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You transferred in to Kortac thinking you'd be the only shifter. You were wrong. Very wrong. But maybe these two aren't so bad after all.

Warnings: Swearing, minor jumpscare, reader is very briefly harassed (and deals with it too), brief violence, implied threat of violence, shifter etiquette.

Word count: 2k

Eventual Horangi x König x f!mink shifter!reader

You paused outside, bag still in hand, inhaling deeply. Nobody had warned you that there would be shifters here.

Probably because your own status as a shifter wasn't anywhere on your paperwork, but still!

Well. Maybe you'd get lucky and you'd avoid them, at least for now. After all, KorTac was not a small company, there was every possibility that you'd be able to just sneak by as one of the new recruits. Maybe–

You stopped dead as you spotted someone watching you from across a short field. Sunglasses concealed his eyes, and almost no skin was visible. But you knew he was staring at you.

Well. Fuck.

You hurried to slip in the middle of the other recruits, hoping that would help you hide.

Okay. This was… less than ideal. Maybe you could still salvage this. If you hid with the others, your scent wouldn't be as noticeable. And you'd just have to be very careful about where and when you shifted, which had been your life for the past few years anyway.

And it worked. For a solid week, nobody approached you or questioned you or anything. Recruit bunks were less than ideal but, again, it was nothing you hadn't dealt with before.

One week of training, getting to know the new base, and staying under the radar enough.

Then your luck ran out.

You were heading back to the bunks with a group of recruits when they all stopped dead. You stumbled to a halt a moment later.

The biggest man you'd ever seen in your life stood in front of the group of you, hood concealing everything about him but his eyes. Bulging arms crossed over his chest, effortlessly intimidating the entire group.

"You stay." The voice was accented differently than you expected, and those eyes focused on you.

"The rest of you, go."

You jumped and turned to look, finding the sunglasses man from before standing behind the group.

The rest of the recruits all vanished. Great.

"With me." The sunglasses one turned sharply and started walking. A quick glance over your shoulder showed that the big guy was still behind you, clearly waiting for you to obey. Shoulders slumped, you gave in.

The three of you walked to the far end of base, where there was no one around and a lot of open space. Great. Not threatening at all. Cool.

"You're a shifter." Sunglasses stopped and turned to look at you. His tone was almost bland except for the thinnest bit of anger.

You just swallowed but didn't verbally reply. All three of you knew the truth. You knew they could smell it on you, just as you could smell that they were both shifters.

"You didn't come introduce yourself." He crossed his arms loosely over his chest, tipping his head until you could see his eyes, almost amber.

"Didn't know there were shifters here." Which was the truth, but also a weak excuse. Any normal shifter would have asked ahead of time.

He took one step closer to you, and you resisted the urge to back up. "Packless?"

You nodded, just once. But didn't bare your throat to him. Not yet.

"Shift."

You blinked at the order, and it was an order, with the full weight of the alpha behind it. You chewed on your lip for a moment, glancing back at the big guy again. He leaned closer to you, big and threatening.

Well. This was potentially going to be embarrassing.

You shifted, not bothering to remove any clothing first. It was the first time in years you'd shifted in front of others, and it left you oddly anxious. You wiggled out of your clothes easily and peered up at the two.

They were much, much bigger this way. (Most everything was when you weighed two pounds.)

They both stared down at you. The big one crouched down slowly, one gloved hand reaching out slowly to you.

"Tiny," he muttered.

You bared your teeth at him, undaunted by his size. You'd bite him if he kept this up.

"Enough." The alpha crouched down too, hands dangling between his knees, sunglasses inscrutable. “You’ve got two options here. You submit, or you transfer out.”

Well. When he put it like that. You took a couple cautious steps closer to him, heart hammering against your ribs. You knew what you had to do. It was just. Not easy. But you forced yourself to roll over onto your back, exposing your soft underside. (Although, really, you were so tiny if either of them caught you it wouldn’t be hard to hurt you.)

The alpha rumbled softly in approval, making it easier to stay still. “Shift and get dressed,” he ordered. “We’ll show you the pack room.” He pushed up to his feet, motioning to the other shifter as well. Leaving you to shift and scramble back into your clothes in record time before jogging after them.

“You have a pack room?” You glanced between the two, undeniably curious.

Sunglasses looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. “Never had one?”

“Of course I have.” You looked away. You were terrible at lying when asked a direct question like that. Lying on paperwork was so much easier!

“Where did you transfer from?” That came from the giant in the hood.

You told him slowly, a little reluctant. Because you knew that if they checked records, there weren’t any shifters on that base, and hadn’t been for years.

There was a very good possibility that you’d still get in a boatload of trouble over this. Fuck.

The alpha went first into the barracks, and you followed him. He completely ignored most of the rooms, instead heading for the back of the building. He pushed open a door, striding inside.

A very large couch took up a good portion of the room, with a TV in front of it. A corner had been dedicated to a minifridge and microwave.

It was… oddly cozy. And smelled entirely of the two of them. You blinked a couple times, looking around. This was not what you’d expected. At all.

The alpha settled in the single chair in the room, while the big one took the couch. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not sure where you were supposed to go or what you were supposed to do.

“Sit.” The alpha nodded to the couch. So you sat, carefully, on the edge of one cushion. He huffed out a soft sound of amusement. “We’re not going to eat you.”

“I was not thinking that, that’s actually worse.” You wrinkled your nose.

“What is your shift?” The big one tipped his head to one side, like some big curious pup.

“A mink.” You raised one eyebrow at him. “You?”

He huffed. “A bear.”

You blinked. You’d always known that bigger predators were more common than little ones like you, but damn. You turned your gaze to the alpha, curious.

His teeth glinted when he smiled. “Tiger.”

“Well.” You pursed your lips. You were comically tiny in comparison. Even as a human, you were considerably shorter than both of them.

“When was the last time you were in a pack?” The alpha didn’t lean forward, but you could tell he was curious.

“Recently,” you hedged.

The alpha huffed but didn’t push further. You had a feeling he was letting the topic rest for now, rather than permanently.

“You’re allowed here any time,” he said instead of continuing questioning you. “Tomorrow you’ll start training with us.”

You blinked. You hadn’t expected that. At least not so soon. Sure packs were supposed to do stuff like that but you’d expected more of a trial period first, or something. “Yes sir.”

He nodded once, and that was that.

Of course, training turned out to not be what you’d expected. Horangi first put you through your paces, expression completely hidden, only whiffs of scent giving you any clue as to what he was feeling. Mostly amusement. Undoubtedly at your expense.

König simply watched from the sidelines, but he was easier to read. He enjoyed watching you, occasional murmurs of encouragement or little hisses of sympathy.

But neither of them moved when a big guy sidled up to you, smirking.

He was gonna be an ass.

“What’s a cute little thing like you doing here?” the big guy asked, mockingly cooing at you.

You showed your teeth in a smile. “Training.”

“Yeah? Training how to be a good girl?” He chuckled at his own joke.

You did not. You narrowed your eyes, assessing him quickly. He was bigger than you, with a longer reach. But he was probably slower. Not to mention he wasn’t suspecting a thing.

So you brought your knee up hard into his crotch, grinning with malicious glee at his pained wheeze. When his hands flew to cover himself, you punched him in the chest, once, hard. Just above his diaphragm. He wheezed, doubling over, struggling to breathe.

You stepped away from him to give yourself space… straight into Horangi. You jumped, but his hand simply settled on your shoulder, stilling you.

So when the big guy finally lifted his head, looking mad as hell, he faltered at the sight of Horangi behind you.

“Run along.” Horangi didn’t even sound threatening. Just bored. Like this didn’t matter to him, a mere blip in his day.

The soldier didn’t question it, just hobbled away carefully without another word.

Huh. Okay, this whole pack business wasn’t all bad.

Of course, it wasn’t all good, either. Training with the two of them put a noticeable distance between yourself and the other recruits, which made for some very annoying moments at meals and in the bunks. It also gave you less free time (which wasn’t all bad but it was something to grumble about).

Slowly, though, you relaxed around them, spending time in the pack room and learning more about them. Not that they made it easy - as much as you didn’t like to answer questions about yourself, they were every bit as bad. Getting information out of them was difficult, and most of the time you didn’t bother.

But you did learn by observing. You learned that Horangi preferred tea, that he liked night runs, that he liked water (you’d found him in the base pool more than once). König had a variety of video games he’d play, but he didn’t like to play with an audience. He was also more easily startled than Horangi, which you discovered on accident but absolutely did not regret.

You hadn’t thought you were sneaking. But you walked into the pack room to find König very invested in a game, elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. He hadn’t acknowledged you, hadn’t even seemed to notice you.

And, well… Look. Minks were mischievous. It was a thing. And you’d been very well behaved around them so far, had only been a bit sassy and hadn’t played any pranks at all.

Yet.

You were literally looking at a golden opportunity.

You couldn’t quite contain your little wiggle of excitement, but then you went still, coiling your muscles. Still no acknowledgement from your big packmate. One slow breath in, and–

You leapt.

König shrieked, dropping the controller and grabbing you before throwing you off his back in a move you couldn’t actually follow. You did follow flying through the air, hitting the wall a few feet from the TV, and falling to the floor. (Fortunately you didn’t hit the wall hard.)

There was dead silence for a full three count.

“What the fuck?” Horangi demanded as he burst into the room, taking in the scene.

You bounced back to your feet with an absolutely gleeful grin, totally unharmed. “Wow, that was fun! Let’s do that again!”

“No!” König sounded mildly panicked, hands up, palms facing you. “Do not!”

“What happened?” Horangi growled out, hands flexing at his sides.

“My fault,” you immediately said, shoulders hunching just a little. “I just wanted to play a little prank. Tried to jumping on his back. But he sent me flying, that was the most fun I’ve had in ages! Please?” You made your eyes big and shiny before turning your gaze on König again.

And he faltered before swearing softly in German. Horangi came to his rescue.

“No,” he drawled. “Not unless you want to bring some mats up here so you have a better landing place. I’m not fixing the wall if you dent it.”

You immediately brightened and König groaned.

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nomercymaster11 · 5 months

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Turbulent Currents

Author's note: I've been trying to divert myself from unnecessary emotions, so I attempted to craft a lengthy story. So, basically, the story will once again revolve around the Heart Pirates, joined by the Straw Hat Pirates. It's an open narrative, and I'm not adhering to any timeline from the original One Piece story. I've been contemplating various scenarios that have been on my mind for quite some time, and I aim to connect them into a cohesive storyline. The story below has a sad tone. I suggest to play "The World's Continuation" by Ado while reading.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the Heart Pirates' ship as it anchored near a secluded island. Tension lingered in the air, palpable and suffocating. The crew moved about the deck; their usual camaraderie replaced by an unsettling quiet. Among them, you stood, your eyes locked in a fierce gaze with Trafalgar Law.

The argument had been fierce, echoing through the ship like a tempest. It all revolved around a perilous mission, an expedition into a dangerous territory to retrieve a mystical artifact crucial for the Heart Pirates' plans. You, a key member of the crew, held the key to success. Yet, your disagreement with Law had escalated beyond the realm of a mere difference in strategy. It became a clash of ideologies, a storm of conflicting opinions.

The scene was set on the deck, a battleground where words were the weapons of choice. Law, his demeanor usually composed, couldn't contain the frustration in his eyes. His gestures were sharp, hands punctuating each argument as he tried to make you see reason.

"You're jeopardizing the entire mission with your reckless ideas! This artifact is our only chance," Law exclaimed, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

Your response was equally defiant, fueled by a sense of principle. "I won't compromise our morals for the sake of some artifact. There has to be another way."

The exchange continued, each word deepening the chasm between you and the captain. As the argument reached its zenith, something inside you snapped. The weight of the disagreement, the burden of being the linchpin in this perilous plan, became too much.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, you stood at the precipice of a life-altering decision.

Bepo, the polar bear mink and loyal member of the Heart Pirates, approached with a furrowed brow, his usually jovial demeanor replaced by concern.

"Please, don't go," he implored, his voice laced with sincerity.

The deck was crowded with crew members, their gazes shifting uncomfortably between you and Law. Bepo's furry hand gently reached for your shoulder, a plea for reconsideration.

"I can't stay, Bepo. Our ideals are just too different," you replied, your voice betraying the internal turmoil. The moonlit deck became a stage for the silent struggle within the Heart Pirates.

Bepo's eyes held a mixture of sadness and frustration. "But you're family. We need you for this mission. Law needs you."

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, and you shook your head. "I can't compromise who I am for the sake of a mission. There has to be another way, and I can't follow blindly when our principles clash."

As the exchange unfolded, other crew members gathered, their expressions torn between loyalty to their captain and concern for a comrade. The ship, usually alive with the sounds of camaraderie, now bore witness to a somber scene.

In the midst of this, Trafalgar Law remained aloof, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. Bepo, not one to be easily deterred, approached Law with a sense of urgency.

"Captain, please reconsider. We can't afford to lose them," Bepo urged, his tone a blend of respect and desperation.

Law, however, remained stoic, his eyes reflecting the conflict within. "This mission is bigger than any one person. We can't afford distractions."

"But they are not just a distraction! They're a vital part of this crew," Bepo argued, his plea echoing the sentiments of the crew members gathered on the deck.

Law's silence hung heavy, a cold barrier between him and the crew. The ship, once a symbol of unity, now felt divided by a rift that seemed insurmountable. As you turned away, stepping onto the island, the ship's departure signaled the beginning of a solitary chapter, leaving behind a fractured crew grappling with the aftermath of a heated exchange and the departure of a crucial member.

The island embraced you with its tranquil solitude, offering a momentary refuge from the storm of emotions that raged within. As the Heart Pirates' ship vanished over the horizon, the lush foliage and calming sounds of the island became witnesses to your contemplation.

Seeking shelter for the night, you stumbled upon a small, abandoned cottage nestled in the heart of the island. The wooden structure, weathered by time and forgotten by its inhabitants, seemed like a silent companion for your troubled thoughts.

Entering the cottage, the air was thick with a musty scent, a testament to the passage of time. Moonlight filtered through the cracks in the wooden walls, casting ethereal patterns on the dusty floor. The silence within was broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional night sounds of the island.

Alone with your thoughts, you sank onto a creaky wooden chair, your mind replaying the events on the Heart Pirates' ship. The argument with Law echoed in your ears, and the pain of leaving a crew you considered family weighed heavily on your heart.

In the dim light, you traced the contours of a faded portrait on the wall - a depiction of happier times, the crew united in laughter and camaraderie. The faces of Bepo, Penguin, Shachi, and Law stared back at you, a stark reminder of the bonds that now seemed strained.

The ache in your chest intensified as you recalled the concern in Bepo's eyes, the futile attempts to persuade you to stay. The memory of Law's stoic refusal to reconsider gnawed at you, leaving you feeling adrift in a sea of unresolved emotions.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you stared out of a cracked window at the moonlit landscape. The gentle rustling of leaves outside seemed to carry the weight of your contemplation.

"Why does it hurt so much?" you whispered to the empty room, the words hanging in the air.

The sense of loss, not just of a mission but of the camaraderie you had cherished, enveloped you like a shroud. The realization that your principles had driven a wedge between you and the crew you held dear stung deeply.

As the night wore on, the cottage became a haven for your introspection. The pain of departure mingled with the longing for resolution, and the moon cast its soothing light on a soul wrestling with the complexities of loyalty and self-discovery.

In the silence of the abandoned cottage, you found solace amid turmoil, grappling with the echoes of the past and the uncertainty of the future. The island, though a temporary refuge, became a silent witness to the profound journey of introspection that unfolded within the confines of the forgotten dwelling.

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The Heart Pirates sailed away from the island, leaving behind the echo of a fractured camaraderie. Onboard, the crew moved about with a palpable heaviness in the air. Bepo, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a somber expression, gathered the crew for a discussion in the dimly lit common area.

Penguin and Shachi exchanged glances; their concern mirrored in the eyes of the crew members who had become a tight-knit family. Bepo, as the first mate, cleared his throat, his voice carrying a weight that reflected the gravity of the situation.

"Why does it have to end this way? we really can't just let them go," Bepo stated, his voice a mixture of determination and worry. "They're family."

Law, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, glanced at Bepo with a stoic expression. "We can't afford to let personal feelings interfere with the mission."

Bepo, torn between loyalty to the crew and understanding Law's perspective, finally asked the question that lingered in the air. "Are we continuing without them, Captain?"

Law, his jaw clenched, nodded. "Yes, but we'll need to adjust the plan. We can't let emotions compromise our objective."

With a heavy heart, the crew dispersed, each member grappling with the aftermath of the departure. As Law walked away, his façade of strength began to waver. The weight of the decision, the rift in the crew, burdened his shoulders more than he let on.

He entered his quarters, the dim light revealing the weariness etched on his face. Before going to his desk, Law found himself drawn to the closed door of your room. A moment of hesitation passed before he entered, the air within laden with memories of shared laughter and camaraderie.

The room was a silent testament to the bond that had been fractured. Law sat on the side of the bed, his gloved hands clenching the fabric. In the stillness, he found himself in deep contemplation, the sting of regret piercing through his strong façade.

"I hope you find what you're looking for," Law whispered to the empty room, the words carrying a weight of unspoken emotions. The room, once filled with your presence, now felt hauntingly empty. As Law sat there, surrounded by the echoes of the past, the ship sailed on, carrying the Heart Pirates forward into an uncertain future.

To be continued...

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 6 months

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Innata Malevolentia - Part Two

Summary: Dibs gathers the prisoners for a devastating announcement | Word Count: 2.8k ~ | warnings below the cut!

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warnings: mentions of past non-con crimes (but vague), intimate examinations, Ettore being creepy, mentions of forced pregnancy, forcing others into sexual situations, manipulation, mentions of a menstrual cycle and ability to bear children, violence, threatening language and actions

Nothing strikes fear in the heart like the feeling of being followed.

Completely helpless. With no weapons but your own fists to use should you need.

Against a man, broad and tall, muscled and fit, what chances were there for her?

If he so wanted, everytime he walked past her cell, looking inside with barely-contained malicious intent, he could do anything.

She dreaded Dibs coming into the room at night, to tighten the zip ties on their wrists to keep them in their beds.

"Is this really necessary for all of us?" She'd asked with a stiff look once.

Dibs didn't reply, and kept her eyes averted to the task at hand, and as punishment had even tightened them somewhat compared to normal. The plastic dug into her wrists uncomfortably, even making it difficult to relax and go to sleep in the first place.

Maybe Dibs knew what Ettore wanted, and thought, that she should be awake to see it happen.

"You shouldn't make her hate you more than she already does" Mink mused, her wrists bound loosely at her sides, only her head turned towards her cellmate.

She scoffed, "You think she hates me?" She asked sarcastically, rolling her eyes, "forgive me for not wanting to be tied down to my bed while I sleep"

Mink sighed and looked towards the ceiling.

"Not ideal" is all she replied with, "Boyse has really dropped us all in it, huh?"

She wasn't in the mood to make a joke of it. For her, it was a real fear she felt. And the idea that the threat named Ettore looked ever closer the more she thought about it.

There were only so many more times he'd simply walk past her room, before paying her a visit.

Mink slept like a fucking log. And he probably knew this, having walked past many times, his steps increasing in volume as if to rest if anything would rouse her into wakefulness.

He was making a meal out of it. Well and truly.

Stalking his prey. Seeing which way was best to tear her open.

Days didn't exist on the ship. Only periods of time between sleeping.

Of course they'd try to replicate days and nights with the lighting but it never felt natural. And it always felt it dragged on more than it would have done on Earth.

When Dibs came back in one morning to cut the zip ties from each of the women's hands, she left with parting words.

"Infirmary. 1 hour"

Simple as that.

She'd given Mink a weird look.

It couldn't mean anything good.

Was it everyone? Or just them?

But they soon found out when they walked to the opposite side of the ship, that it wasn't even the entire population of prisoners, though few. But more like 5 or 6.

The infirmary wasn't large by any means, so when they all piled on, they were practically shoulder to shoulder. Apart from her, who managed luckily to nab a chair in front of Mink, who stood behind her with her hand on her shoulder in comfort of what was to come.

However bad it would be.

Dibs was waiting in her chair near her desk. With a file in hand. Looking stiffly at everyone as they entered.

It wasn't just women, Monte and Tchemy had also joined after a moment. And lastly, three minutes late, Ettore also. He stood leaning disinterested against the doorway, tall enough to see everyone inside.

She didn't miss the way he threw a smug glance in her direction. Her head whipped forward, even the briefest of eye contact made all the little hairs at the back of her neck stand on end.

"Thank you all for dropping by" Dibs started.

As if you haven't forced us to be here, she thought.

Every one of them looked wholly disinterested. Bored even. Monte had his arms crossed over his chest, his chin tipped upwards with his eyes looking down on her.

What was the deal with those two? There was something more to it than met the eye.

"I know the rumours that have been circulating, about the purposes of your frequent appointments" she continued, crossing her legs and playing with the end of her long braid slumped over her shoulder.

"I am here to tell you now that they are somewhat true. In line with my research I wish to create a healthy fetus, to check the effects of radiation on development"

She wanted to scoff.

It sounded so sick when she said it out loud. And yet, she seemed almost proud of it.

"For months, I have been collecting sperm samples, but so far any attempt at conception through artificial insemination have been…unsuccessful"

Good.

She felt Mink's hand on her shoulder grip just that bit tighter. Confirming, she was right. She'd always been right.

"Therefore, I am planning to endeavour upon a new method. One I hope will prove fruitful to our cause"

Our cause.

Who did she think she was? Did she think they were all grateful to be stuffed like a Christmas turkey given the first opportunity?

She was fucking delusional.

Before she could open her mouth, Boyse beat her to it.

She always had a short fuse.

"Just get on with it" Boyse shifted from foot to foot, putting on a front of toughness, despite being afraid herself.

Every woman was thinking the same thing.

What the fuck did this have to do with us?

But Boyse's inability to hide her fear only made Dibs smile.

"I have examined all the females, and have come to the conclusion that you three" she pointed to them, all huddled together to make themselves appear bigger, "have working reproductive systems, and semi-regular menstrual cycles"

And?

"You will be paired up with a male based solely on your genetic compatibility. Opposing immune systems. With the goal of creating a strong, healthy fetus"

What. The. Fuck.

The air was sucked out of the room.

Mink's hold faltered and fell to her side. Shocked.

Dibs smiled as she carried on, "to create a child in the natural manner"

Oh fuck that.

"This is hardly natural" she spat, with poison in her voice. Dibs hooded her eyes as she looked at her.

But it didn't deter her one bit.

She was entitled to give her every bit of anger she felt.

"You're playing god"

Dibs didn't respond to that. But her lips twitched, as if she were holding back the urge to smile.

"And what if we refuse?" Mink asked, her fingers trembling with anger.

"With all due respect" Dibs answered quickly, "I'm afraid that's impossible"

"You can't make us!" Boyse exploded, her cheeks all red, stance like a cat ready to pounce.

She wanted to be sick. It felt like being sold, without even the decency to exchange funds.

Some of these people were murderers. Rapists. The worst of the worst.

It felt wholly wrong to be betrayed by your own sex. Given to the opposite like a fully wrapped present they hadn't been allowed to touch til Christmas morning.

Some of the men, she knew, were just aching for the permission to touch them. Having been restricted for so long inside prison, as well as unable to do anything whilst incarcerated on Earth.

To do anything they wanted.

And all of the women felt betrayed that Dibs had given it, without thought of their pain, their honour and dignity.

She had thrown blood in shark-infested waters.

And she didn't know if something like that could be forgiven.

There was nowhere to hide from them.

Because now, those men they were forced to live alongside in fear felt entitled to them.

To their bodies.

To enact their barely-contained violence in a manner which struck fear into all the women involved.

A fear only a woman would understand.

The fear of suddenly realising that these men were so much larger than them. Stronger.

And it wouldn't take any effort whatsoever to hold them down and do what they liked.

It was like walking home at night all over again, tugging your coat over your body tighter to appear smaller, with each key nestled between your fingers, and the echoed laughter of a group of men behind you.

Women had good peripheral vision.

It was sickening to think it was evolutionary.

A needed skill.

But here, when outside of these cold, metal walls, there only existed emptiness, dread widened a pit in their stomachs.

There was no escape.

Dibs read from her file.

"Based on genetic compatibility, Boyse shall be paired with Monte"

Boyse argued, and Monte simply stated he wouldn't do it, preferring to keep his fluids to himself.

But her gaze remained on Dibs in front of her, arms crossed across her chest instinctually, waiting to hear her name.

"Mink with Tchemy"

She closed her eyes, bracing for impact. Like waiting for an oncoming car to hit you, the headlights becoming brighter, anticipating the air being punched out your lungs.

"And Ettore with-"

Fuck.

Even her name next to his made her want to vomit.

And then came the thought of what they'd have to do.

And that nearly made her gag in reality. An acrid, sour taste flooding her mouth. Her limbs feeling numb, like all the gravity had been sucked out from the ship.

She dare not look at him.

Her eyes immediately went about the room until she spotted what she'd been after.

A scalpel.

She looked at Dibs with indifference. Not wanting to give her the benefit of thinking she cared enough to act out.

Dibs knew what Ettore was.

And still, relinquished her fellow woman to him. In pursuit of a fucked up, unethical experiment on a child.

"You may begin tomorrow. Share a cell if that is easier"

Fuck you, you old cunt.

You know 'he' will not wait a day.

"I will book in weekly appointments, to check your progress"

And I will cave your fucking face in.

It was difficult to say nothing.

She still didn't spare Ettore a look when she got up, slipping past Mink, who was stood still in complete shock. She used this brief moment with Mink blocking her body to slide a scalpel off the table and slip it into her pocket.

Boyse was verbally abusing Monte, stating that she wouldn't let him touch her.

Mink and Tchemy simply stared at one another from different ends of the room, resigned to it.

When she reached the door, his arm was across it.

She lifted her eyes to his, and saw what she expected. A smirk pulled at his lips, his features, sharp and defined, were exaggerated with the harsh clinical light. His otherwise blue eyes, were pushed to the edge with the black of his iris, glimmering.

Like an animal with a meal in front of it.

Unchained.

He leaned back, dropping his hand, to let her pass.

She almost didn't want to walk past him, like she'd be tangled in his vine like hold if she dared. As if he'd drag her beneath the depths and give her no air just to watch the way she clawed at her throat in desperation.

Even when she was walking down the hallway, to the toilets to be sick, she felt no respite. No sense of safety in being away from him.

She knew he'd be back for her.

That he'd let her go now, to play with her. Make her second guess if she was really safe.

It was dizzying, the dull tingle in her gut she got when she saw him now. Like being punched square in the face with your ears ringing, before your body falls limply to the ground with nothing to cushion your fall.

It was unclear if the tingle was a nice one or not. For the sake of her sanity, she hoped not.

They were expected to go about their daily duties as if nothing had happened.

As if their lives weren't going to be irreparably changed the following day.

Whereas before, she saw him everywhere.

She hadn't seen him once since the infirmary.

It was a blessing and a curse.

Not seeing him felt safe, grounded. And that perhaps on his hellscape of a ship, there was something to feel grateful for.

But not seeing him, not even hearing his footsteps, meant that there was anticipation there. A morbid suspence.

She knew what kind of man he was. Heard the rumours of what he'd done to women before, enough to land him in this hellhole.

Who was to say he wouldn't do the same, especially now he was given permission.

But not consent.

Perhaps that's the bit he liked.

Mechanically, she folded the clothes on top of the dryer as it shook violently back and forth, the clothes being tossed inside. The loud hum vibrated the air around her, filling the otherwise quiet space.

The laundry room was a place of respite. The light in there was broken, so it didn't have the same stark vibrancy as the others. It had a dull glow, making the room look as if it caught the sunset.

Those were the things she missed about Earth. The natural things like a sunset.

But she couldn't deny that seeing the stars in a certain way made her feel calm.

But it didn't last long.

She dropped the shirt she was folding when a large, male hand slapped over her mouth, tugging her body back to crash into his. Her first instinct was to fight back.

Her breath hissed quickly against his hand through her nose as she fought, fighting the urge to gag when she felt his breath waft on her neck as he spoke.

"Stay still or I'll break your fucking neck"

His voice was dark and low. Unlike anything she'd heard before.

He sounded like an animal.

Ettore had finally come for her.

He grunted and fought as she thrashed around, his other hand coming round to wrap around her chest to keep her arms from hitting him. But he couldn't keep her from wiggling out of his grasp, and she got one elbow free and hit his jaw with a crack.

"Fucking stupid cunt" he hissed, barely reacting and as soon as she turned he struck her across the face. It wasn't even the force of it that had her vision blur and ears ring, but the abruptness of it.

Ettore grips her face with an iron hold, his fingers digging painfully into her jawbone. Holding her in place, forcing the back of her head harshly against the wall and pressing himself against her.

Even in the orange hue of the room, he looked utterly terrifying, with no warmth to him whatsoever. Only his blond hair gave off some semblance of radiance.

There was that look again.

No colour to his eyes. His jaw tight with rage.

"Don't be a spoilsport. I'm the only entertainment you're likely to get around here" he grins, "Just let me take what I want and we call it even"

Her wide eyes feel like they're shaking looking at him. And while he's preoccupied pressing his erection against her clothed core, her hand rifles in her pocket, fingers wrapping around the scalpel she'd swiped earlier.

"And if you're lucky, I might be gentle" he smiles.

The smile doesn't falter when she reaches up and presses the blade, as small as it is, against his throat before he has a chance to close in on her.

In fact, he looks amused.

"That's cute"

She can hear the blood roaring in her ears. His fingers flex against her face.

She presses the blade flush to his skin, wondering what it would be like, what it would feel like, to slash his throat, and feel his thick, oily blood cost her arms and hands.

"You're out of your league, sweetheart"

"Don't fucking call me that" she says in return, the best she can when he holds her face.

Ettore smirks, "You have no idea what I'm capable of doing to you if you continue to challenge me"

She swallows.

In a way he's right.

She had no idea what he's capable of doing.

And she doesn't want to find out.

"Touch me again and I'll slit your fucking throat"

She laughs through his nose, his fingers slipping from her face, and she takes the first genuine breath she can, after a while of holding it.

He has a way of doing that.

"I look forward to it"

She's only aware of just how close he'd been when he's gone. His tall, broad form seemed to encompass hers entirely. His aura was like the deepest poison, sinking into every pore and crack there was, turning her insides.

He could have overpowered her.

He could have.

And as he slips out of the laundry room, his gleaming eyes looking back at her trembling form with her back pressed against the washing machine, a tiny slit against his neck bleeds where the blade was pressed.

He wipes it away with his thumb like a paper cut.

He said it himself.

'I like a little struggle'.

#ettore x oc #ettore high life #ettore imagine #ettore smut #ettore x reader #ettore #ettore x y/n #ettore x you #ewan mitchell #ewan mitchell characters #high life fanfiction #high life 2018 #high life movie #ettore fan fic #ettore fanfic #ettore fan fiction #ettore fanfiction #ettore fic

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 8 months

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‘realize’ for the word ask thingy!! -galaxy

I see this and I raise you:

Doll!Reader helping Ken realize that horses exist in Barbieland

..........

"You weren't kidding..we really did have horses here all along.."

"Glad you finally realized that, Ken." With a small chuckle, you turned back to your horse, taking the pink plastic brush to her mane as you gently combed through the fluff.

"There you go, girlie...how do you keep getting these knots, hm?" You cooed, to which she snorted in reply, seeming content.

All the while, Ken couldn't stop staring at you both in awe, still trying to process what he was seeing before his very eyes.

A horse in Barbieland.

If only he knew they existed here, too, before he decided to take over everything and reinvented patriarchy.

The one time you decided to come into town....was when this seemingly perfect paradise was rapidly transformed into "Kendom", where the Kens took over the dreamhouses and attempted to rewrite the entire constitution.

They attempted to brainwash you as they did other Barbies into servitude, but since you weren't a Barbie yourself...it didn't really work.

Yet Ken, aka Beach Ken who went to the Real World with Stereotypical Barbie and returned as a completely different person, tried convincing you to stick around, showing off all the horse-themed stuff he had.

Despite you being a doll literally centered around equine care, he kept talking over you, spouting nothing but inaccurate horse facts and firmly believing he knew more than you.

As far as he was aware..horses only existed in the Real World, where men rode them and owned them and were the ultimate symbols of manhood.

When he made a jab at your job and refused to believe it's your actual profession, you snapped and nearly ripped his horseshoe chain necklace off of him, embarrassing him in front of all the other Kens, before you called out to your horse.

His jaw dropped as he saw her appear out of nowhere, and you mounted her and glared at him, mockingly asking if he still believed they're only from the Real World. Then you galloped all the way back home, refusing to hear his response.

You haven't returned since, and he struggled to maintain his image as a manly and "cool" leader after that revelation was dropped on him like an anvil.

After all was said and done, and Barbieland was restored to its former glory, Ken decided to go look for you. After realizing that patriarchy didn't make him happy, he wanted to make amends (and see your horses, but mostly make amends) and admit that scorning your job was shitty.

He kept rehearsing what he was going to say during the long walk to your home....but ended up faltering at your doorstep, becoming an anxious wreck until you let him in.

You weren't inclined to, at first, although seeing as he no longer wore that stupid mink coat and instead had a tie-dye hoodie that said "I Am Kenough", you figured he finally had some sense knocked into him.

Plus, the fact that he walked all this way was surprising..until you remembered Kens didn't drive cars or use bikes.

Even so, it's obvious that he genuinely wanted to make things right.

So both of you talked for a while, with him concluding that he felt stressed and unsure of what to do with his life now that Barbie's out of the picture.

He felt like he didn't belong anywhere near her dreamhouse, and he wasn't ready to go back to the Real World anytime soon. He just felt...stuck.

You didn't have too many words to comfort him with, given you've never been there and you've never dealt with the complex human emotions he just started experiencing himself.

But you did know how to cheer him up.

So you took him outside to one of the fenced arenas at your ranch, whistling for your horse, and she came trotting over.

Ken was awestruck, watching you tend to the gentle creature as you finished brushing her mane. He stepped closer to the fence, unsure of what to do or what to say...or even if he was allowed to be this close.

However you could see the look in his eyes, and the hesitancy in his body language, and ultimately relented.

You couldn't stay mad at him for eternity.

"You can pet her if you wanna."

He blinked in surprise, before looking at your horse again and cautiously reaching out to her face. For a moment she stared at him, and the abrupt snort made him flinch away.

"I-I...don't think she likes me.." He frowned.

"It's okay, Ken. She only acts like that 'cuz you're reaching for her mouth and don't have any food. Here. Let me help."

You took his hand, ignoring the way he stared at you with a growing blush on his face while you guided him. But eventually his focus shifted back to the horse as he felt soft fur beneath his fingertips, eyes widening as he looked to see his hand resting just above her nose.

Her ears flicked to the side, though besides that..she didn't react in any hostile way.

He was in childlike amazement, gently petting her and brushing his fingers through her mane. And you stepped back, allowing the two to bond, before noticing the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah...this is just awesome. She's nothing like the ones on those stupid TVs we had."

"Nope. They can't compare to her." You chuckled, leaning against one of the posts with a warm smile. "She's the real deal."

#clanask #galaxy anon #barbie movie x reader #barbie x reader #ken x reader #ryan gosling ken #one word prompt

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anonymousmink · 1 year

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Do you have any personal favourite moments from ‘Holiday Crazies’ in particular? It always had me biting my fingernails in anticipation 😭 Lots of love!! ❤️

For me - and this is gonna sound messed up but it’s J/H so standard I guess - but yeah, for me it’s the night Harley gets her scar. Getting to write J experiencing actual emotions is always a treat and it’s such a pinnacle moment in their relationship. They’ve been in a kind of fluffy honey moon period after the break out and the scar scene was a chance to inject the reality of their relationship back into the story - it’s unbalanced, it’s unhealthy, but it’s quintessentially them.

(Also J stealing a Christmas tree from the high street from her, the night at Ozzy’s club, and any time I get to write Crane! 🥰)

Thanks so much for the ask! This really made my day!! (And made me realise again how much I miss these two *sob*)

#mink replies #mink post #jarley #joker x Harley #the imperfect art of madness #holiday crazies #mink writes

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aloysiavirgata · 2 months

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Tiny AU where they just have a normal baby 🥹

They name her Rosalind Elizabeth, after Franklin and Blackwell. She has a thatch of dark hair like the pelt of a mink. She has the kyanite eyes of a storm witch.

“They look like a nice Stilton,” Mulder observes, Scully’s breasts blue-veined over skin so plump and creamy even her baggiest sweatshirts have a seductive air.

She wrinkles her nose. “You’ve been out of the game for too long,” she says. “That’s hardly complimentary. Mold, honestly.”

“I’m a fun-guy,” he says, and Rosalind turns her head to hiccup with disdain.

Skinner holds the baby with surprising ease. “Eleven nieces and nephews,” he tells Mulder, who surveys his daughter for any sign of distress.

“This baby is especially discerning,” Mulder says. “She is highly refined.”

Skinner pokes Rosalind’s fat little frog belly.

She gurgles with appreciation, reaches for Uncle Walter’s tie.

“You can tell the difference can’t you, sweetheart,” Skinner asks warmly.

Mulder scowls as Rosalind coos in reply.

“Fuck,” Scully hisses at her tiny daughter. “Sweet merciful Christ, we’re weaning her.”

Rosalind drools past four razor-sharp teeth, onto her mother’s bare, bitten nipple. Then she wails in disappointment, in deprivation.

Mulder pops a pacifier into her perfect rosebud mouth, watches her impossibly long lashes flutter against her cheeks like butterflies on Calimyrna figs.

The baby hums a little, settles. Sleeps.

Mulder nuzzles against the salt-caramel sweetness of her mother’s neck, his palm soothing the bleeding breast. “Sheriff Hartwell,” he murmurs into her pale throat. “I want a paternity test.”

“No,” Rosalind says sweetly to Uncle Byers. She pats his beard with fat starfish hands. “No.”

Frohike hoots. “Well, if that isn’t her mother’s daughter!”

Byers looks mournfully at his copy of the Junior Cryptids board book. “Rosie,” he says. “S is for Sasquatch.”

Rosalind beams back with a gummy smile. “Monkey,” she burbles.

Mulder holds her hand as she steps delicately across the grass.

Rosalind looks up at him, her hot chocolate hair a tumble of silken ringlets.

“Bye bye,” she says.

She releases his finger, staggers drunkenly towards her mother on the other side of the blanket.

“Daddy,” Rosalind observes. “Ma.”

She walks like Bambi on ice, like a coltish girl in her first high heels.

Mulder’s sinuses burn, his eyes are hot and wet as the deep-ocean thermal vents, where the most improbable life begins.

#msr #xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my fic #prompt #family fic #au #baby

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somanyratsinthewalls · 2 months

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Burning Hearts Chapter 11

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

WC: 3000

Taglist: @cottoncandyloverrrr @zoros-fourth-sword @nothing-but-brass

Burning Hearts Chapter 11: Coffee Break

— —

Law was a creature of habit. Your training begun every morning, Monday through Saturday, at 8 AM sharp in the clearing in the forest. It would end promptly at noon and the two of you would return to the base together for lunch. Law didn’t wear a watch, he was so meticulous that he could run his daily routine in his sleep.

The opposite of how you were. Your body was finally used to having a strict wake up time, but even then Ikkaku would often have to bust through your door and hoist you out of bed when you were feeling extra lazy. You missed your life on the Sunny with your friends, there was organized chaos every day. You could roll out of bed at 6 AM or noon, Sanji would make your favorite breakfast anyway. You could spend your days sparring with Zoro, doing makeup with Robin, or playing Go-Fish with Chopper… no one breathing down your neck about what to do and when…

“Why can Bepo talk?” You ask, trailing behind Law on your way back from training. It was a few days after your confrontation with him on the submarine and you had continued your training without addressing it again.

“What?” Law replies.

“He’s a bear… but he’s also like… a person? I’ve seen him swim so obviously it’s not a devil fruit situation…”

“You’ve never seen a mink?”

“A who now?”

“A mink? The people from Zou?”

“Nope.”

Law sighs.

“They’re a race of bipedal animal beings. History says humans evolved from them, we just became less hairy.”

“So everyone there is a polar bear?” You cock your head.

Law sighs again, frustrated.

“No. They’re all different mammals. How have you not heard of this? I thought you said your doctor was deer?”

“A reindeer. And no, Chopper’s a real reindeer, he just ate the Human-Human fruit.” You respond.

“Hmm… Interesting.”

Several more minutes pass with no sounds except the squelching of your boots in the mud underneath you as you made you way back to compound. Law glances back at you.

“So… ah..” Law begins, uncomfortably. “Do you like to have coffee?”

You furrow your brow.

“Like… in general? Do I enjoy coffee?” You respond, confused.

“No, shit, I mean like…” Law stumbles over his words. This was very much not like the composed, mysterious pirate captain you trained with. “What I mean is, do you want to have a coffee later? In my office.”

Those last words almost looked like they pained him to get out.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh! Well I…” You begin.

“I got some books when we went to town the other day, I want to show you a few things from them. It might help with developing your devil fruit ability.” Law quickly interrupts.

“Right, well… it’s tomato season so I’ve got a bunch of work to do in the garden, then I’ve got kitchen duty for dinner… but if you can put one of the guys on dishes I think I can stop by afterwards.”

“I can do that.”

— —

“Daisyyyy! Shachi is hogging the sandwiches!”

You spin around with a grilled cheese in your mouth.

“Shachi if you don’t let that plate go I’m going to set you on fire!”

“Jeez, okay mom.” Shachi rolls his eyes and passes the plate of sandwiches to Penguin.

You wolf down the rest of your dinner and pour a hefty bowl of soup to set on a little tray. You place a spoon and a napkin on the tray. You ball up the dishtowel on your shoulder in your hands and throw it at Shachi’s head.

“Your greedy ass is on dish duty tonight, I have a meeting.”

“Oh a meeting?” Ikkaku raises an eyebrow over her bowl of soup.

“Yes a meeting to make sure your captain doesn’t die of scurvy and malnutrition. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You push out of the galley with the tray of soup and head to Law’s office.

Upon reaching his door, you knock with your heel due to your hands being full. The door cracks open with some unseen force… oh yeah.. the room thing…

“Supper’s on!” You smile while pushing the door open with your shoulder. You see Law at his desk with stacks of old, coverless tomes surrounding him. The books had notes crudely shoved into certain pages. He looks up from the text briefly to beckon you into his office further. You set the bowl of soup and a spoon in front of Law on his desk after folding up the book he was actively reading.

“Eat. You’re borderline skeletal.” You meet his eyes then nod towards the food.

Law hums and picks up the bowl.

“Its tomato and egg soup, I grew the tomatoes myself and I added some white pepper and ginger. Tell me if you think it’s-“

Law gulped down the entire bowl in a few seconds and wiped his mouth with his hand. He placed the empty bowl back down on his desk. You raised your brow in surprise.

“Gods when was the last time you ate?”

“Hmm… yesterday?” Law grabs one of the books from his many stacks and opens to a marked page.

“These are texts on medieval creatures. It’s not devil fruits, but it might help us figure out what you’re capable of. If you look here- wait. I promised you coffee, didn’t I?”

You smile a little.

“That you did.”

“Well, excuse me then.” Law stands, shut the book and moves towards his coffee maker in the corner of his office.

As Law fiddles with his espresso machine, you take the time to get a good look around the room. You had barely spent any time in here so you wanted to see what Trafalgar Law, Surgeon of Death keeps in his safe space. It was bookshelves, mostly. The antique wood of the bookcases and the worn leather and suede of the furniture was sure a stark contrast to the cold steel flooring and walls. Everything was meticulously clean and organized, except there were tiny little human touches that didn’t go unnoticed by your. His wastebasket was full of empty shrimp-chip bags, crushed energy drink cans, and salt water taffy wrappers. This must be what he lives on when you don’t force him to eat.

“For a doctor, your diet sucks.” You chuckle as Law returns to the desk with two cups of coffee in hand. He hands you one and sits back down in his desk chair. He smirks.

“I forget about food.”

“That’s insane.”

“Is it?”

“Food is… so important! It fuels your body! Your brain! You can’t live off caffeine and carbs… but I think you know that, doc.”

Law rolls his eyes. “Thank you for the soup.” He opens a drawer in his desk and roots around before pulling out a small bottle of whiskey. He pours a shot or two into his coffee before handing you the bottle.

“Is this a good idea, after what happened the last time we drank together, Mr Trafalgar?” You smile cheekily at him before grabbing the bottle and pouring some into your cup of coffee.

Law blushes. Oh gods you had never seen him blush before. He was quite adorable when he was flustered…

Law makes a hand gesture as if it say “shut up” and cracks his book open again.

“A wyvern is much like a traditional dragon… scales, breathing fire, long tail, but the difference, as you know would be the wings. It’s clear you’ve harnessed quite a few of these attributes, but you’ve failed to unlock your full Zoan form. I think if you look at these pictures and notes, you might find some information that might help you.”

You look down at the dusty page. It was filled with vicious, fire breathing dragons ripping the heads off unsuspecting villagers.

“I…. I don’t know if I was to be just like… that…” You point down at the page.

“Of course not. That’s why you need to learn to control yourself and your abilities before you assume your final form and-“

“So I have to stop accidentally burning your eyebrows off?” You interject.

“That would be appreciated, yes.” Law responds, playfully annoyed. “Once you can burn my eyebrows off on purpose, we can move forward.”

You snort-laugh into your spiked coffee. Was he funny? Or was it the whiskey talking? First you think he’s cute, now you think he’s funny? Was it a full moon? Were you finally losing it?

“What’s with all those newspapers?” You take another sip of your drink and stand up. You walk towards the stack of old newspapers at the bottom of one of Law’s bookcases.

“It’s not for the newspapers. It’s for the comics.”

You nod your head down and give him a look.

“The comics?”

“Sora, Warrior of the Sea. It’s the greatest comic ever made. I have ever single issue ever made.”

“hmm… never heard of it.” You say as you flip through the stack.

“What? You’ve never heard of Sora? Stealth Black? It’s been running in the WENP for years.” Law asks.

“Nope, nothing rings a bell.”

“Grab the bottom one. Bring it here.”

You oblige and carefully pull Issue 1 from the bottom of the stack of papers. You bring it over to Law’s desk and he flips open immediately to the beginning of the comic strip. “See look, this is Sora. He’s a marine hero, and he fights against Germa 66. He’s got this robot here, see?”

Law points at the comic on the page and you listen intently. As he explains the years long lore of this fictional hero, you notice a certain sparkle in the pirate captain’s eye. He wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the figures on the crusty old newspaper page with awe and splendor. You listened for what felt like ages about this nerdy comic strip, but you were mesmerized at the sight of Law finally showing interest in something.

“So who is this guy?” You point at a character on the page.

“Good question, this is a new character in this chapter so… wait you’re actually listening?” Law turns to finally meet your gaze.

“… yes? Why would I not be?” You cock your head.

“I-I just thought you’d be.. bored… or something..” Law still looks at the page.

“I’m not bored. I’ve never read this before. It’s interesting. Can we read one more? Tomorrow’s Sunday… no bed time, am I right?” You ask.

“O-Of course! If you want to!” Law quickly moves from his desk and grabs Issue 2 from the stack. He hurries back to his desk and opens up to the first comic panel.

“I-If you really want to see the art, you can move your chair over here…” Law scoots his desk chair over to make space for you on his side of the desk.

You oblige and move your chair to the other side of the desk so that you and Law were sitting shoulder to shoulder. He points to a character in the comic. “So if you see here…”

Law rambles through the entirety of the comic book with great interest. You alternate looking from the page to his shining face as he smiles, explaining the deep lore behind the story. You had never seen Law so impassioned about anything, let alone a nerdy piece of print media. The hour was drawing late and you yawn involuntarily.

“Hey, you should get to bed. You worked hard today.” Law closes the old newspaper.

“Hm. Thanks. You know I really want to hear more about Sora. Maybe we can read more another time?” You ask.

“R-really? I mean.. Yes. We can do that. Enjoy your day off.” Law replies with wide eyes.

“Goodnight, Law.” You smile as you head towards the door of Law’s office.

“Goodnight.”

You shut the cold steel door behind you and return to your room. Halfway through trudging through the base you realize you had a stupid grin plastered across your face. It was so fascinating to see such an uptight and cold man let loose and info dump about his special interests. He liked superhero comics. How were you supposed to ignore how cute that was?

You sigh and push open the metal door to your room.

“Well, well, well.”

“Ah!” You jolt in surprise.

“It’s 12:30 AM. Where were you, miss girl?” Ikkaku cocks her head as she closes the gossip magazine she was reading while lounging on top of your bed.

“I-I told you I had a meeting!” You respond defensively.

“Alone? With the captain? Until the wee hours of the morning? Hmm?”

“OK don’t ‘miss girl’ me! He had some books he needed to show me!” You unzip your jumpsuit and start to brush your hair out for bed.

“That man doesn’t let anyone in his office for more than 10 minutes, let alone several hours! What the hell were you talking about!” Ikkaku asks you in an accusatory fashion.

“Oh my GODS, nothing! He wanted me to learn about my devil fruit powers and we got side tracked talking about that weird comic he likes!”

“Sora?”

“Yes, Sora. The Sea Warrior guy.”

“Damn.” Ikkaku opens up the magazine again and looks down.

“What?”

“He didn’t tell us about his boy-crush on Sora for YEARS! And you’re already reading it with him after a few months? You think I’m stupid?”

“What do you mean? Of course I don’t think that!”

“He likes you. Clearly. Do you like him?” Ikkaku cuts straight to the point.

“I… I don’t know yet.” You sit down on the bed next to her as you stripped yourself of your clothes. Ikkaku wraps an arm around you.

“And that’s okay. Just… be careful. You’ve been through enough, I’d hate to see you get your heart broken too.”

You sigh, relaxing into your pillows.

“I know… Hey… please don’t tell anyone about this, okay?” You look at her.

“of course.” Ikkaku holds out her pinky to you and you smile and hook it with your own. You press your foreheads together and laugh.

“Shit, if he starts getting laid it might be a lot more chill around here.”

You smack Ikkaku on the shoulder and the both of you fall into a fit of laughter.

— —

The next morning you wake up at your own pace, thrilled to not have to train. You throw on some sweatpants and decide it’s time to get some breakfast. As you swing open the door to your stateroom you notice an ugly, dirty glass vase filled with marigolds and coneflowers at your doorstep.

You lean down and pick up the bouquet. It was put together haphazardly, but you recognized the blooms. These were from your garden. You pick up the arrangement and bring it to your nose, inhaling its fresh airy scent. You turn back and place the flowers on your vanity before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

Ikkaku was at the stove making rice and eggs. You come up behind her and pinch her hip.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, sunshine!” Ikkaku turns her head and smiles at you. “I made a plate for you and one for the captain. Can you drop it by his room?” She smirks.

You roll your eyes.

“Yes ma’am.” You grab both plates and head to Law’s office.

Once reaching his door you shout instead of knocking.

“Chow time, Cap!”

The door opens and you push yourself in.

Law raises his head from his desk and clears it from the medical journals he was reading.

“Good morning.” You smile.

“Good morning, back.” Law looks at the plate you placed in front of him. “Guessing you weren’t on kitchen duty this morning?”

You laugh.

“Ikkaku makes a fine breakfast, you’re just getting spoiled.”

The two of you eat breakfast in silence for awhile.

“Y-You saw the flowers?” Law stutters out in between mouthfuls of rice.

“I did. They’re lovely.” You smirk. “So you snuck out into my garden and picked my flowers to give them to me?” You ask with a playful smile.

“T-that’s… the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.. when you say it like that…” Law puts his fork down and rubs his eyes. Your heart pangs with sympathy. The man had tried.

“Hey, it’s the thought that counts. I loved them.” You finish your plate of food.

Law still doesn’t meet your gaze.

“Thank you for breakfast.” He says while finishing his plate.

“Thank you for the flowers, Law.” You picked up his plate and stacked it with yours. Before grabbing the tableware you make your way around Law’s desk.

You grab Law’s cheek in one hand and lean forward to kiss his other cheek. You let your lips linger on his skin before pulling back. Law freezes.

You take the dishes out of his office and back to the kitchen to clean. As you wash the dishes, you can’t help but worry… were you really going to get involved with this man? This relationship would have an expiration date… would that be fair to either of you? Did you care? He made butterflies erupt in your chest simply by being vulnerable… there was no denying that you felt something from that kiss, too. The noise in your head was too loud. It was time to take your red satchel and head out to the garden shed…

Authors Note:

chapter 11! it's here! If you guys have suggestions on where you want this to go from here, I'd love to hear them! I have a few thoughts floating around but I'm open to suggestion! Law is just such an awkward loser nerd in my head that's why I simply have to write him as one. (He might close the deal soon thought hehehehe)

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rinbowaman · 8 months

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Pairings: HS x Y/n, Jake x Y/n, Sunghoon x Y/n (three different y/n's)

Warnings: Non-con, straight up non-con turned to dub con smut. Mentions of rape, kidnapping, imprisonment, stalking, and bullying. There are time skips and relapses, male leads dip in and out of memory. This is chapter four of The Otherside (TO) series pinned on my homepage. Male leads (HS, Jake, and Sunghoon are not good guys) this is not how i see them, this is merely all fiction and fantasy for the sake of the story.

The train continues to make the stops at every destination point. Jake watches you as he notes your lack of attention in your surroundings, how careless for someone who was so adorable, so pretty and delicate, yet had the feistiness of a panther. You looked up to see that the next stop was one you had to get off at. Preparing to exit, you stand upright from your seat and grab hold onto the rails, waiting for the train to come to a complete pause in its momentum.

Remaining nonchalant, yet closely nearby and ready to exit right after you, the young man finds himself too infatuated with your mannerisms and features. It was as if you had bewitched him. Watching you leave the train, he follows after you undetected, managing to keep you within his sights. There was something about you, aside from your rightful stance in providing justice to that poor girl that was harshly bullied, Jake had an inkling, an urge to see more of you. Trailing off on a long walk, passing by numerous food vendors and a labyrinth of crowded figures that practically drowned you from his sight, he kept his focus to stay behind.

A local boutique catches your eye, and you decided to make a stop in. It was a shop that sold specialized items for aromatherapy, the wonderful scented candles and the beauty of home decor items was something you took pleasure in viewing, so why not do a little window shopping?

Walking in, you took your time to admire the beautiful wax figurines, the glass bowls, and the marble statues while also partaking in sniffing the wide variety of candles the store offered. Observing you, Jake softly smiles to himself as his eyes remained locked on. How precious were you, finding comfort in something so simple, yet you deserved everything and much more, for what you did for that girl.

His eyes began to trail as he kept his distance and remained close by.

".....I wonder.......was this it?.....Was this what he talked about....when he first saw her?...."

Admiring the way you dragged your finger tips along the series of faux mink blankets, his mind goes back and picks up on the memory of when he had visited Heeseung's apartment....shortly after he got her.

*Knock knock*

“Oh, is that Sunghoon?” Jake exclaims as he turns over towards the door.

“Yeah I’m sure that’s him.” Heeseung replies back, making his way to the door and disabling the locking feature using the finger pad.

“Hey yo! The fun has arrived!” Sunghoon greets with a smile as he walks in with his arms spread wide, displaying a wide grin with abnormally sharp canines. Jake and Heeseung merely chuckled as they took turns in greeting their friend.

“Ah the vampire has finally arrived. How you doing man?” Jake nodded up as Sunghoon sat on the barstool next to him, exchanging a handshake with a shoulder bump and partial hug, the two continued to converse. “I’ve been good man, how have you been?” Sunghoon responds as he pats Jake on the back. Heeseung digs into the fridge and takes out a drink, places it on the counter and slides it over. “Ah! Muchos Gracias!” Sunghoon exclaims as he pops the cap open from the bottle. “So, is tonight the night we get to meet the her?” Sunghoon chuckles before taking a gulp of his drink, Jake joining in on the laugh.

“Yeah. Actually let me go see if she’s awake right now.” Heeseung smirks out as he tosses an olive in his mouth and takes his momentary leave. Entering the massive bedroom, he avoids flipping on the light switch, seeing as he left the lamp on to give the room a dimmed appearance so that your eyes would gently acclimate to its surroundings when you woke back up.

“Baby?...You awake?” He softly speaks out as he walks over and crawls onto the bed, hovering over you. “Or are you still worn out from earlier? Hmm? " he scoffs as he licks the base of your neck and traces the tip of his tongue up to your jawline. "My girl......taking me so well....you make me so happy."

Hearing his words made you flinched, it was a harsh reminder of the many times he took you, despite your crying pleas for him to stop……it had only been a few days since he took you away….and yet, the amount of times he ravished your body….it was far too much, more than you ever experienced in your entire lifetime. You weren't necessarily waiting for marriage, dabbling in on a couple of boyfriends in the past, yet you had always remained frugal and reserved with you went into bed with. The moment this man took you the first night upon 'rescuing' you from your initial kidnapper, you felt the horror sense of shame and guilt as you were helpless to stop him....a man who you had never met or seen before, taking you, over and over again.

“God damn you’re so pretty…….” He whispered as he admired your face.

You remained stoic and unresponsive, what could you possibly say after being kidnapped for a second time, repeatedly raped and bound to this man’s room.

“Aww…don’t be that way baby…you still mad about earlier? Come oooon…..we both know you enjoyed it. Remember how good I made you feel?” His hand slid down, in between your breast and found its way under the hem of your dress, smoothing his palm over your bareness, he had ripped off your undergarments from the first time he had you, and never bothered to replace them as he kept enjoying himself with you. Much to your ever lasting shame, you would never admit it openly, but there was truth in his words….he did get you to feel good…too good….it was the most pleasure you’ve ever felt….you never knew pleasure existed until he forced it on you. You tried to reason with yourself mentally, noting that it couldn’t be helped, you were only human, and your body merely reacted to what he was doing to you…..but…..did he really have to remind you?.....

Earlier that day…..

“Ugh! Ssssssstop! Stop! Please stop! I….I don’t want this…..”

Ignoring your words, he performs his usual activity of four play as he lays down a trail of soft kisses on to your nude body, starting with your breasts. How you grew to hate the sound and sensation of his mouth latching on to your nipple, with his tongue flickering back and forth, coating you with his saliva.

“Stop! Stop! Get off! Don’t! Please dont do this! Not again.....”

Without breaking his momentum, he remained focused on delivering his oral fixation onto your areola with sensually shut eyes. His free hand made its way around the back of your neck, softly stroking his thumb up and down on your soft skin while the others gently tapped along the side of your neckline.

“S….stop……..mmmmm…please…” you started to moan out, your tone was less harsh and you began to whimper out your pleads versus sobbing them out. Your body instinctively arched up as your back separated itself from the mattress, pinning your rear harshly as your head tilts back and your mouth gasp wide open, releasing out a prolonged moan of pleasure the moment you felt his tongue drift lower….and lower……and even lower.

The warmth of his tongue makes its way onto the flat surface of your skin, right above your slit. With the same flickering motion he applied to your breasts, he taps against your clit, administering slow licks from bottom to top, right over your center. His free hand never leaves the back of your neck, it remained there, constantly rubbing your skin to gently ease you into a state of relaxation, cooing you out of your fears and objection as you started to succumb to the pleasures of euphoria from how he was orally loving on your soft spot.

“Oh my God! Please!” You harshly whimpered out in a whistling tune as you continued to arch your back, yet the restraints on your wrist and ankles that bounded you to the bed frame only allowed you to move so much. Feeling his tongue gently shoving itself inside you, rotating as he explored you once again, he taps the tip against your inner walls and softly sucks onto the skin each time he pulls away, only to reengage once more.

With his hand, he gently separates your two folds, and buries his tongue back in between them. Noting your whimpering display of pleasure, he became even more diligent in giving you his all….

“Yeah?.....You like that baby?” Harshly licking from bottom to top, he gently inserts two fingers inside as he starts to softly thrust them in and out, all the while the tip of his tongue traced tiny circles on the very surface of your clit.

“UGH!!! Wait!!....ssssssss……stop………ugh….please…”

“Come on baby, tell me how good I make you feel….”

Increasing the pace of his fingers, the squelching sounds of your moisture matched with the friction of his skin rubbing in and out of you filled the room. Before you knew it, your body was producing more fluids than you had realized, leaving you no choice but to allow it to gush out slowly as it coats his entire hand, his wrist even. The hot temperature of the liquid oozing out as he forced it back in and right back out with his fingers had stimulated your body as you felt the warmth of his fingers thrusting in and out.

“uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh! ooooh my God please!”

You moaned out and couldn’t contain yourself anymore….this…..was only human nature, you had no choice. Its not like you wanted this, you were very clear in verbally stating that. Its not your fault that he wouldn’t listen….that he wouldn’t honor your wishes….that he decided to do it all against your will……..it’s not your fault that he did it so good……that he was making you feel like the most desired and the most yearned….he made you feel so good…..so pleasurable.

“its….its not my…….even if I…….its not…..because I really want it….its because….he…..he……he…….”

Your mental thoughts come to a halt as you watch the handsome man continue to make love to your womanhood with his mouth, his eyes shut as he sensually took his time to give you pleasure that caused your eyes to roll back, and your toes to curl in, you couldn’t help it when he gasped out a heaving breath as he tells you....

“Come on baby…..come on…..”

“Ugh!....I’m cumming!!” you yelped out as you screamed out a moan of pleasure and felt yourself release, all of which took your breath away and caused your body to jerk uncontrollably.

Rolling your hips back and forth, your body yearned for more…..it yearned for him......you hated yourself for feeling that way but it was the most real feeling you ever experienced.

“Its not my fault….its not me……..its not me………I don’t want this…I really don’t want this…….but my body….i….i cant help…..i cant help it….”

Kneeling in between your legs, cupping your slit as he feels the waves of your hips dipping and rising from the immense pleasure, he leans in and gives you a deep kiss…..and you took it…..you received it……and you gave it right back.

Moaning into his mouth, the combination of your saliva seeps from the corners of your mouth, the sweet scent of your body's product penetrates your nostrils as it stains his lips. Breaking the kiss, he speaks against your lips ever so softly....it was sickening.....yet so addictive. You felt turmoil as you found yourself in a state of self loathe and desiring more of him.

“You want it?” he softly asks, his lips tapping against yours as he spoke.

Shaking your head, you turned your face away…..he already knew….he had known since the first time he took you….because he remembered how you reacted…how you moaned and screamed in pleasure and returned his kisses. How you wiggled your wrists, desperately trying to break free just so you could wrap them around his neck and pull him close as you felt the throbbing pants of pleasure beating every inch of your physical sense.

He knew…yet he found the need to taunt you by asking….already knowing the answer.

“Tell me baby….i wanna hear it. Tell me…..you want it. Say it.....tellme that you waaaaaaant it.”

The aching throbs in between your legs were relentless. Your center core beneath your folds needed to be plunged…it needed him. As much as you hated yourself for doing it, you responded….

“Y-yes….yes…….” with your face still turned away, you couldn’t bear to look at him when you admitted your answer. If you had the chance……if you had the means…you would have escaped….gone far away from him…..and never look back. You didn’t ask for this, nor did you seek it…..yet he made you want it….and that feeling…it grew…more and more vibrant as each day went by.

Gasping against your lips, he exhales slowly and whispers as he sadistically chuckles….

“Heh…my girl…….my fucking girl……lets give you what you want, hmm?” reengaging the kiss, he slowly enters inside and started off slow….deep…..and tender……responding to your moans, he smirks into his kiss….

“Yeah baby…..let me take care of you….let me love you…..let me fuck you….forever.”

“Come on….you know you liked it…..what? You need a reminder? Hmm?” leaning in, he forcefully kisses you, shoving his tongue inside your mouth.

You remained aloof, not once returning his affections as you had done earlier.

“Its not like I wanted to….he forced himself on me…I have to get out of here…I have to escape…..I can’t be here with his deranged lunatic…….”

Shaking your head in response to his offer, you harshly turned your face away and remained emotionless with your expression. Chuckling, he notes your manners and shrugs it off.

“Okay…..not right now, but I’ll have you begging for it again….later.” with a soft grin, he admires your hair and gently shifts each piece aside and away from your face.

“Got some friends over. Wanna bring you out so you can meet them. You gonna behave? No trying to break free like last time, otherwise I'll have to keep you chained up like this….” Tapping on the chains and cuffs that held your wrists and ankles in place, he raised a brow as he stared right into you, biting down on his lip.

“I have no problems in keeping them off…but you gotta be good and not go near the door…..and no touching the finger pad either. You broke it the last time.” He teases as he nuzzles his face against your cheek, placing a tender and squeaky kiss on it. “You promise to behave for me, baby?”

You nodded in response, you had no choice but to abide by his rule, given his friends would aid him and limit your ability to escape had you tried anything, yet the real reason you agreed was because you had become overwhelmingly desperate in getting out of the chains and off this bed. Your limbs were starting to ache and you needed the release of freedom as you felt yourself rotting while you were forced to remain on the bed for hours.

“Okay, we’ll see…” he chuckles, reaching over for his key and unlocking the cuffs attached to each chain, he softly caresses your cheek as he spoke. “Go ahead baby, stretch it out.”

You slowly shifted and rolled away from his hovered frame, the joints and muscles in your arms and legs felt sore…incredibly sore. Not to mention, the soreness in between your thighs was a lot more pungent now that you were able to move, it hardly felt this painful when you simply laid stagnant in bed.

Caving your chest in as you cuffed your hands in between your legs, curving your back as you slightly whimpered in pain, he crawls over to your side and cradles you in his arms.

“Shhh….its okay baby…..we’ll take a break for a few days….hmm? Just don’t misbehave because otherwise…I’m going to have to punish you again.”

He sighs out as he stands up and extends his hand out to you. Begrudgingly, you took it as you remained facing away and wincing in annoyance at his loving display of compassion. Leading you by a strong grip, he cradles you against his chest and lovingly kisses your neck as he presents you to Jake and Sunghoon.

“Baaaaaaby…..say hello to my friends, hmm?” Admiring your side profile as he continues to hug you from behind, he tilts his head and places another peck on your cheek, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Jake.” The young handsome man smirked out. He also displayed a habit of biting down on his lip, or so it would appear as he issued his greeting.

“Hi, I’m Sunghoon. Its nice to finally meet you.” the other man greets, issuing a gentle wave.

“Say hi baby……you shy?” burying his face into your neck, he continues to tease “you shyyyyyyyy baby? My baby girl shy?” Standing with a lifeless expression, our body motionless and lacked any sort of ounce to live on. You felt the sting of fresh tears forming in your eyes. You hated this….all of it. Why did you…of all people, had to be kept against your will like this? What did you ever do? You were always kind, thoughtful, and did your best to help others. Why were you being punished into being forced to live in this apartment, and forced to ‘love’ this man who claims that you were his everything. Why? Why did this have to happen to you?

............

Finishing the thought process of his memory in meeting Heeseung's girl, Jake adoringly admires you as you finished up and checked out. Purchasing a couple of candles, you held onto the gift bag as you slightly swung it while walking jovially back home. Following you, Jake couldn't help but display a soft smile as he grew to yearn more of you. His eyes remained focus on your frame from behind, when suddenly a dark shadow from the side appeared.

With his smile disappearing, Jakes countenance was replaced with a rather vicious look as he recognize the gleam in the man's eye. The man himself, he didnt know, but what he was familiar with, was the way the man looked at you......craved you.......watched you as he looked around and blended in with small crowd as he follows you, cutting in front of Jake not knowing that he too, had been following.

................

"Better to be the sheep, rather than the hunter.

For even though his luck ran high, his smile growing deep,

He knows not what is present, unlike the watchful sheep.

While he crawls closely to the herd,

Gaining distance, while falsely lured.

The sheep all aware, by the scent and sound,

Of the watchful Lion, that prowls low to the ground.

For though the sheep may be gentle and easy,

They knew from careful senses, that danger was afoot.

Merging away, the sheep disappear, while the hunter stands confused on foot.

And there is the Lion, ready to kill.

The poor hunter, outdone by his own sought out thrill."

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Twenty

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Twenty: Minks and Vivre Cards

A prickle enters into your skin, fine pointed metal paving its way with a certain grace the cut of a sword could never imitate. You look down to your doctor, observing the wide-eyed focus on his face as his hooves graze over your skin.

It’s too early for him to have found any life-saving cures, you’re aware; since the Shaman’s planned attack, it’s only been two days since you set sail from their island - so, as you lay idly in the ship’s medic cabin, your curiosity gives way over to Robin who sits at Chopper’s desk, her spine curling consumingly over the stolen tome.

If the serum isn’t entirely a cure, and Chopper’s confident enough to enter it into your system, then you can deduce that this isn’t just some experiment. You stare at the milky liquid as it slowly spills out from the syringe and into you.

“You’ve found a way to slow it down,” you softly remark, urging Chopper’s eyes to flicker onto yours. With a pursed mouth, he nods in confirmation before starting towards his desk.

“From what Robin’s deciphered so far, you transformation doesn’t seem to be…humane. You’ve heard of Minks before, right?”

You nod. “Sure. We have strong ties to…”

You stop yourself, recognising that, still, no one aboard this ship is aware of you or your Gramps’ real identity. How do you even bring up that line of conversation at this point of the journey? Hey, I’m actually from Wano, and I’m not just anybody from Wano; I’m the granddaughter of the former Shonen! The old man you’ve become pretty close to? Yeah, that’s him! Not only that, but he’s also the father to Oden! But then... there's a chance that, if you were to say those exact words to them, they might just stare back at you blankly. You're not sure whether they even know about a place called Wano, or about Oden – it’s not like they’ve debriefed you on every single journey they’ve been on. Perhaps you should go through Robin’s logbooks which she’s so kindly offered in passing, just to make sure…

You pause, averting your gaze from Chopper’s back, not knowing how to save yourself from your slip up. He turns around, a questioning look settling on his face.

“Sorry, I don’t think I heard that right,” he sheepishly says.

Robin behind him casually flips over to another silver-dusted page, her fingers tracing ever so slightly over the scripture.

“I think she said that Hitetsu-sama has taught her about Minks,” Robin smoothly replies, her eyes glued to the page.

The revelation hits you like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping away any semblance of composure you’d managed to maintain.

Your neck snaps to her direction, eyes widening. She knows.

She knows that’s not what you actually said. Why…why did she just do that? Keep your your identity hidden? How much does she know about you, your history, your lineage? And why hasn’t she mentioned it to anyone before? Panic bubbles up within you, threatening to spill over, but you clamp down on it with all your strength.

If you’re recalling correctly, Robin has always referred to Suki as ‘san.’ This is the first time she’s ever used ‘sama’ when talking about him; surely, that means she knows who he is. Who you are. His importance.

You meet Robin's gaze, searching for any hint of recognition in her steady eyes. But all you find is a calm, composed facade, her expression giving nothing away.

"Yes, that's right," you manage to choke out, your voice betraying none of the shock consuming you. "Hitetsu-sama... has taught me a lot about Minks."

It’s not a lie; not really. The day you both immigrated from Wano in Suki’s exceptionally hand-crafted raft was when you had your first lesson about two very important topics – Minks, and Vivre cards.

“The Minks are our lifelong allies, Raya…but we prefer to call them family. This,” he says, displaying a wriggling piece of paper wedged in between his two fingers, “is how we get to them.”

You remember it so dearly. Climbing up on Zunesha’s offered bowing leg, being welcomed by a bunch of wide furry arms, their devoted insistence on treating you both as royalty although you both had willingly revoked that title in purpose of seeing the rest of the world.

You remember their electric glow when the whole moon bid its hello once a month, soft fur running through your hands as they’d carry an eight-year-old you on their backs, uncontrollably laughing when they’d nuzzle your sensitive neck and lick your face clean.

You remember befriending two brother bears, one the same age as you, the other a little older. Following them around in the jungle as they’d run excitedly to show you their favourite fishing spots. Their personalities - so gentle, so wide-eyed, so warm. You wonder what they’re doing now.

And although your stay on Zunesha was only for a few months – the main reason for being there in the first place was to learn more about the outside world – those very few months were some of the best highlights of your childhood.

You wonder about them, hoping that all is well - not only the Minks but also for Zunesha.

You miss petting his thick skin, where it would lay bare in between places that were unoccupied by Minks. He’d talk to you, ask you about your thoughts, and even mention your relation to Oden.

Normally, you hated being seen as merely a blood relative to the almighty Oden - to be spoken to only because of who he was and not who you are. But with Zunesha, it was different – his question was was so passively said that sometimes you forget that he even asked it.

Only once did the ancient mammal question your bloodline, and when you curtly affirmed his suspicions, he accepted the response and moved on without asking for more.

You snap out of your daze; a faint smile plays on your lips as you look over at Chopper who’s busy sterilizing his equipment.

“Minks...what about them?”

“When Minks transform under the lunar cycle, it's tough for them to go back to normal,” Chopper explains. You nod your head already knowing this, fingers gripping over the medical bed rail. “They lose all sense of control.”

"Yeah," Chopper confirms. "When we first met them, I made a serum to help slow down their transformation. It gave them more time to think straight, and most of them could either stop changing completely or stay in control even while transformed."

“So, if we assume that whatever’s in my blood isn’t humane, it could be…” Your eyes widen, now putting all the pieces together. “Just…just what am I?”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Robin murmurs thoughtfully, fingers over her lips.

Chopper nods, a reassuring smile on his face. “If the serum works on you, then what we’re suspecting is correct.”

You swallow. “And if it doesn’t?”

“Entirely harmless to humans. Your cells will attack it pretty quickly without you even realising it happening.”

Suddenly, the ship shudders and rattles under an unexpected disturbance. An earth-quaking groan thrums from beneath your feet, toppling over the chairs and books in the room. Desperately, your sweating fingers grasp onto the metal rail of the medical bed, your heart pounding in your chest; Chopper's scream of confusion echoes in the cramped cabin, mingling with the crash of glass vials and the milky liquid that spills across the floor.

Amidst the chaos, Robin's calm presence offers a semblance of stability, her arm sprouting beside you to steady you against the violent lurch of the ship. But even as you struggle to regain your footing, a wild shout from outside the cabin pierces the air, followed by Luffy's unmistakable voice, filled with uncontainable excitement.

"What's happening?" you breathe, your eyes darting between Chopper, Robin, and the door, where the sounds of commotion spill in from the deck.

Robin's lips curl into a knowing smile as she peers through the small porthole, amusement dancing in her eyes. "It seems we have visitors," she announces, her voice tinged with anticipation.

You hear Luffy wildly cheer again, and then shout out for the rest of you guys to join. Chopper jumps up to Robin, hopping desperately to grab a view of the action.

“What is it, Robin?” Chopper desperately begs. “Let me see!”

With a firm push, she swings open the door, revealing a scene of surprise and chaos unfolding on the deck below. Chopper, his fur standing on end with excitement, darts past you, his eager cries mingling with Usopp's bright grin as they rush to join the fray.

As you step out onto the deck, your gaze falls upon the unexpected visitors, and your breath catches in your throat. There, standing amidst the chaos, is a polar bear clad in an orange jumpsuit

You swear you just felt your heart stop.

A polar bear. White fur, the same fur you’d run your hands through in awe. Flashes of him showing his favourite fishing spots on Zunesha. So gentle, so wide-eyed, so warm. What was his name? What was his brother’s?

“Bepo!” Chopper screams out, jumping on the massive bear.

Bepo. That was his name. Your mouth is wide open, the blood in your body running cold. And Zepo...That was his brother.

How…

Why… Why is he here? Where…?

But before you start spiralling into panic, your eyes catch onto the other figure that stands alongside dear Bepo, a sleep-deprived looking man who has his lips pursed firmly in irritation. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze fixed on Luffy with an intensity that sends a chill down your spine.

"Tora-o," Robin greets him over the banister with a raised eyebrow, her tone tinged with amusement. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

The man's gaze turns to Robin, and for a moment, there's a flicker of something in his eyes— a greeting, perhaps, or recognition. But then his expression hardens once more, and he meets her gaze with a steely resolve.

"Your ship broke my submarine," he says, dead-panned, his voice cutting through laughter.

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“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.” - 128 for Rio please🤭🩷

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♪ Por eso friki-friki-friki-friki-frik, friki-frik, frikitona ♪

The Latin blared loudly throughout the luxurious downtown Detroit loft. The vibration of the speakers bouncing off the walls. The home was filled to maximum capacity. Sweaty, half-naked bodies either grinding against one another or swinging off the various stripper poles located in the living room. Blue agave tequila bottles, cases of Corona beers, and sparkling white wines covered the marble countertops. The partygoer's skin had a pink hue to it due to the pink and red disco balls that shined down from the ceiling. Various neon-colored pills were scattered across the living room table beside used red solo cups. In the midst of the chaos, Epiphany sat on the sink in the master bathroom with her phone clutched in her hands.

〘𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢〙

As she awaited Rio's reply, the dancer helped herself to another sip of her Corona. The incoming 'ding' of a new message from her phone caused her to straighten up.

《𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍?》

She couldn't stop the smile that crept across her lips as the memory of him and his hauntingly beautiful eyes swept across her mind.

〘𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝟺𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐〙

After sending her location, Epiphany began drowning down the last few drops of her beer, and her friends barged into the bathroom. "¡Oye! ¿Dónde están los refrescos de la fiesta, huh?"Valentina asked. The Mexicana pulled her waist-length hair into a messy bun with her claw clip. The four girls behind her agreed with a simple 'yea!' in unison.

"The refreshments are coming any minute now." Epiphany replied. She impatiently refreshed her message box once again. Her attention then turned towards Valentina. "Yo, if Mario snorts any more coke he's gonna start needing little blue pills to have a good time."

"That happened about 200 lines ago." Valentina scoffed as their friends laughed.

"Guzmán is her prey tonight." Their mutual friend, Jasmine, joked.

"Mira, esta noche la luna está llena y mi cama está vacía y Guzmán está soltero y solo así que…" Valentina replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Which caused the ladies to giggle. {ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ғᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅ ɪs ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴢᴍᴀɴ ɪs sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ sᴏ…}

《500$ 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙》

A pleased smirk spread across Epiphany's lips, and she proceeded to send him a kiss emoji before jumping off the sink. "Our refreshments are here chicas." The girls cheered as Epiphany slipped on her mink fur coat. Her metallic-gold, rhinestone-studded bikini was no match for the Detroit midnight wind. As she made her way out of the bathroom and through the crowd, Epiphany's six-inch stilettos tapped against the floor. Her heartbeat sped up at the thought of seeing him. She wondered if he would be wearing a black button-down shirt like the night they'd met. Black usually made everyone look chic and classy. But for Rio, that color was made for him.

She daydreamed about him throughout the elevator ride downstairs. But, it wasn't the dark knight that awaited her. Instead, it was a shorter, more buff, heavily tattooed male that she Rio with at the strip club.

"Not who you were expecting?" Mick questioned as he took notice of Epiphany's raised eyebrow.

"You don't exactly look like Willie Wonka." She responded while digging into her pocket for the cash.

"I'm his brother." He replied monotonously as they traded goods.

The exchange humbled almost in audible chuckles before they went their separate ways. Time passed by slowly the moment that Ephipany and her friends were faced with the baggies of drugs they were faced with. Excitement filled their eyes as they sat together in the bathroom. Valentina cut semi-thick lines of cocaine across her iPhone with her Amex card. Epiphany passed around the Adderall while Maria refilled their flute glasses with tequila.

A few bangs upon the door caused the girls to flinch and caused one of them to yell, "Vete a la mierda pendejo!" Eventually, it did stop, and the group carried on with their fun. The moment the ivory-colored powder hit the roof of Epiphany's nostril, it was like she'd been shot with adrenaline. The familiar euphoric bliss that made her world go from average to sunshine and fucking rainbows. She drowned four lines without so much as a sniffle, and after that, the party finally started for her. Epiphany felt like she could run a marathon, but instead, she danced.

Wildly, Epiphany danced topless on top of tables in the middle of the living room. Her loose curls bounced in the air as she grinds against her friends. "Y yo voy, voy, voy!" She and her friends sang along to Daddy Yankee at the top of their lungs. Her breasts bounced up as she began jumping along with the crowd. The feeling of her heart beating roughly against her chest as if it were clawing out of her body was the climax before the crash. She could feel the rapid beat of the music vibrating off her skin. Valentina's sweaty hands on her hips as they swayed together. Her nose is stuffy and wet, just like her eyes. Her mouth grew dry, and by the heavy pressure she felt in her chest, Epiphany knew that she couldn't bear another line or another Adderall.

"Fuck…" She breathed out as she made her way off the table. Her friends were so wasted that they didn't notice her stumble into the master bedroom. But Epiphany didn't mind because she wanted to leave quietly anyway. Her coat was thrown beside the empty bed, Just where she had left it. Picking the mink up from the floor, Epiphany slipped it over her half-naked body. As she buttoned it up, her stomach began to growl. The craving for salty, cheesy eggs swept over her as she sank onto the bed. Eggs made her think of him. Their shared breakfast the morning after consisted of eggs and bacon.

Epiphany sighs to herself with glee at the thought of him. She proceeds to search for a Xanax tablet in her jacket before popping it into her once retrieved. An opened bottle of champagne was located on the bedside table and she washed her tablet down with it. 'Breakfast sounds really good right now.' she thought to herself before texting Rio. She yearned to see him. To Feel his hands across her skin. To feel his lips against hers.

〘𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜 ??? 𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 @ 𝟹 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝〙

The bubbles of the champagne tickled the back of her throat as she sipped it. Not expecting him to respond, Epiphany stuffed her phone back into her pocket and left the bedroom. Just like every other party she went to, the dancing and drugs always turned things into one big orgy. The living room was a sea of naked bodies colliding and others laid out cold. The dancer spilled out of the loft quietly and took the elevator to the parking lot. The cool air provided a sense of comfort to her hot skin. As she walked along the quiet streets of the affluent area of Detroit, Rio sat at the bar on the opposite side of town.

The Chicago gangster had sat in self-isolation with a glass of Pappy Van Winkle bourbon in his hands. Beth was a person he could only handle in small doses or else, the urge to off her would be too great. Hot and cold she was and even when she invited him to sleep over her new home…he didn't. Basking in his own solitude was how he spent his nights when his child wasn't in his care. It was hard for him to trust people in a city of snakes. His thick eyebrows began to knit together the moment he received the text. A little taken aback that Epiphany had texted at this hour. Based on the order Mick dropped off, Rio figured she'd either be knocked out cold or in someone's bed.

For a solid five minutes, he stared at the text. Debating with himself on what his next move would be. But in the end, Rio ended up getting into his car and driving to pick her up. He hadn't thought much of it, instead, he acted off impulse. Epiphany was intriguing in a fun way. She was energetic and fiery. He had a thing for a girl with spice. Her direct yet sassy attitude amused him. When he rolled into the 7/11 parking lot, his eyebrows raised at the sight of her. Her fur coat fit her like a mini dress; it felt right above her knees. A look of relaxation across her face as she sipped on a cherry cola. He couldn't help but admire how enchanted she looked underneath the moonlight. She had this type of 'untamed beauty' about her. Effortless. He found her to be sexy in a sultry way. Rio proceeded to step out of the car and make his way around the driver's side to the front of the car, "Hey Champ."

"You came." Epiphany cheered with glee as she made her way over to him.

"I told you I would." Rio chuckled.

"Yeah well, my bad I thought I'd die of hunger before you got here." She giggled as her face grew hot.

"Nah." He smiled humorously, "I wouldn't do you like that."

Epiphany couldn't help but swoon. Rio had the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. "You're so pretty. Like really… really pretty." she blurted out. A starry look in her eyes and a dazed smile on her lips.

"And you're drunk."

"I am but a drunk always speaks the truth,'' she argued.

Their laughs went together like a symphony to an orchestra. And for a moment their eyes lingered on one another. Wanderlust about each other was thick in the air that night. Rio only grinned and proceeded to open the passenger side door for her. As soon as Epiphany was inside and they started their journey through the city, Rio asked her "So, what are you in the mood for?"

"Hmm…eggs but not scrambled. So, Tamagoyaki and sashimi sound good."

"I took you for more of the California roll type," Rio commented.

"Nah, not spicy enough for me. I like the devil roll or the ninja." Epiphany grinned. Every so often she would take her gaze off of him and look at the Chicago nightlife, "I love the night. Even when there's parties and whatever else going on, there's still a sense of solitude and peace."

"You enjoy being solitude?" Rio wondered aloud.

"Yes, the majority of the time." Epiphany nodded, "With exceptions. What about you?"

"Marcus Aurelius once said 'He who lives in harmony with himself-" Rio began to say before being cut off by Epiphany.

"Lives in harmony with the universe." she grinned.

The Chicago gangster gave her a look of enchantment. Impressed by her knowledge of stoicism. "Yeah, exactly. That's what I live by," he replied with a slight raspiness to his voice. He ended up taking them to an after-hours Japanese Michelin-star restaurant called Hachiman. Which was named after the god of peace of Japan. The space was very intimate. No more than fifty tables. The walls were a deep shade of Jade-green with black marble tables and buttery-smooth leather booth seats. Gold-colored oil lamps hung from the ceilings giving the restaurant a cozy, dim-lighted ambiance.

Epiphany and Rio walked side by side to their table. His hand rested on the middle of her back as Epiphany walked slowly due to feeling a bit 'loose' from all her party favors. His hand on her back provided a sense of stability.

As they sat across from one another Epiphany lowered her coat a few inches below her shoulders to catch some air. Rio's eyes then lingered along her skin. It looked dewy and luminous. Her shoulder blades held a slight golden shimmer to them. He could faintly smell cherry radiating off of her. Rio was a man with a very sharp memory and paid great attention to detail. It was what kept him in the game for so long. He took notice of the Chanel Paradoxe watch on her wrist. That wasn't cheap. Not in the slightest. It cost her a good 230 gs or more. It sparked his interest and a call to Mick to find out more about her would be made sooner than later.

Suddenly, she giggled. More to herself than him. But before Rio could ask her anything, Epiphany clarified, "I didn't take you for the type to be into Martha Stewart."

He slightly tilted his head to the side. A blank expression on his face as he attempted to register what she had said.

"I mean no offense to your girl but come on…"Epiphany's cheeks puffed up as she fought back a laugh, "The haircut…the blazer or peacoat…whatever it is…it's giving Martha Stewart. "

Epiphany had successfully broken Rio's stoic expression. He let out a vibrant laugh. A fruitful, joyous laugh that caused his eyes to close and his head to tilt back. Their dinner consisted of laughter over drinks and sushi, sashimi and more drinks. Rio was impressed how well she held her liquor. For the most part, Epiphany was just flirty and playful. By the time dessert rolled around, their conversation rolled back around to Beth. "We're business partners." Rio clarified. "Everyone's got their role."

"Ah, and where does fucking and emotions come into that?," Epiphany questioned. Followed by indulging in a spoonful of matcha ice cream and chocolate.

Rio laughed in response, "Collateral damage control." His left brow rose "What makes you think that, champ?"

"Los ojos…the way she looks at you," Epiphany licks the cream from her spoon, "Eso es intimacy. It's personal."

"Way I see it is, it ain't no different than what you do, yeah? " Rio shot back, "Usas lo que tienes para conseguir lo que quieres, tu servicio es el deseo."

{you use what you got to get what you want, your service is desire.}

Epiphany slipped her foot out of her heel, smoothly rolling her foot across his thigh as she smiled. "Sí. It's not hard to get what you want when they want you back." Rio raised his glass with a smirk across his lips and the pair clicked their glasses together.

And when the night was no longer young and the sun began to awaken, He had driven her home. An upscale building located in the center of the city. His arm wrapped around her waist as she held onto him for support. "That's meee," she sang as she punched the code into her front door's keypad. Epiphany spun on her heel and smiled up at him. They'd only been an inch apart in height. Epiphany narrowed her eyes in on his as she batted her lashes. "Are you coming in?"

"Nah, gotta be up in a few hours." He replied. Their eyes lingered in on each other for what felt like hours but were mer moments. Epiphany abruptly tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt, her fingers looping around his golden chair. Her lips colliding with his. Epiphany's lips felt tender against his; Rio shuddered when her body moved against his. Her scent plaguing his skin. His hands gently grasped at the sides of her face as he kissed her deeply in return.

Epiphany felt jitters in her stomach and excitement bloomed within her chest. The intense heat that crept up her body as their mouths moved in a waltz-slow sync was short lived. "I'll see you later." He rasped against her mouth before leaving a few lingering kisses to the side of her jaw. He held her in his hands for a a few lingering moments. As she slowly opened her eyes, His warm hands slid over hers.

"Good morning." was all she could say with a giddy yet bashful smile painted across her face. The smile he gave her made Epiphany feel as though she were melting like a scoop of ice cream. His smile stayed in her mind until her head finally hit the pillows of her bed. That morning, she slept with a smile on her face.

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