#follower event 2

"What now, sir?"

Crocodile's eyes averted towards his partner's apathetic features. Daz knew full well what his boss's next plan was, yet he remained hesitant while he took a drag on his cigar. It wasn't as if he needed permission, but perhaps Crocodile was unsure if his desired destination was truly acceptable after all this time.

Had they missed him? Would they recognize him? Was (Name) even still waiting for him?

Those questions replayed over and over in his mind while he had laid to waste in his cold, empty cell. His determination to see them again was what kept him alive and thriving, but he'd be lying if he said his mind didn't trail off to the more somber, unavoidable questions while he attempted sleep. There were times when he pondered if it were better that way, Crocodile atoning for his sins while his lover escaped away, happy and finally safe. Perhaps it was the life they both truly deserved.

But Crocodile was a selfish man, and he knew life would never be livable without them by his side, so he took the self-serving path.

Though that idiot Strawhat was the reason he got into prison in the first place, Crocodile would have to thank him later. Because of Strawhat's prison break in, and Crocodile's ultimate break out, life seemed to offer the lonely Crocodile a second chance. Redemption was in the cards for him, and he knew full well to seize the opportunity while it revealed itself. He had done many wrong things in his life, but nothing more vile as leaving the one person who loved him through his good and bad days behind. He'd never fully forgive himself for pondering such weak, depressing thoughts while away, debating with himself over and over again if his lover was better off without him. Crocodile would never atone, but there was one person who might forgive him, and that's all that mattered.

"Let's go home." Crocodile muttered with a long, dramatic exhale of smoke.

Home wasn't Rainbase anymore, of course. Home would never be Alabasta again. But that didn't matter much to him, as home was now a remote island just outside of the Grand Line where his lover waited for his return. Hopefully, Crocodile thought to himself solemnly.

Daz could see the melancholic look in his captain's eyes, though Crocodile tried his best to remain ever stoic. Daz also knew his captain wasn't one for sentiment or heartwarming talks, but that didn't stop him from offering his boss and ultimately friend a reassuring statement, "They'll be there, Sir. (Name) will be happy to see you again."

Crocodile's teeth instinctively clamped down tighter onto his cigar as he winced, fingers shaking as they clawed tiny dents into the wooden railing. His throat was dry, clenched so tightly from the overflow of emotions that there was no physical way a response could escape, but Daz had sauntered off to leave his captain to his own devices. For the first time in months, Crocodile broke down, his facade shattering like glass as he looked out to the open sea, salty tears rolling leisurely down his cheeks.

He despised weakness, but in the moment, above all else, that's all he could feel. Weak for remaining in those horrid cages for so long, weak for practically giving up time and time again, weak for ever doubting that his lover would wait for him, and weak for crying on the goddamn ship for everyone to see. The flux of emotions was beginning to make him physically ill, so he remained in his cabin for most of the trip.

It was midday by the time Crocodile and the remains of his crew arrived at the island. He had been waiting for this day for so long, yet his legs buckled at the stairway leading from the ship to the sands of the beach. Everyone disembarked, while their boss remained on deck. Daz opened his mouth to question, but Crocodile was quick to snap, "Just sea legs."

With heavy steps, he descended the walkway, legs threatening to collapse under him as he got closer and closer to the shore. Why was he so scared? He couldn't explain his previously rapidly beating heart as the ship grew nearer to his destination. And it only hastened as he walked along the island, the familiar quaint town waiting for him just below the hills.

He wracked his brain as the group made way to the town, wondering why he felt on the verge of vomiting his guts out. He had been so worried that his lover was no longer there, but now what worried him most was what he would say to them if they actually were there. How could he ever tell them that he was terrified of seeing them again after all this time? How could he tell them that in the cold lonely nights away he thought about life without them, and how they were perhaps better off without each other? Would they even want to hear anything he had to say?

His thoughts were cut short as they arrived at the entrance gate. He could feel Daz's burning stare in his side, "Daz, take everyone into town to get supplies."

For a moment, Daz wanted to protest. He wanted to be there for his boss while he went to find (Name), to offer support for his friend. But the way his captain ordered him so sternly, he knew it was best to leave him. So he made no complaints when he herded the group towards the lively town.

Crocodile inhaled sharply as his foot passed the gate line, as if he was passing over into a treacherous realm, one he couldn't escape from. He knew he could easily run away from this situation, however, and at times he desperately wanted to, but his body seemed to be pulled magnetically towards the direction of the safe house. The house where his lover resided during his absence; where his lover still hopefully remained.

The decrepit mansion stood tall on the top of the valley, though bigger as it was compared to the smaller village homes, it's chipped roofing and rotting walls made it quite the eyesore in comparison. It was merely a safe house after all, just a means for protection, not for luxury. He scoffed to himself, ashamed to throw his lover into something so horrendous, but he needed to protect them, he needed to ensure their safety while he went to prison. In the midst of all the chaos, this was the best he could come up with.

He had promised (Name) that when he returned he would take them away to build a new life for the two of them, something even more grandiose. His lover would never have to lift another finger if he had anything to say about it. It was his job to take care of them anyway, and he'd make sure they got the luxurious life they so desired and deserved. But he was empty at the moment, his clothes reeked of dirty prison cells and there was currently not a single beri to his name. He had a ship, a few crewmen, and Daz. Would that be enough?

Crocodile reached the door of the safe house and for a few minutes he simply stared at the wood, studying the few tears and scratches that embellished the frame of it. He raised his hook to knock on the door, surely signifying to his lover that it was him knocking. The heavy sound of metal against wood rang in his ears like a distant bomb detonation; loud, with a powerfully haunting echo.

There was no response, no padding of footsteps running to the door, no welcoming "Who is it?", nothing. The only thing the house offered was an eerie silence, the mansion seemingly as empty as he was. He knocked again, and again, and again, waiting to hear some kind of lively response. He grew more anxious by the second, only increasing his anger and disappointment in return, to the point his hook rammed through the door, tearing it apart as he forced his way into the mansion in a fit of rage. His blurred eyes scanned the room for a sign of life, but the cobwebs and tattered furniture only offered him desolation.

"(Name)..." He whispered into the empty air while the heavy amounts of dust began to clog his throat. He focused his ears on any hints of movement, perhaps this was all a silly trick and (Name) was hiding to surprise him. The lack of response was beginning to be a bit forlorn, however.

"(Name)!" small creaks of the old floorboards called back to him in echoes.

They weren't here waiting for him after all. He was an absolute fool to think they, someone, anyone would ever wait for his return; how could he let himself thrive off false hope? But maybe, just maybe, he had arrived too soon. Perhaps (Name) was in town and would return home soon. His feet almost raced towards the door, but he decided it was for the better that he awaited their return.

Crocodile sat along the tattered love seat, coughing a bit at the cloud of dust that arose in consequence. His heart raced at the idea of (Name) returning home to see him, and he perked up at every small noise heard outside the house, like a puppy waiting for its owner to return. However, with each passing second and each false alarm, he only grew more irritable. The sun was beginning to set behind the hills, causing the valley to illuminate in twilight. They should be home now - it's too dangerous to be out this late! His patience wore thin sooner than he had imagined and in a moment of defeat, grief, and weakness, his large hook broke and tore into every object imaginable in the room. Pages of old books, cotton from broken furniture, and chipped wood from those damned creaky floorboards flew and littered the room in disarray. Crocodile's lungs heaved as he screamed with each wear and tear, letting loose all of his frustrations on that revolting, cursed mansion.

His lover probably abandoned that shit hole the moment they had the chance. He couldn't blame them, but they were supposed to wait for him! How could they not believe in him? Did they really think he would never return? Perhaps this was karma for his own dark thoughts, for the times he didn't believe in himself.

In the midst of his chaotic disposal, someone entered the door way in shock, watching the beast tear into it the floors. The surprised gasp coming from the body caused Crocodile to turn in surprise, laced with a slight hope.

To his dismay, it wasn't (Name) and he should've known better, "Get out!" He couldn't help  but bellow at the odd man. If he couldn't see his lover he quite honestly didn't want to see anyone else, especially in such a wretched state.

"I was going to say it's about time someone destroyed this dump." He meekly responded.

Putting two and two together, Crocodile realized this must be a neighbor, there was a house nearby after all. He took in a steady breath, straightening his loose, maniacal hair back into its greased slick back style. With purposeful steps, Crocodile approached the man, watching with slight amusement as he visibly gulped at the large monster approaching his frail figure.

In one swift motion, the neighbor's neck was constricted tightly between Crocodile's large fingers, and slammed against what was left of the wall.

"Where's (Name)?" He questioned plainly, eyebrows relaxing for the first time in days.

"W-what are you doing!" The man choked in response as his sharp nails clawed desperately into Crocodile's flesh; he could feel the life draining from his body ever so slowly.

"Don't make me ask again, fool." He spat through gritted teeth, the familiar anger and desire to kill returning once again.

"(Name) doesn't live h-here anymore..." He coughed, on the brink of life and death as stars danced in his eyes, "They're in a better place..."

Crocodile wanted to snap his neck for spouting such lies, but instead, all strength left his body as he dropped the man onto his knees, Crocodile collapsing onto his own. Once the man got his breath back, he ran for it, but Crocodile could care less. In a better place? There was no way...

"Boss!"

The faint call of his name sounded like distant waves lulling him to exhaustion. He had spent so much energy, so much time getting back, only to find out that his lover had passed. He didn't even get a proper goodbye, how could they just abandon him like that? Fleeing town was way better than dying.

"Up the hills, Sir! Go!"

Coherent sentences were jumbling in his brain like puzzles. He tried to decipher, formulate the sentences, but nothing was possible with his mind racing so hastily. Dead, they're dead.

A familiar hand reached down to pull the shaken Crocodile to his feet. Crocodile's eyes averted lazily towards his partner's ever apathetic features, "They're waiting for you. Stop wasting time."

Next thing he knew, Crocodile was running for the trees, his heavy legs carrying him up rough hills until he reached the top. The bright orange of the setting sun made his eyes squint, watering at the sudden bright light. He looked up to see a figure at the edge of the cliff, looking off into the vast ocean. It was a figure he knew all too well. Even though distance tried to disorient his memories, he would always remember the way (Name) looked.

Their pure white clothes danced in the ocean winds, hair glistening under the sun. They looked like an absolute angel in this moment, and he almost believed their death to be true. How was it possible for a mere human to look so perfect?

Their head turned to his figure, visibly caught by surprise at first as a hand reached up to their gaping mouth. Crocodile's legs stiffened under him, terrified of their next move, but his arms seemed to instinctively open up for their embrace, just like old times.

To both of their surprise, his lover's bare feet ran towards him like their life depended on it. They ran to Crocodile, and he couldn't stop himself from jogging a little to meet them halfway. They leapt into him, arms thrown around his neck and legs wrapping around his waist while his body consumed their entire being. Their lips found each other in haste, moving in desperate motions to ensure this moment was truly happening. Both pairs of cheeks were soaked from the sloppy kisses, but also from the joyfully sad tears flowing from their eyes.

Crocodile's hands held their head in place while also supporting their weight against him. He was terrified of letting go, worried they would disappear from him the second he moved. There was no physical way their bodies could be any closer, but they remained desperately pulling into each other, begging to feel each other's presence more and more. (Name)'s hands  gripped either side of his head, rubbing comforting circles with each swipe of their lips against his.

The pair pulled away, lungs screaming for air from their ceaseless passions. (Name) looked as beautiful as ever with joyous tears brimming their eyes and their quivering lips aching to dance with his again. Crocodile could hardly believe this moment, and all the other depressing moments seemed to disappear as nothing mattered except having his lover right there.

"I knew you'd come back for me." They whispered, delicately placing another kiss along his lips.

What a fool he was to ever doubt otherwise, "I'll never leave you again, my love."

Tears crept down their cheeks while Crocodile kissed them away, ultimately leading his soaked lips to their own once more, securing his promise to them. Their body drifted away from his own, steadying themselves on solid ground, and Crocodile frowned a bit at the loss of contact. They were quick to grab his hands however, generating a small sigh of contentment from him as they played at his rings like they used to.

His lover looked out to the sea with a smile on their face, no longer one of longing, but one of fulfillment. Crocodile mirrored them, looking out to the disappearing sun against the ocean.

"The sea always made me think of you. I'd come up here so often while you were away, staring out, counting ships, praying that one of them would be yours."

His hand tightened around theirs in sorrow; a silent apology. Words couldn't even begin to express his regret.

"The sound of waves crashing against the rocks made me think of all our times on your ship, so I decided to just relocate up here. I wanted to stay by something that made me think of you every day, because I..." their throat tightened, regretful to utter their next words, "I was scared that I would eventually forget."

They looked up to him with sorrowful eyes, worried that what they were saying would upset him or make him doubt their love. He didn't respond which only made (Name) all the more anxious.

"I-I didn't know how long you'd be gone, and so I wanted to be reminded of you every day, and I know I should have stayed in that safe house but I hated it! It was so big, but without you it just felt so empty, and I'm sorry I didn't take care of it and I'm sorry I was worried about forgetting you and I'm sorry for being so we-"

Crocodile pulled his hysterical lover into his body once again, the lingering scent of his cologne and the familiar warmth of his coat brought their mind to ease.

"You don't need to apologize. I'm just so glad you're safe. I'm so glad you're still here..." He whispered those last words almost inaudibly, scared to confess his own weakness. His hands pet at their head lovingly. They retreated to look up at him and he cupped their face in response.

"So, you're not mad?" They sniffled.

"What's there to be mad about?" He offered a lop-sided smile. All worries and fears had left his body the moment he laid eyes on them, "I have you now. That's all I care about."

They nodded lightly as a small grin graced their lips. Their head buried into his chest while their arms squeezed around his body, "I really hated that safehouse."

A small chuckle reverberated in his chest, causing a giggle to escape their own body, "Well, I might have redecorated a bit. Perhaps pissed off your neighbor as well."

That was a story they were looking forward to hearing, but it'd have to wait, "Wanna see the new place? It's smaller, but hey, no neighbors." They smiled slyly at him, dragging his hand towards the small home Crocodile had somehow missed all this time. It resembled the village homes he had passed by earlier.

"You built this yourself?" He questioned a bit incredulously, but he was proud nevertheless. Old (Name) was too pristine to be a home builder. He admired their new found strength and creativity.

"With the help of some village folk of course." They responded confidently, leading him into the home.

The home was like a shack, tinier than anything he was ever used to. It was a bit dingy, but at least there was no dust or ripped furniture.

"Thank you." They muttered, breaking him from his thoughts. He offered them a confused look for a second before they responded, "For staying alive. For breaking out and persevering. Thank you for coming home to me..."

With the hand they were still holding, he pulled his lover to him once again, hands reaching to touch their face, "I should be thanking you," he whispered, stroking their hair between the pads of his fingertips, "You were what kept me alive after all."

(Name) leaned instinctively into his touch, loving the way his hand felt against their skin. They knew the absence wasn't easy for themselves, so surely it wasn't easy for him either, and they were thankful for his endless love.

This was what you wanted for so long, the feeling to be one with Law again was a need aching in your body since the last time you were connected. You had to manage yourself while he was away, but now he was here, able to fulfill all your desires. You wasted no time in connecting your lips with his, a satisfied moan escaping into the warmth of his open mouth. You remembered the last kiss you had, it was hesitant, dismal, a pitiful goodbye kiss. This one, this welcoming kiss, was what you dreamed of, warm, sensual, and desperate. You were an absolute fool to think Law hadn't missed you all this time.

His body pushed yours against the wall once more, your kissing now sloppy and hungry as his lips devoured yours. He wanted to make this special for your sake, but after missing you for so long and that relentless teasing you were shamelessly offering earlier, he wasn't able to control his carnal desires. He wanted to show you just what you do to him, he wanted you to know how torturous it was for him to be without you.

Your arms were pinned above you again as he continued ravaging you. His knee wedged itself between your thighs, forcing them to spread apart. You easily complied, offering an open invitation for his hips to settle between yours. The strain of his hardening member against his jeans was becoming agonizingly painful as he'd been dealing with it practically all night.

His lips left yours for a moment, instantly trailing down to attack your neck with harsh bites and licks. Meanwhile, his hips found themselves eagerly grinding against your core, begging for friction, "Look at what you do to me. Can you see what four long months without you has done to me?” Law left biting kisses down the length of your neck, his moans muffled against your skin as it felt so good for him to rock into you once again, even if fully clothed,  “Shame on you for making me so weak in front of our crews. You're gonna pay for your teasing."

You could only hum in delight as he continued his ministrations along your collar bones. You weren't scared of what he would do to you, in fact, you would accept his punishments graciously. Your thoughts were racing with bliss as his lips had never felt so good on your skin before. His free hand roamed your body and you felt as if your skin ignited with his every touch, your head was spinning from the heat and lust pooling within you.

He released your wrists in order to free you from the tight confines of your shirt. Your breasts spilled out shamelessly, and for an instant, you felt your cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment at being revealed to him. The shyness easily left you however, as Law was quick to grab at your breasts with his tattooed hands, burying his face between the mounds. His calloused palms against your sensitive, perked nipples sent you reeling, head falling back against the wall with a rather loud thud as his fingers, lips, teeth, and tongue explored your territory.

"Oh, I've missed these." He muttered contently, taking your left nipple into his mouth. He moaned in pleasure at having your beautiful breast between his teeth once again, a fantasy he replayed over and over again in his head during his time away. The satisfied moans you offered him made his heart pound in his chest; he's been dying to hear these noises from you again and he was only aching to hear more.

A curious finger trailed along the smooth skin of your thigh, you hadn't even noticed at first due to your body weakening from his loving attention on your breasts. That was until the finger found its way along the outlines of your shorts, trailing along the hems and fabric, tauntingly circling around your most desperate area. Your hips wiggled against his touch and he chuckled in response, releasing you from his mouth with a slick pop.

As much as he wanted to plunge his fingers deep into your aching cunt, he wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. He knew he wouldn't last long if he just gave himself to you right now. His body was aching for release, but he wanted to take his time in ravishing your body until you were both exhausted from pleasure.

"Such a needy girl, you think you can just have your way right now? Not a chance, I told you that you were gonna pay for being so cruel to me earlier.” Law retreated from your heated body, and you instantly felt cold, hands almost reaching out to pull him back into you, “It's time for your punishment, my love. Get on your knees. Now." A lone finger pointed downwards as a visual command and you couldn't hide the smirk that fell upon your lips at his orders. He always loved to take advantage of your submissiveness.

You dropped slowly onto your knees for him, fiddling with his belt and zipper once your knees touched the floor. Law helped you slightly in the undressing process, but he was too enamored in watching you undress him yourself. You shimmied his pants down to his ankles, not realizing Law had kicked off his boots already. He stepped out from his pants and watched as you gawked at the tent in his underwear. Your mouth seemed to water as you pulled down the bands of his underwear, his hardened cock spring forth, grazing against the tip of your nose. There it was, the cock you knew and loved so well. The cock that has rocked your body countless times before and was sure to leave you writhing in pleasure by the end of the night. Those thoughts were enough to leave you practically dripping in your underwear.

Your hands went to grab at it with eagerness, but his own tattooed hands swatted your nimble fingers away, "Behind your back." He stated, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. You eyed him curiously, but complied with crossing your wrists and keeping them behind you. Normally he would secure your wrists with a tie or his belt, but perhaps he wanted to test you.

"Good girl, now open wide." He smirked, bringing his leaking tip to your lips, circling them for just a second, before he eased his cock into your mouth. Your mouth adjusted accordingly as he never ceased his penetration. He guided his dick further and further, brushing past your gag reflexes down your throat. A low guttural groan escaped his throat and his body shuddered at having himself sheathed so far inside you. Your warm, soaked mouth a perfect home for his needy manhood.

Tears stung your eyes at having your mouth so full of him. You gagged once or twice, but Law would be a liar if he said he didn't find the feeling absolutely tantalizing. He stayed still for a moment, and though it was a bit uncomfortable for you, you were content with the look of pure pleasure on his face. His hand went to cup the back of your head for support, tangling in your hair in the process, as he began to unsheathe his cock from your mouth, only to fill you up again; reveling in the beyond pleasurable feeling each time.

He found a steady pace, practically holding your head steady for his own use, but you incorporated your tongue work in the midst of him face-fucking you and he loved every second of it, "You still know how to suck me so good, (Name)-ya...so good..."

All conscious thoughts were becoming a blur in his head as he was driven mad with carnal desires while his cock pumped in and out of you. Your warm cavern and skilled tongue were working him to the edge, sending satisfying jolts through every inch of his body. He hadn't noticed for a second that your hands were shamelessly rubbing at his thighs, so when he finally realized, he pulled on your hair harshly, your low moans vibrating his dick in response.

"Are you trying to disobey me, (Name)-ya? I don't think you want that."

But you do, you thought to yourself. When you offered him a challenging look paired with rather lecherous eyes, he gritted his teeth, unable to contain himself any longer. He gripped your head with both hands and began relentlessly pounding his cock into your gasping mouth. You gagged so many times at his harsh fucking but you took every single thrust with pride, loving the feeling of choking on his dick. Law loved the feeling too, perhaps a little too much as his thrusting became sloppy and he felt the impending release tightening in his lower body.

"Hold still and you better swallow every last drop." He commanded, as if you were even daring to move in the first place, while he held you steady and you were eager to have your lover reach his peak. With a few more thrusts, Law came with three slow pumps, his thick cum already trailing down the back of your throat, "Fuck."

He pulled out of your mouth, pulling you up to your feet and kissing your cum and saliva soaked lips without hesitation. Your mouth was aching from his rough session, but his soft, intimate lips offered you comfort as he kissed you with utmost desire.

"On the bed, now. Get out of those shorts and spread those beautiful legs for me." He pushed you in the direction of the bed and you waltzed over with shaky legs. The excitement of what was to come next was hardly containable. You removed your shorts and soaked underwear quickly while Law cleaned the rest of himself off with a spare shirt. Your back fell against the mattress, spreading your legs in slight nervousness for him. The time it took for Law to turn around was long enough to make you anxious, you almost snapped your thighs shut out of embarrassment.

But when he turned around, the way he bit his lip to suppress the filthy words he wanted to spill seemed to garner you confidence as you only spread your legs further for his hungry eyes. He strode over to you, a hand loosely pumping his already hardening cock, lewd seduction heavy in his golden eyes. Having you sprawled out on his bed, legs spread wide open, pussy glistening with desire for him, Law could never get enough of that sight.

"So gorgeous..." He muttered to himself as he made his way to the bed. Before you could respond, he pulled you by the hips onto the edge of the bed, now dropping onto his knees for you, "I suppose you deserve some kind of reward for taking my cock so well earlier. Be a good girl and let me ravish you."

You didn't have to think twice about his offer as you placed your legs on his shoulders as confirmation. Your cunt was wide open and ready for his hungry lips, quivering right in front of his eyes. He marveled at the sight, a bit shocked at how bold you've become, but he knew you were just desperate after all this time spent apart; he was more than willing to finally satisfy you.

He placed tender kisses along your thighs, loving the way your body jolted with each touch. You were so sensitive and you bet your ass he was going to take full advantage of that. His kisses trailed down to your pubice, leaving soft, feather-like kisses there as well. Law was a grade A tease, and though usually you enjoyed it, right now you were becoming a bit frustrated! Your pussy has been craving his touch for months, and now he's decided to tease you?

That one curious finger from earlier made way to your core again, this time trailing the skin around every area desiring to be touched. His eyes were glued to your soaked core, just mesmerized by you for a moment, "After all this time, you're still so wet for me." His voice was barely above a whisper as he said this, "Let's see if you still taste so sweet."

Finally, finally, his tongue placed a curious lick against the whole outer area of your core, tongue pressing flat against it in a long, slick swipe. Your body rocked at the sensation, it was just too good, indescribable; and you needed so much more of it. Your fingers instantly tangled in his hair as his tongue continued swiping, as if he was learning every inch of your body all over again, but you both knew better. Law knew every inch of your body already.

His tongue made way between your folds, experimentally creeping inside your core, exploring the depths of your caverns. You accidentally forced his face deeper into you out of instinct, tongue fully sheathed inside you now and Law moaned in response. Law definitely preferred to dominate you, but he couldn't deny how he equally loved the way you took control of his face while he ate you out. The way you were so desperate for his lips and tongue always sent him reeling.

"Fuck, Law!" You yelped in pleasure as his tongue prodded in and out of you with haste, and he only went faster so he could hear more of your whining of his name. Your legs were trembling on his shoulders now, body shaking from the pleasure he was giving you from his tongue work. He pulled out of you and instantly swiped up to your swollen clit, taking it between his lips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he played with your sensitive button, circling and sucking on it as if a snack. Your back arched as he plunged his digit deep within you, never ceasing his affection on your clit.

The sloshing sound of your juices should've embarrassed you, but nothing coherent could breach your thoughts as you were only focused on the absolute satisfaction Law was providing you; eating you out and fingering you to his heart's content. Your mewls filled his ears, way better than any party music in his opinion, and he only hastened himself to bring you right to the edge. You've been craving release and he was bound and determined to give it to you.

With swiftness he added another finger into you, tongue still working at your clit, pounding relentlessly into your soaked core. Your walls were beginning to tighten around him and he knew you were close, so he took this opportunity to shove yet another finger inside you, having your body thrashing underneath him.

"Law, oh my- fuck! Yes, yes, yes, keep going, please."

You didn't have to tell him twice. He smirked a little while he continued his work on your core, fingers curling inside you with each pump. Your body was completely flushed, sweat trailing down your neck as your body prepared you for what was to come. Your toes curled and uncurled at a rapid rate, the tightness in your legs trailing up and up as you felt the knot in your abdomen threatening to break. Law took one last swipe of your clit, fingers continuing their rough speed as he looked up at you, "Cum for me, (Name)-ya. Let it all go."

You couldn't hold back as his words seemed to unfurl the knot in your body, a wail of pleasure escaping you. Your juices spilled forth while your body rocked as you rode out your orgasm. Tingles littered your being as you became weightless for a second, escaping off into ecstasy as you came down from your high. Law moaned in delight, lapping up every bit of your cum from your core, leaving his fingers soaked for you to taste. He rose to his feet while you laid there exhausted, limp, but he was nowhere near through with you.

Your eyes were shut from bliss until you felt his slick fingers outline your lips. He smiled at your tired eyes and the way you lazily opened your mouth to suck his fingers clean, "Still delicious."

You giggled lightly in response, opening your eyes to look at your love, completely enamored with how satisfied he makes you feel, "I love you so much, Law."

His smile grew slightly bigger as he nodded, "I know, and I love you, (Name)-ya. But we're not done yet."

With that, you retreated backwards onto the bed while Law crawled over your body, pumping at his dick once again, though he was rock hard after seeing you come undone for him. His lips made way to yours again, this time passionate and slow. The lustful feelings subsiding for a moment as he came to realize just how much he truly missed you. Your touch, your smell, your smile, your laugh, everything about you; going four months without his favorite person was one of the most difficult things he's ever had to experience.

"I don't ever want to leave you again." He whispered in a hushed tone, forehead resting against yours.

You smiled up at him, pulling him closer by the neck, "Then don't."

His lips curled upwards as he plastered you with kisses once more, you were a moaning mess under him as his tip circled around your sensitive area. He was driving you mad yet again, but with his slow kissing, he showed no sign of entering you any time soon. You bit down on his lip and he shivered for a second, confused by your roughness. He pulled away to look at you, curious.

"Fuck me like you mean it, Trafalgar. Show me how much you missed me. I need you inside me."

His mouth peeled into a shit-eating grin at your words, completely satisfied and utterly surprised at your command, "When did you gain such a filthy mouth, (Name)-ya? Don't tell me you were offering this pussy, my pussy, to some brute while I was away?"

"This pussy is only for you, Law, and it needs you now. Please!" You begged and though Law wanted to deny you your satisfaction just a little while longer, he complied.

With a slow push, he eased himself inside you, the both of you moaning and hissing in bliss at finally becoming one after so long. Your walls were so deliciously tight around his cock, his eyes screwed shut tight as he focused on anything but cumming inside you right here and now. His cock filled you up unlike anything else and you took it with ease as your walls were still so slick from his affections earlier. Though it had been four months since you two were last connected like this, your pussy took him astonishingly well, as if you two were made for each other.

"Fuck, did you get tighter while I was away? You feel so fucking good." Law admitted through gritted teeth as he continued pushing deeper and deeper inside. You could only moan in pleasure and grip at the sheets until your knuckles turned white. You were so full, so content, it was as if Law was everywhere around you at one time, your world completely enraptured by his presence. Your back arched, causing your chests to collide, Law couldn't even revel in the feeling of your breasts against his bare chest as he was so focused on filling you up completely.

At last, his tip reached the end, his cock fully sheathed inside you. Your body shook with every twitch of Law's member, and after you fully adjusted to his length, you pulled him down towards you in a heated kiss, a reaffirming signal for him to move. Law remembered your words, your command for him to fuck you like he meant it, so he was bound to give you exactly what you wanted.

As he withdrew from you, your body winced and whined at the loss of contact, but your moans were soon filling his open, eager mouth as he pounded back into you with a force you were unfamiliar with. It was quick and powerful, a bit different from his usually slow, painfully teasing pace. It typically took Law a bit of a warm up before he was roughly bucking into you, but amidst the unbearable sexual frustration and the loving desire he had for you, Law could no longer control himself. That's how he found himself drilling you into the mattress within seconds, your nails digging crescent marks into the skin of his shoulders at his surprisingly rough and desperate thrusting.

"Mmmm...fuck, yes, fuck me just like that, Law!" You pleaded, not even slightly embarrassed by your new found courage of dirty talk. You could care less what spilled from your mouth as your body bounced into the mattress at his relentless pace. It still wasn't very fast, but his thrusts were rocking you each time, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body every time his hips snapped into yours with eagerness.

He only groaned pleasurably in response, finding it a bit difficult to respond coherently as your tight cunt gripped his dick so well each time he entered you. His thrusts only became rougher, your screams of pleasure only edging him on to pound into you harsher. He wanted you to feel every bit of his love for you, trying desperately to make up for lost time.

Suddenly, he gripped your calves to throw them over his shoulders, now hitting you at an angle that had you trembling in rapture. Your legs squeezed around him so beautifully as he raked his nails against them, hitting that special spot of yours he knew all too well. Loving kisses and bites were littered against your delicate skin, bringing you closer and closer to an edge only he could ever bring you to.

Your hands flung to his chest, fingers searching desperately for something to hold onto, but you made do with clawing at the tattoo on his torso. His pace quickened while his thrusts remained brutal, surely leaving you bruised in consequence. He couldn't stop himself from digging into your thighs as your walls only grew tighter around him, signalling your imminent release.

"L-law, I'm...close...just right there." You stated between heavy breathing, the knot returning yet again in your abdomen.

His hands found yours among your sweaty, tangled bodies, and he linked his fingers with yours, "Me too." he muttered with a strangled moan, bringing your interlocked hands up to his lips in order to place a loving kiss against the top of your hand.

The collision of hips, the sloshing of your wet pussy, and your sweet wails of his name were bringing him right to that same edge. He tried desperately to suppress the need for release just a little while longer, but the moment your walls clamped around him and you came all over his cock, he knew he was destined to follow soon after. Your legs laid heavy on his shoulders as your body spasmed, sensitive against his ever-thrusting cock. You laid still, coming down from your high as he continued his powerful fucking, chasing after his own high.

Law looked down to see his cum soaked cock easing in and out of you, and after a couple more thrusts he held your hips in place in order to release every bit of himself deep inside of you. Your body jolted at the feeling of his warm seed filling you up, you couldn't help but moan his name sweetly one last time, putting a tired, but content smile on Law's face.

You offered him a lazy smile in return, placing your hand against his cheek in an admiring manner. He eased into your touch, completely enamored with your post-sex face, all disheveled and flustered; absolutely stunning in his eyes.

"Should we go back to the party?" You whispered, definitely noticing the slight twitches of his cock, which was still buried inside you.

Do you ever think about staying like this forever?

Mercury resided in the arms of her best friend. She was supposed to feel content, happy, but a deep sadness tugged at her heart strings with the way Ace's fingers grazed against her skin in light brushes. Sleep was attempting to claim him, due to the comfort of having his best friend in his arms, but both found it difficult to even close their eyes; something was very wrong this time, both too terrified to call out the elephant in the room.

Whitebeard's crew was visiting for the second time that year. The crew visits her island two times a year for alliance business regarding her family. It also served as a pit stop, a small little island they could refuel and gain supplies at, so the crew typically stayed for a few days while visiting. Rowdy as they were, she always looked forward to every single visit as they brought a joy to her she couldn't experience anywhere else. Not to mention her best friend in the entire world resided along that ship, the infamous Portgas D. Ace.

Merc grew custom to Whitebeard visiting since she was a child, but Ace was a new addition around three years ago. She was used to the men on the crew being years ahead of her, but Ace was the first that was close to her own age. Needless to say, the friendship between the two was inevitable and instant. One of those connections that just feels natural, as if bound by fate. The one where you think, 'where have you been all my life?'.

For three whole years, Mercury has had to send away her best friend and impatiently wait for the next trip. Each visit has about a six month wait period in between, though at times it feels more like six years. It's only grown harder and harder for her to bear the thought of watching him sail away again; the fear of him never returning to her haunted her thoughts day and night.

Then why was Mercury so distant towards the one person she was most desperate to see again? Why was she pushing away the one person she wanted to see most? She counted the days down to the last hour before he arrived, but the moment their eyes connected and the way he greeted her, she couldn't deny the painful longing she felt.

"There's my best friend!"

A disappointed smile graced her lips when she landed in his embrace. Thankfully, he couldn't see the tears in her eyes while she buried her face into his ash-scented hair. That sentence should have made her beyond ecstatic, but it felt like a sharp knife to her chest. Why did such a loving welcome pain her so much?

"What's got you so worked up, Merc?" Ace broke the deafening silence, eager for reassurance. The fear of losing Mercury was beginning to bubble up and he couldn't subside it without consolation from her. Why was she treating him so differently this time? Did she not trust him anymore? Was she angry with him? Was there someone else?

She cursed herself mentally for being so blatantly obvious with her aloof demeanor. Merc had no intentions of making Ace worry, but she had no intentions of falling helplessly in love with him either.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She retorted, stiffening her body within his hold on her.

He sighed at her transparency, subtly tightening his grip, as if he was worried she would escape when she had the chance, "You know, I'm leaving tomorrow..."

A painful shot through the heart, "Yeah, I know." Her response was empty and that only killed Ace more. Mercury was typically an open book, and though it was obvious she was upset about something, just what that was left Ace haunted.

"I don't want to leave on a bad note. If something's bothering you, then I want to know about it." The way he talked at her so sternly made her feel so small, "I'm your best friend after all...right?"

There it was, the pure guilt. She should've known pushing Ace away was only going to increase his insecurities. Why couldn't things be normal? Why couldn't she just enjoy the time with her best friend? Why did she have to be so selfish and ache for something more?

"Of course you are, and I don't want you to leave on a bad note either." In fact, she didn't want him to leave at all; funny how she was pushing him further away despite needing him right there with her.

"Then talk to me." She didn't have to look into his eyes to know how pleading they were, how desperate they were for solace.

"I just..." but now wasn't the time to say it, she wasn't sure that any time would be the right time. So she suppressed her feelings for that night, for the sake of his happiness, "It's nothing. I just don't want you to go. It's always hard to say goodbye to you."

It was the truth, but there was more to it that Ace would never know. He snuggled his head into her hair, inhaling a deep breath of relief. It's not that he was happy about her sadness, but rather he was relieved knowing that she didn't seem upset with him. "It's always hard to leave you."

Then stay.

The words echoed in her brain like a harrowing lament, though she wanted to scream them out loud. They spent the rest of the night comforting each other until falling asleep, silently praying the sun would take it's time to rise. Mercury could learn to be content with this life; she would rather have him as her best friend than nothing else, after all.

* * *

When she awoke, the chill of the morning brushed across her skin at the lack of Ace's warmth. Her eyes adjusted to the blinding sunlight as they fixated onto a small piece of paper placed on her bedside table. The handwriting was sloppy, a distinct sign of Ace's penmanship, and she picked the note up with shaky hands.

Merc,

We had to board a bit earlier than expected today. I had a wonderful time these past three days. I hope you did too. I look forward to next time. See you in six months.

- Ace

Six months. Six more agonizing months away from Ace; her best friend, her whole heart. The idea of waiting that long to see his smiling face again made her sick to her stomach. For a moment, she contemplated laying in her bed for the rest of her day; wallow in her self-pity for not having the courage to confess her feelings to the one person who meant the most to her. But this couldn't be goodbye, this wasn't right. So, she ran towards the docks, begging for it to not be too late.

Her heart flipped seeing the massive ship still at port, it was as if the world was cheering for her; helping her and pushing her forward. She started to think maybe this was meant to be after all. Would the world be on her side for this confessional? From a distance, it seemed as if most everyone had boarded, with a few stragglers making their way up the loading dock. She was worried she wouldn't make it in time, so her feet carried her faster though her thighs were beginning to ache from overexertion.

She didn't know what she was thinking as she ran up the walkway, pushing through the crowd of crew members. She was hardly thinking at all, only about seeing Ace. What would she say to him? Would she be able to say anything at all? Merc attempted to formulate a plan, but everything seemed to leave her the moment she stepped on ship.

"Mercury? What are you-" She ignored Marco's questioning, rushing past him with purpose.

"Where is he? Where's Ace?" Her breathing was erratic and heavy, but she continued on, "Ace!"

Suddenly, the ship grew quiet at her pleading calls, allowing Ace to emerge into sight with a worried look on his face, "Mercury, what's wrong?"

Perhaps it was the adrenaline from rushing so hastily, or the crushing feeling of being under the curious eyes of every single crew member, but all sensible thoughts shut down as she stomped over to the freckled boy. His eyes widened for a moment while she grabbed his face in between her hands. There was no hesitation as she planted a small kiss on his surprised lips. It was rather quick due to her nervousness and she pulled away shakily to gauge his reaction. His eyes were even wider at this point, lips quivering and agape.

"I don't want you to go, Ace. I can't bear the thought of six months without you again."

Stunned, no words escaped his lips while he stared at her. She was still holding him in place, and though his lack of response was disheartening, the act of confessing was lifting a heavy weight off her shoulders, "Take me with you. I want to be with you, always. If you'll have me..."

Tears formed in her eyes, the flux of emotions making her all the more perturbed. She was so relieved to get this off her chest, so happy to have Ace so close, but also desperate for some kind of reaction from him. The drawn out silence was killing her.

Her mouth opened in a question, but then was shut quickly by Ace's lips. He kissed her softly, much as she did, and pulled back the same, gauging her reaction. Their eyes fluttered open to look at each other, and next thing they knew, they collided, practically devouring the other.

The roaring sound of excitement from the crew was deafened by the pair's own beating hearts and the fireworks going off in their heads. Their lips melded into each other's, finding a new home, their true home against one another. This was what was missing the whole time. Ace's arms snaked around her body, pulling her chest into his, while her fingers tangled in his hair. Everything seemed so right with the world in that very moment.

They pulled away for air, though he refused to loosen his grip on her, "I was hoping you'd say that." His best friend was in love with him too.

* * *

Amongst the cheers and celebrations, Ace and Mercury found themselves in his cabin aboard the Moby Dick. Their passions were aflame as they struggled to keep their lips and hands to themselves. Though all feelings were on the table now, they still craved more and more from each other as they roamed each other's bodies in fervor.

Mercury's back collapsed against the mattress, catching her by surprise, though the sudden weight of Ace atop her made her head swim. Their lips met once more in heated bouts of passion while they undressed each other. Merc seemed to gain her senses once realizing both she and her best friend were fully naked with one another for the first time. Ace noticed and couldn't prevent the flush from igniting his cheeks. He had loved her for so long, but having her like this was beyond a dream come true; almost unbelievable.

"Is it really me you want?" He whispered hesitantly against her lips.

He couldn't look her in the eye as he questioned this, terrified that maybe this was all just spur of the moment and she'd regret it in the morning. They were on the verge of crossing the line between best friends and lovers, and he needed to know she was truly okay with that.

Her soft fingers caressed the side of his face while he leaned into her touch, "I want you, Ace. Always."

A cheesy, but joyful smile spread across his lips. Tears were beginning to brim his eyes from the overflow of emotions, "I love you...so much, Merc. I have for so long."

"What!"

"What?"

Suddenly, a pillow collided with Ace's head, "Ouch, what's the deal?"

Though she was slightly pissed, Mercury couldn't contain the giddiness on her features, "I spent the past three days nearly killing myself over if I should confess to you or not! And you mean to tell me you've loved me all this time? Why didn't you say anything!"

Ace sat back onto his heels. Mercury was taken aback by the suddenly serious aura, "I thought there was no way you could love someone like me. I honestly figured you were so distant during this trip because you found out and you didn't want to hurt my feelings."

Those damned insecurities of his; she wanted nothing more than to take away all his pain, remind him everyday how incredible and loved he was. The two had their own failures, faults, and insecurities, but when together, they seemed to forget about all of it. Nothing ever completely went away, but they seemed to numb each other's pains and that was enough to make them feel bound to one another. That's what brought them here to this very point, united at last. If anything, they were created to love and cherish one another.

"Oh, Ace..." Mercury began, lacing her fingers with his. His eyes trailed sadly towards their joined hands, watching while his thumb rubbed against her skin for comfort, "I love you and I have loved you ever since the day I first met you. You're kind, funny, intelligent, full of surprises, and best of all, you make me feel at peace. You give me a purpose in this world and that purpose is to love you forever. When I'm with you, I feel at home. Right here is where I belong, with you. Don't ever doubt my feelings for you. I'll confess to you every day if I have to."

A small smile spread across his face and he brought their hands up to his lips for a soft kiss. His warmth returned to her body as he lowered himself back onto her torso, settling himself between her thighs, "Let me confess to you, then. I want to make love to you."

"Ace..." she whined, averting her eyes in embarrassment. An intense heat radiated throughout her entire being, god, why did he have to be so blunt?

She couldn't think coherently though as Ace buried his face into her neck to litter soft kisses along the delicate skin. She somehow smelled even sweeter like this, and he found himself intoxicated by her every scent, move, and sound. Ace was always warm to the touch, but the warmth that radiated from his skin onto her own was riveting to her. The two were completely captivated to have each other so intimately after all this time, so they didn’t hesitate to express their love for another through every kiss, touch, and passionate notion.

Ace rocked into her body with a gentleness she hadn't expected from such a ruffian as he. But each thrust was sensual and so full of love, she felt completely encapsulated by Ace's presence. He was everywhere around her all at once, and she bathed in the love he was pouring into her. Ace watched her every expression, and drunk in her every mewl and cry of pleasure while he made love to her. He was the one making her feel so good, and he intended to be the only one for the rest of their lives.

Her legs grew weak at the way he was looking down at her so lovingly, the way he praised her so adoringly. He truly loved her, she could feel it. Mercury prayed he could feel the love she had for him in return as she took every bit of him with eagerness; the way she kissed him and verbally expressed her love for him and the things he was doing to her. She dug markings into his skin out of desperation that he would wear with pride. They were markings of intimacy with the love of his life; there was nothing to be ashamed about with her.

The two reached their peaks together, the both of them reaching nirvana with cries of pleasure and loving exclamations. With their bodies still connected, and the after glow ever present on their faces, Ace whispered to her, "I don't deserve you."

A calloused hand trailed along her cheek in adoration, and before she could protest, he placed his forehead against hers, "But that won't stop me from loving you for the rest of my life."

She pulled him into her for one last reaffirming kiss. They proceeded to clean off their soaked bodies, smiling so contently at each other with each instance of eye contact. Mercury settled into the bed, finding herself genuinely tired for the first time in days, "I don't ever want to leave this bed."

Not her. Why her?

(Name)'s brain wracked for any logical reasoning behind Shanks's approval of that bimbo's incessant flirting. It wasn't as if he were flirting back, necessarily. To anyone else it would probably seem so, but she knew Shanks's ways. He was way too nice of a guy, way too friendly, and right now, way too accepting of another woman's advances. It was pissing her off.

"Oh, Shanks, you're so funny! Buy me another!" The boisterous woman proclaimed, obviously making sure everyone in the bar could hear her flirting with the Red-Haired Shanks.

Oh, Shanks, you're so funny hehehe give me your dick please because I'm a thirsty, desperate hoe (Name) mocked to herself, rolling her eyes and taking a big swig of her choice of drink for the night. Maybe if she ordered about six more of those she could forget about this whole ordeal. That sounded like a plan.

"You're mocking her now? Seriously? Are you a child?" The bartender, (Name)'s best friend, questioned with a raised brow, scoffing a little. (Name) sighed, shoving her empty glass over to her friend as a silent request for another drink. Her friend sighed in return, reaching towards the shelf to pour her another. They both knew this was going to be a long night.

"I just don't get it. Why is he letting her be all over him like that? Why is he buying her all those drinks and keeping her so close to him? Doesn't he realize she's just trying to get in his pants? She's just flirting with him because of his status!" (Name) yelled in a hushed tone, trying to not bring attention to her ranting.

"And why does that bother you so much?" (Name)'s friend questioned with a hint of sarcasm, rubbing a wet rag onto a dirty spot on the counter.

"Because!" (Name) peered behind her to see Shanks smiling away with his friends, enjoying the music and the booze to his heart's content. His eyes caught her own and somehow, his smile managed to grow even wider at the connection. His teeth practically glistened under the bar lights, cheeks threatening to burst from his extra cheesy smile. She smiled back, halfheartedly, offering a small wave before she turned back to her friend, a tint of red on her cheeks. (Name)'s friend chuckled to herself at her helplessly in love best friend.

"Because he's so much more than that! Shanks is so much more than a pretty face and a gorgeous smile. He's so much more than an infamous pirate or a fearsome Warlord. He's Shanks. The kindhearted man who'd do anything to help even a random stranger out. The one who'd risk his life to protect those he loved, those he cared about." A smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Not to mention he's an absolute dork who can literally laugh at anything. He lives to make people laugh and smile. He's so fun-loving and compassionate and adventurous and just so great. He deserves so much more than these cheap women who are only after him because of his power. He deserves someone who loves him for who he truly is, someone who would love him no matter his status. He deserves..."

"You know what he deserves the most?" (Name)'s friend interrupted, wiping away casually at an empty glass. (Name)'s eyes widened for a moment, intrigued by her friend's question, "He deserves to hear those words from you himself. He's not gaining anything by you telling me your feelings, you need to tell him how you feel. Don't you think he deserves that?"

(Name)'s head drooped, forehead dropping rather harshly onto the cold wood of the bar, "Yeah, you're probably right..." she muttered, "but he deserves so much better than me."

*

The remaining five drinks went down with ease as (Name) and her friend attempted to talk about anything else other than Shanks for a little while. The bar filled up as the night when on, so (Name) was left to her own devices while her friend served customers. As she took the last sip of her sixth drink, the shrill, obnoxious laughter of the woman at Shanks's table was beginning to give her a headache. She was drunk, irritated, and just emotionally exhausted, so (Name) decided to head home for the night.

"Let me know when you make it, okay?" Her friend waved while (Name) offered a sloppy thumbs up before stumbling out the door. Should she have said something to Shanks before leaving? Probably, she knew he would be worried about her leaving without a single word. It was his party after all, and she of course had a personal invitation from the red head himself. Nevertheless, she had avoided him all night due to insecurities, so of course he was already concerned. In her drunk selfish state, that's exactly what she wanted.

Shanks watched with sad eyes as (Name) waltzed out, not even looking back at him once on her way out the door. He quietly excused himself from the table to go talk to (Name)'s friend, "Hey, is (Name) alright?"

She couldn't contain the smile that graced her lips, he looked absolutely worried for her friend and for a moment, she wondered if (Name) had any reason to doubt Shanks's feelings for her in the first place. There was something there after all, she had noticed his wandering eyes searching for (Name)'s all night. Of course, (Name) was too stubborn, and drunk, to see that.

"Yeah, she's just heading home. She'll be fine." She responded.

Shanks looked out the door once more, perhaps hoping she would return to at least say goodnight to him, "Oh, well alright. Thanks for letting me know." As he turned to walk away, in a moment of desperation, (Name)'s friend reached for his arm without thinking.

"Hey, Shanks?" Her voice was hardly above a whisper now, leaning close towards the man.

"Yeah?" He responded, getting a little anxious at her sudden seriousness.

There was an awkward pause for a moment as (Name)'s friend contemplated her next words. She wouldn't dare confess her friend's feelings, but perhaps something more subtle would grab his attention.

"(Name)'s a great girl, ya know." Her eyes peered to the woman that had been glued to Shanks all night. She was laughing away, seemingly targeting Benn with her flirtations for the moment, though he showed zero interest in anything she had to say.

He didn't even have to follow her eyes to know who she was staring at or even what she was referring to. A smile spread across his face at her words, and he responded with a reassuring nod, confirming every aching question she had screaming in her brain, "I know. She's the best."

* The walk home hardly took any time as (Name) lived close by, but it felt like eons due to her dreary state of mind. She stumbled up the stairs into her apartment room, keys jingling so loudly as she fumbled with the door knob that her head pounded. As she made her way in, a welcoming meow from her cat startled her for a moment, but she was finally at home, finally at peace. That was until she noticed the den-den mushi seemingly waiting for her beside her couch.

She plopped down onto her stomach among her couch, staring at the phone with squinted eyes. Her hand reached out hesitantly, then retreated back as if she were about to touch a hot stove. Her heart was screaming call him but her gut was begging her to literally do anything else. Well, she was never great at listening to her gut instincts, anyhow.

Her shaky fingers stumbled with the dial, almost dialing the wrong number, but she knew his number by heart from the day he gave it to her. Shanks and his crew had been on a bit of vacation along her island for a few months now. He frequented her best friend's bar, which was where they met. He was a bit drunk and gave her his number one night, and she took it as innocent flirting as she soon realized that was merely his personality. But that didn't stop her from calling him at late hours of the night, the pair sharing rather interesting conversations while he was stowed away on his ship and she was cozy in her apartment. They called each other pretty much every night, and there wasn't a night, that she could remember anyway, where they didn't end it with a simple, but meaningful, goodnight.

The ringing of the snail brought her back to her senses, making the situation suddenly feel absolutely real to her. It took three rings before that familiar husky voice answered with a small hello.

Silent, stunned, no words escaped her lips for quite some time. Why she was so surprised he actually picked up, she wasn't too sure. He always answered her calls, but this was the first time she silently prayed he wouldn't.

"(Name)?" He questioned, concern clear in his voice.

She clumsily twirled the cord of the den den mushi between her fingers, biting her lip to prevent her from saying something completely idiotic, but the words spilled forth anyway.

"I fucking love you." She stated, her words slurred together a bit, but she meant it with every fiber of her being. She loved him when she was drunk, she loved him when she was sober, and she loved him during every moment in between. She knew she would have to tell him someday, as he wouldn't remain here forever. Her already heated cheeks somehow ignited to even warmer temperatures as she awaited his response.

It was his turn to offer her silence. The only sound heard was his steady breathing and the bouncing of her nervous thighs. Without another sound, he responded, "Hang up, and tell me this when you're sober."

For a moment, her heart sank to the pits of her stomach. She had tried so desperately to mentally and emotionally prepare herself for rejection, this was rejection, right?

"Goodnight, (Name)." He muttered before hanging up the phone.

Goodnight? At first, she dismissed his goodnight as a mere end to the conversation. It took a moment for his words to sink in, and when they did, her heart nearly burst from her chest. A relieved smile spread across her face. She was still a drunken mess, but the smile that graced her lips was genuine, endearing. She couldn’t wait to be sober again.

*

No hangover could stop (Name) from making her way down to the bar, practically running towards her destination. Her head ached at the brightness of the sunlight, pounding with every step she took, but she had to see him. She was fully sober now, a little nervous, but also eager to be with him again.

The bar doors slammed open, catching everyone's attention for a moment. Normally having everyone's attention on her would have her running for cover, but all that mattered was the red-head sitting at his usual table. Their eyes met and Shanks offered her a playful smirk as he watched her walk over to him confidently. He stood from his chair, easily towering over her figure, but it didn't scare her.

"Ahh, (Name)! Now, what was it you had to tell me?" Shanks questioned, acting like the same fool she fell in love with months ago. A silly smile warmed his face as he awaited in anticipation to hear her say those three words.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt instead, dragging his lips down to her tippy-toe level, "Come here, idiot." (Name) smiled before pulling his lips onto hers in a harsh yet passionate lip lock. His arm wrapped around her waist, instinctively pulling her up into him, lips graciously accepting her ravenous kisses with warmth and love. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist while he easily held her in place, their lips never ceasing for even second.

The bar erupted into cheers, a few women scoffed and left the bar, but none of it mattered to either of them as everything was so clear now.

"I love you." She muttered in between kisses, "I fucking love you, Shanks."

He smiled widely at her words, heart pounding at hearing them, he could hear her say it forever, "I love you more, silly. Took ya long enough.”

This beautiful moment was of course an easy excuse to celebrate, the captain had fallen in love! So the crew threw another grand party, and though the party was quite obviously for the two of them, Shanks and (Name) made a point to make time for themselves; a private moment to really show just how much they loved each other. 

After hours of passionate love-making, the pair remained in his bed, sweaty legs tangled together in the sheets, lips trailing lazy kisses along each other’s skin. 

“Come with me.” He whispered lovingly, his soft lips tickling at the sensitive bruised skin of her neck, “Just stay like this with me, forever.”

She offered him a tired smile, but responded genuinely, “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”