against each other. As the shipmate passed by your side, he appeared startled by the sight of Cabaji towering over you, firmly gripping your arm.

“You two okay?”

“We’re fine”, Cabaji snapped curtly, his eyes still fixed on yours.

The crewate, sensing the odd situation and not wishing to get embroiled in any trouble, hurriedly made himself scarce. As soon as he disappeared and you were alone again, you pulled your body away from Cabaji, and gave another strong tug to release yourself from his grip. 

This time he let go. 

With your arm now free, you turned around to continue advancing down the hallway. 

"I have things to attend to."

"Wait..." he said frustrated, stepping in front of you to block your path. You attempted to go around him, but he stopped you. Letting out an impatient huff, you tried to shove past him once more, your hands trying to brace against his chest.

"Hold on…" he grabbed your wrists mid-air to hinder you from pushing him, and you sharply twisted your hands, freeing yourself again. With an angry snort, he swiftly seized you by the waist before you could escape again, lifting you off the ground and pinning you against the wall. As you tried to push yourself away from the wall to break free, he grabbed your shoulders firmly, thwarting your attempts to flee.

"Damn it, you're so stubborn," he muttered in frustration.

Cornered and feeling the firm pressure of his fingers grasping your shoulders, you surrendered. You shut your eyes and drew in a deep breath, attempting to rein in the anger bubbling within you. As you exhaled, you steeled yourself to confront him, reopening your eyes to meet his gaze. 

Upon closer inspection, you were taken aback to see the fatigue etched on his face and the deep circles beneath his eyes, clear signs that he had been suffering. 

"Are you going to listen to me?" he begged you.

“Fine.”

"Good.”

His eyes darted between yours, seeming to take a moment to arrange the words in his head before speaking them. You waited quietly, somewhat concerned because you had never seen him so distressed. His eyes then moved to your lips, lingering on them for a few seconds.

"And?" You asked haughtily, titling your chin up. Your question seemed to bring him back to reality and his dark, lined eyes refocused on yours.

"Okay... ,“ he inhaled deeply, struggling to find the right words and not mess things up. “Well, I… I knew the rules... but …," he paused again.

"What rules?” you asked, urging him to continue.

“Listen, I know we… No, I… I  was not supposed to fall…,” he halted abruptly. He seemed to be delivering the most complicated discourse of his life, looking at you with a furrowed brow. You could almost hear the neurons in his brain, racing to find the right words.. “I’ve tried, I've tried hard but I…”.

Without understanding anything of that nonsense, you lost your patience.

“Cabaji, what the hell are you talking ab...?” 

“I miss you,” he cut you off.

You arched an eyebrow, taken aback. 

"What?"

“I miss you,” he repeated, more confident this time, finally finding the courage to deliver a somewhat coherent speech. “I … can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t even hit a target. I can’t live like this''.

Your eyes widened as your brain processed his words gradually, incredulous at what you were hearing.

“... I'm craving you”.

You were speechless, bewildered by his desperate words, which caught you completely off guard. Time seemed to stand still, the creak of the wood and the gentle sway of the boat the only signs that the world hadn't stopped.

Your eyes briefly darted to his hands, your shoulders flushed from the pressure of his grip. Following the direction of your gaze, he suddenly seemed to realize that he was still holding onto you and immediately released you.

"Forgive me," he apologized in such a low tone that it was only audible to you.

You stood there, staring at him intently, your back pressed firmly against the wall as your head spun.

“Y/N, please… please, come to me tonight.  Please, let me have you again tonight, I … I rather jump overboard than deal with another night without you”. 

He was pleading with such desperation that you felt a tightness on your throat, overwhelmed by everything you were having to process in that moment. A sense of infinite sadness engulfed your chest, releasing all the suffering you had been denying yourself from feeling these past few weeks. 

"And…,” he continued, “I can't stand you leaving afterwards. I’d like to spend more time with you… I want to be able to caress you without you fleeing from me in fear."

You remained silent, unsure of what to say. It was too much, too many thoughts, too many feelings, and you didn't know which path was the wisest to take. 

“Cat got your tongue, huh?” he smiled sadly.

You turned your face to the side and averted your eyes from him to give yourself a few seconds to think without feeling the pressure of his hungry eyes staring into yours, desperate for a response.

“I am not scared of you,” you managed to say with a thread of voice.

He lifted one of his hands and brought it to your chin, gently holding it between his fingers to guide your face back to his and meet his gaze head-on.

“No…" he sighed, "you're scared of us. Of what we could become… if you let me”.

His fingers moved from your jawbone to your cheek, his thumb softly caressing it, causing you to shiver. How was it possible that after all the physical contact you had shared for weeks, after all the scratches, licks, bites, grips and thrusts, what you found most challenging to endure was a simple caress?

“... would you? Would you let me?”

Your mind scrambled, attempting to swiftly piece together a response. The plans to abandon the boat flashed through your mind, as until that moment, leaving within a few months had been a firm decision. But now, as you stood there, your thoughts became a tangled mess, forming a lump in your throat that silenced any reply.

Sensing your distress and hesitation, Cabaji gently eased the pressure his fingers exerted on your cheek and seeking to grant you some breathing room, his body appeared to drift imperceptibly away from yours. You perceived the shift, and in that instant, realization dawned. You understood then, deep in your core, that you truly were afraid.

It was the fear that Cabaji might let you go and turn away. The fear of him never touching you again, the fear of never feeling his lips against yours, the fear of him never looking at you with the intensity he did in those moments. The fear of him disappearing from your life forevermore.

You lifted your hand, letting it hover momentarily before cupping his own, cradling it against your cheek. Meeting his weary gaze, you smiled softly at him and offered a silent affirmation with a nod.

“My love…” he smiled back at you, exhaling the relief that anticipation had built up in his lungs. His hand left your cheek and moved slowly to your nape, his fingers tangling in your hair. With gentleness, he drew your head towards his until your noses brushed lightly. Sensing your breath quickening nervously, he paused, unsure if this was really what you wanted.

As he came to a halt, you let out a frustrated exhale and, gripping his scarf tightly, you forcefully pulled him towards you to close the short distance separating your lips, causing them to collide and seal in a loving kiss.

Encouraged by your determined attitude, he kissed you back, long and deep, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him as if every inch of distance between you was too much to bear. After spending so much time apart, the kiss felt so good that you began to search for more and more hungrily, hardly letting him breathe, chaining one kiss to another, eliciting soft moans from his throat. 

Each time the kisses felt like they were nearing their end, your lips ravenously sought his once more, while he, caught up in the fervor of your embrace, allowed himself to be carried away. When the lack of air forced you to lower the intensity and part, he looked into your eyes.

“Tell me, are those things you have to attend to now so urgent?”

“No,” you said quickly, leaning in eagerly to kiss him again.

“Well… ,“ he stopped you for a moment, placing his index finger on your lips, “why don’t we go to bed and see if this time you're ready to answer if you're mine?” And before you could reply, he captured your mouth with his again, smiling into your lips.

You know this is just sex, right? Nothing more.

Your own words echoed in your mind as you hooked your arms around his neck and pressed him against you, angling your chin to deepen the kiss further.

Fuck it.

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#x reader #one piece #jintaka stuff #cabaji #cabaji one piece #cabaji x reader #opla fic #cabaji opla #buggy crew #captain buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #I am a hopeless romantic for not popular characters #cabaji the acrobat #cabaji the acrobat x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

I wanted to explore Mike feeling crushed under a sense of doom at the manor ... and then kiss him (head in hands)

“home again” 🤹

pairing. the acrobat x you pronouns. unspecified genre. hurt/comfort notes. reader is shorter than mike synopsis. love at the end of the world 🌹

He was not just an old colleague.

That thought plagued your mind all throughout dinner. He occupied a very intimate place in your heart, in fact, but the manner in which he presented himself to you would fool anyone into thinking otherwise. 

Mike refused to even acknowledge you. No words. No smile. His eyes didn’t sparkle like they used to, and his hair had lost its golden lustre. He wore a long, brown coat of respectable material, but even fine fabric like that looked dreary when pitted against your glamorous memories of him.

Months of grief and dogged investigation had caused his cheeks to sink in, and the first sprigs of a moustache had appeared above his lip. You were struck by his disheveled appearance. If you stared for too long, you feared your emotions might get the better of you. But you still couldn’t look away—a part of you desperately wanted to search for signs that he was the same Mike Morton you once knew.

The remainder of the dinner was silent and severely uncomfortable. But you were determined to get something out of him. So you cornered him after everyone had dismissed themselves, which everyone did very quickly, and had you been a second later Mike would have already locked himself in his room.

“Mike, look at me. Please.” Your pleas were not much of a threat to him, but he obliged you nonetheless. “What happened to you?”

The Hullabaloo incident would have been the obvious answer to your question, but something in your gut suspected there was more. Something to do with the manor. You knew you were the last of the group to arrive here, and the rest of them had apparently been living here for weeks. Something must have happened to have such a harrowing effect on the psyche.

But Mike never answered a single one of your questions. Instead, he kept looking for an escape route. He fingered the doorknob leading into his room, twisting it, letting it go, twisting it again. His eyes still refused to meet yours.

“Can I come in with you?” you asked, gesturing towards the doorknob. That finally got a verbal response out of him.

“...Yeah.”

The first thing Mike did, after the door shut and locked you both inside, was unexpectedly forward of him. His arms snaked around your waist and pulled you into his chest. For a moment, he stood there with his chin resting on top of your head, before letting out a deep sigh, and then taking a few steps backwards. With his arms secured around you, you had no choice but to stumble along with him.

“Mike,” you murmured against him. “Mike, I’m confused—”

“Stay here for the night,” he said, and that’s all it took for a medley of relief and yearning to wash over you. That one request was evidence that Mike hadn’t discarded you from his heart, and that was all the reassurance you needed.

“I will, always for you, but I need you to explain...”

“I’m exhausted. And I missed you. But I wish you weren’t here.”

“What?”

Mike lowered his lips to your neck, peppering kisses over your skin just like he used to. You shuddered against his touch, battling your desire to simply melt into his arms with your need to hear him elaborate. You wove your hands behind the back of his neck, locking him closer to you. It quickly became apparent that you were going to lose that battle with yourself. His touch, his scent, his voice - all of it was intoxicating.

Mike whispered out your name, once then twice, and then he finally answered you:

“...I just don’t think we’re ever getting out of this place.”

#identity v #idv imagines #mike morton #mike morton x reader #mike morton x you #acrobat x reader #acrobat x you #idv x reader #idv acrobat #idv acrobat x reader

[teabreakpancakes]

I saw you baker s/o and I want to request That but instead with Naib, Kurt, Emma, And mike!!!!

As Sweet As Your Pastries Naib, Kurt, Emma and Mike with a Baker S/O

Genre: Fluff

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑

he vaguely remembers his mother baking a few times

it brings a smile to his face to see you being so passionate about something

one time, you noticed him staring, so you decided to invite him, admittedly, he enjoyed a lot more than he expected though he won't admit it unless you ask him directly

Naib's calloused hands handled the piping bag clumsily, smearing the icing messily. His eyebrows furrow in concentration as he draws the whiskers on the cookie. Soft giggles erupt from the baker as they trace patterns and designs perfectly onto the two layer cake they're working on.

prefers eating over baking tho ^^;

he's gotten used to you bringing him treats before his matches though the others claimed it was "unfair" so he started eating them discreetly

your baking reminds him of home

he eats a LOT. even though he doesn't have an affinity for sweets due to the lack of such delicacies in his life before meeting you

Naib reached out for his second tray of cookies, still munching on the cupcake in his left hand. 'Where does all that food go?' the baker pondered, bewildered by the amount of food the merc ate, he never seemed to gain weight, in fact, he only seemed to bulk up even more. The baker poked his hard abdomen, blinking owlishly with an "Oh". Naib quirked an eyebrow, "Wha' ish i'?" he questioned with a mouthful of food. The baker shook their head with an amused smile, "It's nothing darling, do you like the cookies?" they redirected, brushing his hair away from his face.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊

he always reads a story to you over tea time

Today, Kurt was telling you all about a realm where fairies, golems and many other creatures resided. The calming ambience of the garden picnic made it a perfect time to relax. Kurt would stop ever so often to take a bite of one of the pastries he held in one of his hands.

sometimes, some of the crumbs land on his book but he doesn't care because the food came from you :D

he surprisingly has some knowledge about baking, he can bake decently by himself

The baker peered over the explorer's shoulder, eyes trained on the mixture Kurt was working on. "Wow.. you actually know how to bake—Oh! no offence of course, it's just that all the other survivors that attempted to created monstrosities that bordered the lines of being rubbish" they chuckled, rubbing their nape. The explorer smiled, shaking his head, "I learned a bit about the craft while growing up" he replied, a somber expression appearing on his face as he stared down in the bowl.

he enjoys designing the cake with mini sketches

some of your recipes were based on stories he'd tell you

you often make him his favorite snacks for when he's reading :D

he stares at you, wondering how the embodiment of his dreams fell right into his arms, especially when you look so at peace

he thinks your smile is as sweet as your pastries

𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒

she's always in awe of your abilities

she enjoys decorating she's a bit too much of a klutz for the other things, it never ends well

Emma sticks out her tongue slightly as she fills in the outline of a rose on the cookie. She grins proudly when she finishes the lovely looking rose, bestowing her creation before you on her outstretched hand. "Look darling! a rose for a lovely person like you!" she beamed. The baker giggled, their emotions showing through the rosy tint on their cheeks.

she hogs treats in matches she willingly takes hits just so she can taste them

after she messed up so many pastries, you stopped letting her bake

"Emma" the baker called out in a stern manner, the smile plastered on their face barely hiding the frustration and exasperation they were currently experiencing. "Would you mind explaining why my cookies and cupcakes are burnt?" they question, a threatening tone underlying their inquiry . The gardener backs away slightly, avoiding their piercing gaze. "U, Uhm, I may have baked them for a little too long—", "A little?" you interjected, your eyebrows twitching in irritation.

emma steals some of your treats for herself sometimes

emma has no favourites, she likes everything you make :D

you feed her some treats while she's tending to the garden

garden tea parties :D

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

mike admires your craft, you're so dedicated to it

he remembers pastries he'd occasionally taste but yours are definitely the best!

he asked if you could teach him how to help and ever since then, he's been helping: eating ehem, taste testing, mixing and getting the ingredients and tools and whatnot

he juggles the cookies before shooting them one by one into his mouth

The acrobat snags a few cookies in his hands, juggling them before you. "Hmm, what does this one taste like?~" he speaks with a lilt in his voice, almost teasing as he throws the cookie into his mouth. His eyes sparkle with delight, letting out a sound of recognition—"Dried blueberries! what a treat" he praises. The baker cups their mouth, unable to hold back the quiet giggles escaping their mouth. Mike always seemed to find a way to entertain you, one way or another.

he'll always mess around with you in the kitchen a little

flour fights!

A cheeky smile creeps up Mike's face as he gathers some of the flour on the table into his hand. "Dear, can you please hand me tha—eek! Mike!" the baker hollered as they were met with a fistful of flour. The white powder sinks into their locks and into their clothing. The baker's head is downcast as they scoop flour into their hands, "Two can play it that game!" they yell, throwing towards Mike.

he helps you bake so he can eat them right after

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #idv x reader #idv x gn reader #identity v x reader #idv naib x reader #naib subedar x reader #idv kurt x reader #idv explorer x reader #idv emma x reader #idv gardener x reader #idv emma woods x reader #idv mike x reader #idv mike morton x reader #idv acrobat x reader #idv scenarios

[icedmetaltea]

Okay I made a thing! (8 followers late but still-)

I am now going to go sleep

Taking a majority of my art off tumblr for now. Fuck AI

#DO NOT try this at home #Sun is a TRAINED ACROBAT and they are over a SOFT SURFACE #Celebrating 100+ followers! #Thank ya'll so much :> #fnaf #five nights at freddies #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf Sun #fnaf Sundrop #y/n x sun #sun x y/n #sundrop x reader #yandere #metaltea draws

[heartshapedbubble]

Alright aaa for the event I got two characters! ^^

Mike with a s/o that will almost cry or will cry at any human decency or comfort towards them like their feelings cannot handle anyone being nice to them

And Helena with a s/o that likes to bake a lot in their free time? They like to give her sweets as appreciation :)

ofc dear!! here you go🫶

(also please this is a reminder that i have one more spot remaining for the birthday reqs so pls for the love of god someone take it </3 )

mike morton with an emotional s/o hcs🃏

he's not worried or confused, he just finds it... funny? not in a mean way though 😞

"what's with the tears, darling? is everything alright? no need to cry during a moment like this!" he'll chuckle as he wipes your tears with his thumbs

he might occassionaly poke at you because of it (endearingly, obviously), but will go and hold you tight in a matter of seconds if you get upset

as much as he loves poking at it he always goes easy on you with pranks and is much, much more gentle with you than with anyone else

adores movie nights and any other type of quality time with you, lying on your chest and often reaching for your hands, rubbing circles onto your palms and trailing his fingers across yours

he knows that you're not actually sad when you cry during a happy moment, but he can't help himself, alright? in a second you're going to be in his arms, gently rocking back and forth as he comforts you with jokes - laughter is the best medicine, isn't it?

helena adams with a s/o that likes to bake hcs👁

not gonna lie, before you told her about your little hobby she found it out herself before... quite quickly, too

helena adores sweets more than anything in the world (well, maybe not more than poetry) and she quickly started noticing the warm, sugary aromas of vanilla, rum and lemon coming from the kitchen when you were in it

although not wanting to dabble into whatever your doing, she often wondered about what you were baking, and who exactly was the lucky recipient of your delicacies...

...turns out one of your lucky recipients would be her! when you come to her door, a small box of freshly baked madeleine cookies under your arm, she doesn't know what to do with her hands - she's so so thankful for it, blushing as she nervously takes the box from you

she wishes she could make them with you too :( although baking gets difficult when you're blind, she'd appreciate your assistance to death if you offered to aid her as she's baking with you

you've inspired her in a poetic way - helena might not be the best at baking, but she's amazing at connecting strings of words that are light and soft like a souffle, glazing carefully over each one of her poems and rhymes with the most charming epithets and metaphors, leaving the tooth-achingly sweet verses written right beside her favourite recipe of yours💞

#identity v #idv headcanons #idv #identity v headcanons #idv fanfic #idv scenarios #idv imagines #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v x you #idv acrobat #identity v acrobat #idv mike #mike idv #mike morton #identity v mike #helena idv #idv helena #idv tme #identity v tme #identity v helena #the minds eye #identity v the minds eye #helena adams #idv the minds eye

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Being part of Buggy's crew and developing a relationship with Cabaji would involve...

Cabaji x reader. Am I the only one who wishes we knew more about him and his brother?

*****

🏴‍☠️ You were born in a family of circus artists, taking part in their performances since you were a young girl, moving from town to town every week. In time, you discover you are gifted in two different fields: as an acrobat, whether it's tightrope walking or the trapeze, which quickly becomes your main act at the circus and that you greatly enjoy performing on; and as a thief, especially when stealing from unsuspecting audience members and men whose eye you catch during the show and who ask to buy you a drink afterwards.

🏴‍☠️ For years, this is your life: you practice on the trapeze and the rope during the day, perform almost every night, and occasionally pilfer wallets and jewelry from people who are too engrossed in the performance (or in your cleavage) to notice, and by the time your victims realize what has happened and complain to the authorities, you and your family have already left. Occasionally, you stay longer in the same place, usually a wealthy town whose inhabitants have money to spend or when a wealthy patron hires you for private shows; in one such period, you meet a local girl named Alvida, whose turbulent personality matches yours and who becomes your first non-circus friends. For three months you are inseparable, and while you lose contact when the circus finally leaves her town, years later you still remember her with affection.

🏴‍☠️ One day, a wealthy man who had appreciated the circus' show hires you to perform privately for him and his friends; perfectly aware of the risks, you nevertheless let greed get the best of you, try stealing a large quantity of jewels from a chest in his home, and are caught. The sheriff is called, your relatives help you escape but are beaten up and arrested in the process. They are, fortunately, released two days later and allowed to leave town, but you don't try and rejoin them: deeply ashamed of all the troubles you have caused, and not having the courage to ask for forgiveness after all the times your parents and the others had warned you your stealing would get you in trouble sooner or later, you decide to leave and find a new path on your own.

🏴‍☠️ Unlike a clown or a juggler, an acrobat can't exactly perform on her own without the whole apparatus of ropes and chains or at least a wire, which means that earning enough to live as a wandering artist is almost impossible, and in turn that you have to resort to steal once more. One day, three after your last meal and at the end of the umpteenth performance in a square that has earned you only a few berries, you decide to risk it, snatch a well-dressed woman's bag and run as fast as your legs can carry you. Soon, the woman's friends and a couple of police officers are pursuing you; running blindly, you reach the town's harbour, and as you are apprehensively looking all around you searching for a place to hide in one of the ships, someone calls out...

🏴‍☠️ "Quick! Hide here!" a man with a checkered scarf and long straight hair covering part of his face tells you urgently, talking from the deck of one of the larger ships. You only need to glance at the Jolly Roger on the sails to realize he must be part of a pirate crew, but after all you are a criminal as well, and you can't afford to be picky about whose help you accept. So you grab the hand the man offers you, and let him accompany you below deck, hidden from your pursuers.

🏴‍☠️ The man introduces himself as Cabaji of the Buggy Pirates, a crew with a (what a happy coincidence!) circus theme. "I saw you perform in the square; I wanted to help a fellow acrobat." he explains; the truth is, he couldn't help noticing how pretty you were, but he was too shy to approach you "I should tell the captain you are here, since this is his ship, but I think he'll let you hide as long as you need."

🏴‍☠️ And so you meet Buggy, and are duly impressed by his clown persona and Devil Fruit Power. He also approves of you, especially after you prove to him you are actually a talented trapezist and an expert circus performer, at least when you can make use of the necessary equipment, even though he clearly doesn't consider you to his level, since you have no experience as a fighter or a sailor. "We don't have a trapezist in our crew. You wanna join us?" he asks in the end, and while you dislike the condescending tone of his voice, as if he were doing you a great favour rather than proposing a deal, you can't deny this might be exactly what you need: you have suffered from loneliness, and hunger, and lack of direction, for two years, and while you've never had any interest in piracy, you do need to turn your life around.

🏴‍☠️ "I'd really like that... captain." you answer in your most humble and respectful tone, and you can't see Cabaji beam behind you. And so, your life as a pirate begins, one you immediately find yourself at home and even happy in. Being part of a circus-themed crew helps you feeling less nostalgic about your family, you make new friends and become one of Buggy's most faithful and devout followers; no matter how dangerous and tiring pirate life is, you are happy and finally feel you have a reason to live.

🏴‍☠️ You and Cabaji quickly become friends, mainly because Buggy has ordered you learn to fight, since after all you are now a pirate and you have to pull your weight like everyone else, and he offers to train you. He is a patient, strict but encouraging teacher, and happy to see you become a capable fighter and sailor. He is more than aware he has a big crush on you, maybe even something more than that, but Cabaji has always been terribly shy with women, especially when he needs to express his interest, and he has decided to bide his time, become your friend, make sure you find your place in the crew and enjoy your company; and then, perhaps, he will find a way to approach you.

🏴‍☠️ On your part, the gratitude you feel for everything he has done for you (hiding you on the ship, introducing you to Buggy, offering to train you) soon gives way to something else, something more intimate and more difficult to confess. Cabaji is an attractive man: he has a fine physique, slim but strong, expressive brown eyes, and that lovely dark hair; he is friendly, and kind, patient and encouraging when you make a mistake during your training. He is, in short, everything you would appreciate in a friend... and at the same time, it doesn't take you long to realize you want more, much more, and so you decide to taste the waters, to try and figure out whether your interest is reciprocated.

🏴‍☠️ Cabaji is a capable acrobat, not unlike you; among other acts, his favourite is obviously his unicycle, and he's also a capable knife thrower - even though, you have heard Buggy mention, no one in the crew has the time, or the interest, to help him practice. This is exactly the occasion you were hoping for, and so one day, as you help him clean the deck of the ship after the crew's latest raid, you propose to act as his target girl. "Are you sure?" he asks, immediately happy for more than the simple possibility to practice as he should, with a human target "You don't have to if you don't want to, but..." "No, I'm happy to help you; it's like you said, we fellow acrobats should help each other, and I had fun when I acted as my father's target girl back at our circus." you explain, which is absolutely true, even though you can't deny, at least in the privacy of your heart, that the chance to spend time with him, alone, is the real reason you're offering.

🏴‍☠️ "Maybe... maybe there's one thing." you admit when Cabaji offers to repay your help; you feel a little guilty, because in a sense you are deceiving him and wasting his time as well as yours, but after all you're not hurting anyone, and your intentions are pure... sort of "Your unicycle; is it difficult to ride one? Because I have always wanted to learn... " Cabaji is more than happy to share his love for the unicycle with you, and soon a routine is established between the two of you: every day, in the little free time Buggy leaves you, you meet to practice together. You remain perfectly still against the board as Cabaji throws his daggers towards you, missing you by less than an inch, and then he helps you with the unicycle, teaching you to maintain balance, ride forthward and backward and turn. Both of you have a lot of fun; both of you wish you wouldn't have to pretend you don't want more from that already close friendship; both of you wish you could celebrate your progresses and him acing his exercises like they deserve, perhaps even with a kiss...

🏴‍☠️ One day the ship docks at a beautiful island, famous for its entertainment venues; once you are done terrorizing the population and collecting an heavy tribute, you decide to ask Cabaji to come clubbing with you (... as friends, obviously) like you have already done a few times, but you can't find him. Your friend seems to have disappeared since early morning, but when you express your fears to Buggy, he tells you there is no reason for you to worry, because "He's always in a foul mood on the anniversary of his brother's death; he probably wanted to sulk a bit on his own."

🏴‍☠️ You had no idea Cabaji had a brother, which makes you feel more than a little guilty, since by now you have known each other for eight months. In the end, when a somber Cabaji returns to the ship that night, he finds you waiting in his cabin, with his favourite meal and a bottle of good rhum. "I wanted to do something nice for you, in case... well, in case you needed to be cheered up." you confess "I'm sorry for your brother, and I'm sorry if I never asked about your family; I should have, since you know all about mine."

🏴‍☠️ This must be the kindest thing anyone has ever done for him, and Cabaji's heart is full of gratitude; you really are an amazing person, he thinks, sweet and sensible as well as beautiful. He tells you that you have no reason to feel guilty, since he rarely talks about his brother, even though the anniversary of his death is always difficult for him. "The man who killed him is named Roronoa Zoro, a pirate hunter." he later tells him as you drink the rhum together, sitting on the ship's deck under a full moon; neither of you realizes how romantic the atmosphere surrounding you is, but you both feel happy, or at least comforted, because of the other's presence "We were in the Goa Kingdom, and this guy... killed him without mercy. I miss him so much, (name), you have no idea... if only I had been able to protect him..."

🏴‍☠️ He doesn't cry, but you hold him in your arms, caressing his hair like you would do with your own brother and doing your best to comfort him, the intimacy of that moment different from the one both of you secretly wish to share with the other, but still important and comforting. "You can tell me about him every time you want, if that makes you feel better or you just want to vent." you tell him in the end "I'm always ready to listen, Cabaji; you know I... am your friend." He knows, and while he can't help wanting more, he is grateful for your support, and deeply wishes his brother could have met you; later, when he walks you back to your cabin, he kisses your cheek in thanks, and the scent of your hair remains with him until he falls asleep.

🏴‍☠️ One day, you hear talking of a new arrival in your midst - not a new member of the crew, but rather a pirate captain Buggy has allied himself with, a woman roughly of the same age as you. Curious to see her, you make sure to hang around the tavern Buggy is in talks with the other captain, hoping to catch a glimpse of her... and when you finally see her walk out, a heavy mace balanced on her shoulder, you almost scream. "Alvida?!" "(name)?!" she cries as well, immediately recognizing you "Is it really you?!"

🏴‍☠️ You and your old friend warmly embrace each other, and it is as if the many years you spent apart never existed. You quickly catch up in front of a mug of ale: you are full of admiration for your friend's carreer as a pirate captain, and happy to know you'll see her often, given the fact that she and Buggy are now allies. Alvida asks about your family with the circus, and is saddened to hear you had to run away and leave them behind. "But you're doing great as a pirate, I'm sure; you're more than strong enough." she adds winking at you "There are a few people I have to collect some berries from; think your captain will let you come with me?"

🏴‍☠️ Most of Buggy's men are quite a bit scared of Alvida and her mace, including Cabaji, even though he's happy you have found your friend again. His fears that you would prefer her company to his prove to be unfounded, since you keep helping him practice with his knives and, in turn, asking for his assistance in learning to use the unicycle; Cabaji is, of course, more than happy to indulge you, even though he wishes he could find the courage, or even just the right words, to tell you how much he likes and cares for you, and how he wishes you could be more than friends. Given his indecisiveness, Cabaji fears he will remain stuck in that limbo for the rest of his days; in the end, it is Alvida who unexpextedly comes to his rescue.

🏴‍☠️ "What are you talking about? (name) knows how how to ride an unycicle." she tells him as she files her nails, clearly surprised, the first time she hears him mention your training "She was part of a circus, wasn't she?" "Yes, but she's a trapezist!" Cabaji protests "And she can walk on the rope..." "Exactly. I can't remember precisely how it was, but I think her father had gotten into his head to have her use an unycicle on the rope or something like that, for their performance's grand finale. When we met as girls she could only ride it normally, on the ground, but she could do it perfectly. Now, I don't know about that thingy of yours, but they say you never forget how to ride a bike, right?"

🏴‍☠️ "But... but..." Cabaji is flabbergasted "You're saying she asked me to teach her something she could already do? Why would she do that? She wouldn't make fun of me, she's not that sort of person..." Alvida sighs; the acrobat is cute, if one likes that sort of person, but he is clearly not the sharpest knife in the drawer. "She did it to be close to you, you dumbass!" she informs him "Because she wanted the two of you to spend time together and get closer, so that maybe one day you'd grow a pair and make a move! Honestly, how could you not see it? Or at least, see the way she looks at you? It took me less than an hour to notice..."

🏴‍☠️ Cabaji is speechless; he knows Alvida wouldn't lie to him, not about something that concerns you, her friend, but the he still can't believe you would do something like that, and for those reasons... because you like his company... because you like him... He's still wondering about it when Alvida lifts her mace in her newly manicured hand. "Are you going to take that poor girl out of her misery, or shall I take you out of yours?" she asks, her gaze even more menancing than the heavy weapon in her hand, and Cabaji scuttles away.

🏴‍☠️ He wanders around the base for a while, trying to come to terms with the sudden revelation; he should be happy, and he is - he is elated, and at this point it should be easy to confess his own feelings, since he is almost mathematically sure they are reciprocated, but how? He wants it to be nice, he wants it to be perfect, for both and especially for you, a special moment you will think back on in the years to come. Should he bring you flowers, or a gift? Maybe even a ring - not that sort of ring, obviously, but something to signify his fidelity and commitment? Should he take you to a romantic spot, or prepare a speech and announce it publicly in front of the whole crew?

🏴‍☠️ Then he sees you, coming out of Buggy's "office" after reporting at the end of your latest mission; you smile as you wave, unaware of his thoughts and simply happy to see him, and suddenly Cabaji's heart bursts with affection, and the sudden urge to stop wasting time. Forgetting everything about plans and grand declarations, he reaches you, takes your hand and "I really, really, really like you." he says, not caring whether someone can hear you; he knows this is sudden, and unexpected, but if he loses courage now, he may never find it again "(name), will you be this pirate's woman?"

🏴‍☠️ You obviously, immediately and happily, accept, and that night, during a walk on the beach, you share your first kiss, the first of many, Cabaji's hands warm and possessive on your hips as yours caress his hair. In the following years, you are and remain inseparable; you never forget your family, or stop regretting the mistakes that brought you to lose them, but you feel happy, safe and at home with your crew, with your new friends and Buggy and Alvida and Cabaji, and in the end, as your man holds both you and the child he gave you (named after his brother) in his arms, you know you have found the best family you could ask for, and will never have to fear solitude again.

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