Then, without a word, you pivot like a professional rugby player with Olympic instincts and vanish into the crowd. One clean, graceful escape.

Shanks freezes mid-laugh, hand still hovering in the air like a man suddenly realizing the joke was on him. “Was that—?”

Benn doesn’t even look up from his drink. “Yeah. That was her. Saw the mark.”

Shanks blinks once. Twice. “...Shit.”

He’s gone before anyone notices, tripping over a chair, losing a boot, and knocking over three bottles in what can only be described as the sexiest disaster exit in Grand Line history.

Cut to three days later.

You open your door to find him standing there barefoot, slightly sunburned, holding a lopsided bouquet that looks like it was stolen from several gardens and maybe a funeral. His shirt is half-tucked, his grin sheepish enough to count as a confession, and his hair somehow still looks good.

“Hey,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, about that noble…”

You stare. Then you close the door in his face.

There’s silence for a moment. Then a soft thud as he leans against the door with a defeated sigh. “Yeah. Fair.”

Benn Beckman

You find him at some dingy seaside bar, cigar in one hand, whiskey in the other, and someone perched far too comfortably on his lap. He’s smirking, voice low, the kind of charm that should come with a warning label.

Your soulmate mark flares like it’s personally offended.

He glances up mid-laugh and sees you in the doorway.

You stare. He stares. The mark glows brighter.

You turn on your heel and vanish so fast the door’s still swinging.

Benn just sighs, long and slow, the sound of a man whose night got complicated.

Shanks, from the next table, grins. “That her?”

Benn nods. “Yeah.”

Shanks smirks. “You gonna chase her?”

Benn takes a drag, blows out smoke, and mutters, “Yep. And she’s gonna shoot me when I get her.”

Narrator: She did, in fact, aim first.

Kaido

He is blackout drunk, shirt hanging open, bottle of sake in one hand, and a very enthusiastic woman in the other. He’s alternating between drinking and making out, somehow managing to look both victorious and tragic.

You step into the main hall of the Beast Pirates’ compound. The air reeks of alcohol and bad decisions. Your soulmate mark goes off like a smoke alarm possessed by God.

Kaido turns, lips wet, eyes bloodshot, blinking like a confused dragon seeing daylight for the first time. “Eh? Who’re you—?”

You freeze for half a heartbeat. Then your survival instincts kick in. You turn and sprint.

Kaido blinks again, realization dawning slowly through the haze of sake. “Wait. Was that my soulmate?”

He grabs his kanabo. “OI! DON’T RUN! I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!”

The ground shakes. You dive over a table. Bottles explode. Pirates scatter. Someone screams, “EARTHQUAKE,” and another yells, “NO, THAT’S JUST THE CAPTAIN FLIRTING AGAIN!”

He’s lumbering after you, half-laughing, half-shouting, smashing through walls like they owe him money.

You nearly die five times in thirty seconds. Once from debris, once from terror, and the other three just from pure cardio failure.

You don’t stop until you’ve changed islands, possibly species, and definitely legal identity.

Back in Wano, Kaido stands shirtless in the rubble of his hall, squinting at the horizon, still holding the sake bottle.

“...Think she liked me,” he mutters.

King sighs. “She jumped into the ocean.”

Kaido nods solemnly. “Yeah. Love does that to people.”

King

He’s standing there like a statue while some brave fool is trying to kiss the metal half of his face. It’s not romantic. It’s deeply awkward. Sparks are flying, literally, because the person keeps hitting the wrong angle, and you can hear enamel scraping on steel.

You step into the doorway, your soulmate mark blazing like a flare from hell.

He turns his head slightly, one red eye flickering. You make eye contact.

It’s silent. Tense. A single flame flickers along his jaw.

Then you do what any reasonable person would do in this situation. You run.

No hesitation. No dignity. Just pure flight.

He doesn’t move for a full five seconds, standing there like he’s processing a software update. Then he launches.

The air cracks. Sonic boom. You hear him before you see him.

You scream. He’s flying overhead, silent as death, cape snapping in the wind. You cut through the forest like a fugitive from destiny.

Then he’s just there. In front of you. Not even breathing hard.

You hit his chest at full speed and bounce off like a rubber ball from a tank.

He catches your wrist effortlessly, looking down at you. “Stop,” he says, calm and final. “We’re bonded. You’ll adapt.”

You respond with the only reasonable gesture left in your arsenal—you grab a rock and throw it with heroic spite.

It cracks against his chestplate. The sound echoes.

He blinks once. Then his mouth curls, barely perceptible. He looks impressed. And a little too interested.

You turn and run again, faster, nearly crying, yelling over your shoulder, “I WILL NOT ADAPT!”

He sighs, flame sparking brighter. “You will.”

He’s already following again, silent, steady, terrifyingly patient.

By the time you reach the next village, people are whispering about the strange half-metal man politely setting trees on fire while chasing a screaming stranger through the countryside.

Thatch

He’s on a kitchen counter, kissing someone like it’s the final round of a cooking competition and the secret ingredient is tongue flambé. There’s flour in his hair, an apron hanging off one shoulder, and enough ego in the room to season a feast.

You walk in. You see him. He sees you.

Your soulmate mark flares like a warning siren. His eyes go wide.

You turn and flee like someone just yelled “Salmonella!”

He blinks once. “Wait—babe?”

Then he’s after you, apron flapping, spatula still in hand, yelling across the kitchen, “BABE, WAIT! I HAVE DESSERT! I DIDN’T KNOW YOU’D BE HOT!”

You’re already halfway down the hall, vaulting over a chair.

He keeps running, charming and chaotic, shouting apologies to passing crewmates as he goes. “MOVE! I’M IN LOVE AND ALSO ON FIRE!”

You dive straight out the window, hit the lawn, and keep running like your life depends on it.

Thatch leans out after you, spatula raised triumphantly. “SHE’S JUST PLAYING HARD TO GET!”

You weren’t.

Two hours later, the crew is still laughing while he’s insisting, “It’s a romantic slow burn!”

Marco

He’s very politely pulling back from a kiss with someone who clearly started it. It’s all calm and soft lighting, the sort of scene that would be tasteful if your soulmate mark wasn’t glowing like a cursed nightlight.

Then he looks up. Sees you. Sees your mark. Sees the exact expression of “divine betrayal and mild cardiac arrest” on your face.

You don’t say a word. You just run. Like your shoes are late on rent and you’re collecting interest.

Marco blinks once. Sighs. “Yoi… not how I wanted to meet you.”

Then he bursts into flames. Not metaphorically. Literally. Blue fire. Giant glowing bird.

He’s following from above, all calm and glowing while you’re down below, sprinting through the jungle like a feral tax evader.

“I can wait,” he calls, in the most soothing voice imaginable for someone currently on fire.

You trip over a root and eat dirt.

He lands beside you in one elegant swoop, feathers shimmering, posture apologetic. “Careful, yoi. You’ll hurt yourself.”

You look up, covered in mud, gasping for breath.

He smiles gently. “We can talk when you’re done running.”

You throw a coconut at him.

You woke up one day as one of the hundreds of maids and servants employed by the Kingdom of Thralkeld. Originally, you were just a regular waitress and college student, barely scraping by through a system of rarely paid rent and skipped meals. 

Being a broke student was fine, for a while. You found respite through a silly otome game; Sinner's Escape. A dark romance where the MC is a runaway princess from a savage kingdom who seeks refuge in Thralkeld. Your, or rather her, love interests included a poor baker, a knight, the king, and the king's butler. Ultimately, she would end up with the King on most routes, though you personally liked the butler for his calm and responsible demeanor. He held a sinister way of disposing of rivals that was calculated and silent. 

The others were far too messy. Especially the king, Alric, who was an obsessive man, constantly fawning over the MC with lavish gifts and a falsely immature personality. You hated how fake he was. How could a player possibly love a character that makes the MC fall for a fallacy? 

Behind all the cutesy acting and baby talking was a cunning and violent man. 

You lived your life as a maid rather conservatively, however; doing your chores, following orders, and then locking yourself in your shabby room until your shift would begin once again. 

You weren't quite sure when King Alric took notice of you. 

Perhaps it was when you were forced to bring him breakfast in bed when he was 'sick.' A ploy he mustered up to make the MC dote on him. She was here, staying in one of the rooms as an honorary guest - or rather as a very pretty stray he picked up. 

She sat atop his bed, playing with his blonde hair with a sweet smile on her face. His head in her lap, arms wrapped around her waist and piercing blue eyes holding a deceitfully pitiful look. 

"I've brought the master's breakfast, my lady." 

She thanked you politely, and you bowed, glaring at him in passing. 

Had he noticed? Probably. You hoped not. 

At another point, you had gotten in an argument with the infamous butler. 

"You can't just leave all your trash for us to pick up! It isn't fair." You shouted. 

The butler was rather spoiled, something you hadn't caught onto when playing the game. He was just leaving his garbage everywhere! And none of the maids could say anything for fear of retaliation. 

"Your tongue should match your status." 

"Your tongue should match your face. If you were handsome maybe I'd let you scold me, but you're ugly and mean and gross and totally uncool!" You were certain you'd get called a witch for your odd language and uncharacteristic yelling. Maybe even stoned, or at least fired. 

What you hadn't expected was a laugh to sound from behind you. 

The king, with all of his pearly white teeth, was actually laughing, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. When had you been employed into his staff? What a hilarious woman! 

Suddenly, you began noticing the king's presence every time you would utter a grievance (or a cruel opinion). Subconsciously, Alric found himself seeking out your theatrics. Passing by the kitchen, the maid's chambers, or even the back corner of the garden where the laundry is tended to became a habit whenever he needed a good laugh. 

You are rather honest about everything; something he is simply no good at. 

King Alric began requesting your presence for afternoon tea. Your speech and unfiltered conversations were a relief to him, who was so used to pleasantries. He could speak as degenerately as he wished to, and you would simply respond as normal without judgement, unless you wanted to be judgmental. 

Ahh, how wonderful it is to speak with someone who doesn't fear my status. 

"You hate that butler of mine, don't you?" He chuckled, offering you a cup.

You shook your head and politely declined the cup. "I don't hate him. He's just a jerk." 

"Yes, sometimes I wish I could just snap his neck." King Alric closed his eyes, as if truly pondering the scenario. "He speaks far too plainly with my possessions." 

You raised a brow, but spoke anyway. "I wouldn't snap his neck, personally. But one good punch to his face would def set that guy straight." 

"Def," he smiled, "You have such an interesting manner of speaking." 

The MC was gone soon after. You weren't quite sure where she had gone. You were certain she would have followed the king's route, though you supposed she may have been mingling with the others and finally made a different choice. 

Another argument had ensued between the butler and you, this time sparked up by him. 

"You are seducing the king, you filthy rat." He accused, a pointed finger hitting your chest. 

You could only stare in confusion, smacking at his hand and stepping back. 

"The fuck are you talking about?" 

"How could he have possibly fallen for such a foul-mouthed cretin, when that beauty was right at his fingertips." He muttered the last part, almost inaudibly, though you caught it. 

Before you could respond, King Alric's arm slunk around your waist, pulling you into his chest in a warm embrace. You noticed a light smell of vanilla. 

"Are you bothering my favorite maid?" 

You couldn't see his expression, but judging by the one on the butler's, you were certain it couldn't have been good. 

And that was when it hit you; if the MC was no longer his love interest, did that mean he could choose someone else? Was it possible? 

You shuffled out of his arms, a nervous smile painting your lips. "Haha... I'm just gonna... Get back to work." 

The next time you saw him was only a week later, the king's boisterous voice booming as he entered the crowded kitchen. You were boiling ginger when he pulled you against his chest once again, barking at the other maids and cooks to leave. 

The smell of vanilla was gone and replaced with something more metallic, but you couldn't exactly prove it. 

"I have good news, little princess."

You gasped, turning around and pushing him away - which was futile. "Princess? That could get me executed!" 

He sighed. "Since when did you care about how we talk?"

"Since you started giving me nicknames like little princess." 

King Alric dropped his head atop your shoulder. "Well, I have good news, little princess." You grumbled, but let him speak anyway. "It seems my butler has resigned. And I'd like to give his position to you, as my personal maid." You could feel his smile against your ear.

"What? Your personal maid?" You shook involuntarily, gripping at his shirt. Butler positions are for life, no intelligent man would resign such a permanent and high-class job. In the game, the butler was so loyal, he was willing to share the MC with the King if it meant staying under his employment. 

A particular route suddenly came to mind. It was one of the rarer endings, a bad one where the king goes berserk and kills quite literally everyone. 

That was the one and only game ending in which the butler was no longer at Alric's side. 

"He's dead," you whispered, eyes widening with realization.

You hadn't meant to speak your thoughts aloud, truly you hadn't. But the moment came so suddenly. 

Sure, you hated the butler as you had grown to know him, but ultimately, he was your favorite character. He was a pious little shit whose arguing became a steady comfort within the chaos of a new life. 

Before you knew it, tears were brimming against your face, trailing down and wetting his shirt as you clung to him. 

"Shhh." King Alric whispered, holding you tighter. "How'd you know I killed him?" He slowly began trailing kisses against your neck, ending at your jaw with a wet tongue snaking its way across. "You always suspected me, huh? I noticed it. When we first locked eyes."

You mustered a little huh.

"You looked at me with such reverence. As if you knew I was faking for her affection." 

A large hand clasped at your chin, forcing you to look up at King Alric with big, worried eyes. "What happened to her?"

His eyes darkened, his lids lowering as if entranced by your beauty despite his sinister anger. His thumb and pointer finger squeezed harder at your cheek. 

"She and my butler are spending time together. Peacefully." 

Ducking down, King Alric connected your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring the wetness. He lowered his hand to your neck, never squeezing, only resting. If you resisted, you wondered if he would do it. 

You didn't want to find out. 

The plushness of your skin against his fingertips sent Alric reeling, a dizzying hotness spreading to his groin and flaring his skin with goosebumps. 

"You're the only one," he muttered in between breaths. "The only one who accepts me - the real me." 

"H-Hold on, Alric. You can't just-" 

The words were shaken out of you when two large hands pushed you back. King Alric was in a frenzy, and the tight squeeze on your shoulders forced a yelp to escape your lips. 

He was shocked.

"My name." Alric's voice was barely above a whisper. 

Despite the absurd situation, you found yourself laughing, an exasperation present that worked up your confidence. "Yeah, your name." 

There was a silence, and all you could do was scrutinize his now unrefined attire until your eyes landed on the growing tent in his pants. It looked almost painful, and a strange pooling in your stomach brought you back to reality. 

"You're not real," you mustered out. "This is a game. It's all pixels. You don't exist, the butler isn't dead, and I'm definitely not about to..." 

Your voice trailed off, the king's head cocking to the side in confusion. 

"I'm not real?" 

"You're not."

"Have you gone mad?" 

"Maybe." 

Alric smirked, encasing your hand beneath his, fingers guiding yours to the swell of his trousers. The softness of the fabric and stiffened bulge a clear indication of his desperate need. 

"Is this not real?" You almost heard a whine in his voice when he asked this of you. 

Your silence was deafening, and as the spoiled brat he is; took it as a confirmation to continue. 

"Turn around." His voice was commanding, authoritative in the way you would expect of a true king. Alric spun you on your heels, pushing your maid's skirt up to situate himself behind you. His hand rubbed smooth circles against your ass cheeks and love handles. "Why don't you feel how real I am?" He whispered into your ear, nibbling at the tip before biting down. 

Alric fumbled with releasing his dick, the appendage slapping at your thigh and the precum dribbling down your leg. 

When you felt the tip go near the crevice of your thighs, you squealed but protested. "Not inside! Anything but inside." 

Alric used his free hand to turn your face to look back at him, a thumb pressed into your bottom lip and cooing. "Anything for my little princess." 

Your maniacal king honored his word, shoving his length between your legs instead of inside your aching pussy. 

Slowly, he moved forward and backward, simply relishing in the feeling of your plush thighs rubbing against his dick oh so perfectly. 

"God, you're amazing."

"You're doing so good for me." 

"Juuust like that, princess." 

The feeling of your clit rubbing against his shaft was nothing short of euphoric, sweet moans the only audible sound from you as you gorged yourself on the king's cock. 

You hiked the front of your skirt over your forearms, a nimble hand reaching for Alric's tip and rubbing small circles. 

Alric's head fell back, his grip on you tightening. "If you do that, I'll..." Your body began moving in sync with his, allowing yourself the stimulation he provided. 

His speed increased; what was once long, dragged out movements became desperate bucks, short and quick and ever so pleasurable. 

"I'm cumming, princess." Alric pressed his front into your backside, his large chest engulfing your frame as he chased his high, you not far behind him. 

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck..."

The milky white substance leaked from his tip, covering your hands and the inside of your maid's skirt. He continued, however, allowing you to feel the building pressure and release. The sounds of your perfect moans swallowed him whole. 

And you were worried; because the feeling of his warm cum coating your hands and legs made you want to know what it would feel like inside of you. 

10/1 · · Loss of Virginity ♡ Charlotte Katakuri 10/2 · · Leash & Collar ♡ Sir Crocodile 10/3 · · Wax Play ♡ Dracule Mihawk 10/4 · · Spanking ♡ Jinbe 10/5 · · Deepthroating ♡ King 10/6 · · Birthday Sex + Lingerie ♡ Trafalgar Law 10/7 · · Breeding Kink ♡ Charlotte Katakuri 10/8 · · Anal (F!Receiving) ♡ Sir Crocodile 10/9 · · Biting/Marking ♡ Dracule Mihawk 10/10 · · Eating Out ♡ Jinbe 10/11 · · Breathplay ♡ King 10/12 · · Bondage ♡ Trafalgar Law 10/13 · · 69 ♡ Charlotte Katakuri 10/14 · · Facial ♡ Sir Crocodile 10/15 · · Sex In The Bath ♡ Dracule Mihawk 10/16 · · Cockwarming ♡ Jinbe 10/17 · · Thigh Riding + Leather ♡ King 10/18 · · Titfucking ♡ Trafalgar Law 10/19 · · Thighfucking + Thigh High Socks ♡ Charlotte Katakuri 10/20 · · Hate Sex ♡ Sir Crocodile 10/21 · · Knifeplay ♡ Dracule Mihawk 10/22 · · Under The Table + Fingering ♡ Jinbe 10/23 · · Caught Masturbating ♡ King 10/24 · · Sex In A Closet/Cramped Space + Don't Get Caught ♡ Trafalgar Law 10/25 · · Costume (Reader In A Bunny Suit) ♡ Charlotte Katakuri 10/26 · · Sex Toy Control + Orgasm Denial ♡ Sir Crocodile 10/27 · · Hunt/Chase + Sex In The Woods ♡ Dracule Mihawk 10/28 · · Sex In The Ocean + Reader In A Bikini ♡ Jinbe 10/29 · · Size Kink + Belly Bulge ♡ King 10/30 · · Cam Girl ♡ Trafalgar Law 10/31 · · Spit Roasting + Double Penetration ♡ Charlotte Katakuri & King

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Both of you were born on the same day inside the palace. The difference is that you were born in your mother's small chamber. She was just one of the servants to a concubine, a lowly status. The consort was kind enough to send a doctor to help her give birth to you, while the consort went to witness the empress's birth.

She gave birth to a healthy prince. on the other hand, your mother died from labour, and you were born unhealthily; you could barely even breathe within a few hours.

But luckily, your mother's mistress, the consort Xin Qi she served, decided to adopt you. For a reason, out of pure pity, that her favorite maid who had served her since she entered that palace, her truly trusted friend, somehow caught the attention of that emperor at one of the meetings, and one thing led to another...

The first time you both met was when you were 6 years old at the palace garden, you were feeding the fish in the pond when he accidently ran into you, causing you to fall into the pond.

You struggle to breathe while the water feels like it's trying to drag you down, and this sense causes the boy to panic and scream for help.

Luckily, one of the servants is brave enough to jump into the pond to save you. You were immediately sent back to your chamber to rest while the doctors were on their way.

But some odd reasons the boy decided to stay by your side, watching as your maid carried you, rushing back to your chamber.He couldn't describe the gut feeling for the first time he felt worry??I mean, he shouldn't really be since it's just a random girl in the garden who knows who she belongs to, even if she were one of the concubines' daughters, he wouldn't have any consequences. I mean, after all, he was quite literally spoiled rotten; he didn't even have to dress himself or feed himself as all his servants would be there any moment he needed.

Before his birth, the emperor even said to himself if his dear empress gave birth to a prince, an heir, it would be the next king. That's what you heard from your maid; she even warned you if you met him, you must greet him and agree on anything he proposes, you mustn't protest to him, and blah blah blah, what a brat you think to yourself.

Back to reality, you felt the thick blanket on top of your body while he held your hand from the side. You side-eye him, giving him a confused and weird look.

"You push me-you blind-"

Before you could finish, you were shut by a hand across your mouth.

"Watch your mouth (y/n), his majesty is the crown prince. Forgive him, my majesty, she's just not used to a stranger being here hehe...."she then laughed awkwardly.

But he suddenly grabs your hand and apologizes

"I'm sorry i didn't mean to gege sorry gege muchen can take care of you-"

Yeah, the first interaction wasn't the best. You expected him to be more of a brat and rude but nope for some reason, he was...kind to you I mean he would sneak good treats and foods for you, would play with you, tell you what he learns and even teach you some, unlike the consort who only taught you how to become a proper and likeable lady.

But it's still weird for you that he would only treat you nicely, and it was obvious like he loved petting your head which you of course slap his hand away or hugged. People who walked by, especially those who witnessed that would stare and gossip afterward.

But he can't help it the first time he met he thinks it was the look of love he thinks that you were definitely the one which he confess to you once but you told him that your both to young to even understand the meaning but he just keep believing himself that yep she's the one to my heart and just blind by love.

But back then you didn't take him seriously, I mean come on, you guys were parents to a bunch of rabbits in the palace garden. You do enjoy spending time with him, you couldn't help but feel warm around him as if he's the sun to your moon.

Both of you decide to plant an apricot tree in the palace garden near the pond where you both first met and all , as a cute reminder not only that you can't wait for it to fully gown so that when it blossom you both could enjoy the view under the tree.

But of course, the gossips within the court spread the rumors soon to the whole palace, and the empress found out about it. She then restricted Muchen from seeing you, claiming that you will give no benefit for the palace not only that you're just one of the lowly maid kids that the emperor decide to play with your just a bad influence and distractions for him by telling his servents to keep an eye on him if he was caught hanging out with you. you'll be the one who receives a physical punishment, and he just has to write a whole book of poem.

Does it seem unfair, yes, but the empress doesn't care. She'll never dare to hurt her son; she baby him too much. she also bans you from going out of your chamber for a month. When you heard the new,s you were aboutly horrified.

Now both of you were in a bad situation . he doesn't wish for you to get hurt, especially because of him no never, he would never he rather let the actions be taken upon on him than you. You're just a like a glass lotus so gorgeous and fragile can be broken with one touch or a rude comment.

He did try to send you letters by tying it up on his pet parrot but soon it was found out and you were punished to be beaten by a wooden stick for 20 times.

You swear your limbs were almost broken at the end of it and you had to take a few months just so it could heal back to normal. When muchen heard about this, is was horrified and begged his servants to send you more doctors and others, etcetera that could help you heal faster and in a painless way.

With that in hand, he never dares to interfere with you anymore he fear that he could bring danger and harm to you, which is true.So those how the years went by...

~~

Both of you have grown into adults now and he was now the newly ascending emperor to his father's throne after his death. Many concubines were buried with him to serve him in the next life which will always be your worst nightmare and horrible fact you know about them.But at least you won't of them, right??

Let's see. Since he's now the emperor, he gets to have access around the palace , and without a doubt, he came to find you on the same day of the coronation.

When he went near your chamber, he heard giggles. That's odd she rarely giggles unless it's from me hmmm, maybe she just grew up now and changed he pushed open the door.

The first thing his eyes landed on was a man.

A MAN in your chamber? Who is he? What is he doing with you in your CHAMBER???

But he couldn't help but glare at you as well, you gown so much now even gorgeous than before so lively, but why? Did that guy make you feel that way??

With his presence in your chamber, both you and your secret lover bow and greet him."Greeting, my lord, what brings you here...?" you ask

"Who's that with you, (y/n)?"

"I'm Jun Jian, one of the soldiers, my lord."

Muchen just hums back, replying before pulling you into his arms, and tells Jun Jian to go. while he spends the afternoon, claiming he just wanted to catch up you believe in him I mean come on, before he was emperor, he already had 4 wives, what's stopping him from having you. You just thought he actually wanted to catch and that he cares about you

of course, there he went and left shutting the door behind him. Not going to lie, you didn't dare to meet his Muchen eyes, was it from shame, fear? You can't figure it out right.Or was it because he caught you in the act with your lover?

Both of you weren't official but you hoped it was if only he wasn't so busy with his duty, but that's what makes you feel attractive by him. He's so hardworking and dedicated, you can't help but fall for that. he would occasionally give you presents, it may not be gold, fine silk ,and other luxury, but you knew he tried he try spending time with you if he wasn't in the battlefield.

But Muchen took advantage of Jun Jian's being a soldier and set him at the front of the battle. From then on, when you heard that from Jun Jia, you were concerned. The fact that the rate of his dying was not risky enough to make you pray every day that he would survive, but now that he is at the front, the rate has skyrocketed. But now you can't do much but pray for the best.

~~

After a few months , there were news that happened within the day

one that could shock you , like meeting a death penalty

and one that could make you feel grateful for god and everything you belive and put faith in.

The good news is that Jun Jian was promoted to become a general of the military .

The bad news is Muchen force you to marry him. it wasn't even an arranged marriage is just one of his nucai who came to your chamber randomly at night and told you the news, this Sunday, you'll have your wedding with the emperor. You were dumbfounded and speechless, you stood there silently for a full minute staring at the nucai .

You wanted to hit him and let your frustration out . but you can't he's just delivery the message not only that you were nobody in the palace your status leave could possible be worst then him , is just the fact you had a personal maid that the pervious consort Xin Qi , your adopted mother have gift for you a week before the emperor die and she was buried along side with him

You hated that rule ever since you heard about it , It's ridiculous how the emperor could decide whether his wives should be buried with him and decide that death would be the same day as his. Even if you love one of the wives, would you choose them to suffer to not continue their lives without yo,u and if they refuse to obey the order,r and drink the poison, they will be tied up and be buried alive. With consort xin qi death adding on to it , this makes your hatred burn even more.

Yes, it's your turn. You enjoy your life in the palace filled with luxury if you are favored by the emperor, but what about the other? He doesn't care; they still have the same sentence. unless he did wrote their name in the emperor's well, then they'll become a nun for the emperor for their whole life after on.

In that week you barely got enough sleep, stressing out about everything you even had a nightmare about it.even seem some of your hair had turn white while staring into the mirror, eyes so dark like inside a well during midnight so dark and quiet could even hear the sound of a needle dropping.

On the day of the wedding, you were dressed in heavy golds and many layers of robes . The pins that were on your hair make you think you even tilt a little to the side, your whole body may follow the direction with it. Last, you were then covered by a red veil that cover your face, while at least this could hide your frowning expression from him for the day.

Then the worst part has arrived, the night. people left both of you at your now new better/spaces chamber. Let's just say that he has been waiting for it , and held you close tightly, leaving bruises like an animal in heat at its mating session. He threw your clothes across the room and one by one took of your pins, letting your hair fall off slowly.

He then ripped of your dudou and tied your hands above your head so that you wouldn't fight him. That night, you weren't screaming for pleasure but from pain and for help, help that could help you escape from this burning he'll experiment . If only Jun Jian were here to protect you...

~~

After a few months, you had been promoted to empress, but you were still unhappy, and you found out you were pregnant. how? Why even question when Muchen came into your chamber every night since the marriage started. In the morning, you start puking hard lying there feeling dizzy while your maid tries helping you out, patting your forehead with a cloth and patting your back, about to pass out. When the doctors came to examine your hand, they told you you were pregnant.

Around that time, Jun Jian came back from the military and found out you were now married to the new emperor MuChen, bro went mad and crashed out trash your previous chamber, which is still filled with your stuff. The news that you're pregnant was spread around the palaces, which makes him even more despise you, it's like adding fuel to the fire. He thought you both were serious. Why would you do that to him, knowing that it could hurt him? Maybe it's he's fault for taking it too long and not taking action to make you his, was it his fault?

When you hear jun jian had came back from war you wanted to visit him, not caring it will have other rumors nor other shits. When you came to his counter and found him lying in his bed in the afternoon, you called out to him

"Jun Jian, your back oh how I miss you-"

"(y/n)?I thought you abandoned me, I thought you hated me."

"What!I would never, dear, you knew it."

"Then why? Why did you go and marry him, not me? Was it my fault??"

You tried explaining it to him, but before you could start off, he broke out crying, your heart sank and you went over to try to comfort him. You feel bad that you couldn't defend your love for him, you hated that you had to rely on him, and you feel useless. But now he needed you, but you couldn't do much but comfort him.

Out of the blue, he slammed his lips against your lips. You allow him, you even kiss him back. Both of you knew it was wrong, but it feels right.

Until he ruined it again, Mu Chen came in. You think it's one of your maids who told him where you're heading to, accompanied by the arrival of Jun Jian back here.

But Jun Jian placed you behind him and took out his sword, wanting to kill him for ruining his love for both of you as for justice.MuChen just looked at you both and laughed before calling his other guards to drag him down.

He struggles during the process and slashes some guards during it. The science horrifies you , you don't know if you should help him or stop him what if later one of the gruads accidently kills him, who knows you just sit there on the cold wooden floor witnessing the science in front of you.

After a while, Jun Jian had probably killed 4 guards but was unfortely held down onto the floor and, Muchen told them to put him in jail and strip him from his title as a general. he then came over you even walking above the dead body, just to walk right in front of you.

"Why do you hate me, (y/n) . I tried everything to capture your heart, but you just won't give me a chance? Tell me what he has that I don't, hm?i know I missed out on many years, but that doesn't mean we still can't be together. Still remember the tree that we both planted, we both promised each other right, lotus?"

You don't know what to say, did you do both of them dirty ??? Was it your fault, but but he-then? You were frightened and confused, and he could read it through your expression like reading a book. he then shook his head and chuckled, "Has a cat got your tongue, dear? Don't worry, I told servants to take great care of it. Let us walk there, dear."

You both took a silent walk to the palace garden, it has changed lots since you last came. After the previous ban, you were both from seeing each other, you rarely came to the palace garden, afraid you'll meet him there. Other servants would also enjoy their time there so they're probably snitching without a doubt, just so the empress could notice them,or just to see you both suffer.

The style and pattern of the design have changed, but it's still full of flowers and life, it brings you a little warmth into your heart .he's heart warms up seeing you finally relax a little and not as tense as before.

You both then arrive under the tree, the apricot had blossoms .The flower petals fall down along with the wind while you gently caress the tree trunk, in denial that the time has passed that much. He hugs you from behind, wrapping his hand around your waist.

"Your the only thing i wanted ever since I met you (y/n) , I just hope that you could give me a chance and take my love I gave you seriously ."

"I- but I'm already in love with someone muchen"you finally confess

"But we're married (y/n), there isn't an opinion for you other than give in to my love or don't I just wanted you to understand. But since you finally confess, good girl."

"I no I'm already taken by him, my heart can only be with him."

"Fine then, since you wanted to act like a brat, alright. But you'll still be going to be mine and have my child I may not have your heart but I have you, your soul, and-"

You slap him hard on the face, breathing rapidly. There was a long 5 seconds of silence before he chuckled like always.

"Oh (y/n), you're just so naive, aren't you "he chuckled again and touching your belly before saying, "I can't wait for your belly to swell dear, that's why everyone will know who you belong to.I don't even care if it's a princess or prince, it's made from us. from the seeds I planted inside of you."

When he said the last sentence, it gave you chills and goosebumps. It was like he was always giving you the creeps.You were still curious what would happen to Jun Jian, but didn't ask since you knew he would be in a bad mood again.

~~

After a few days during dinner you got the courage to ask him "what did you do to General Jun Jian?"

"Curious? Let's go and see then."

You hesitated for a moment before getting up and following him. Then reaches the underground jail cells, and when he stops at one of the cells. When you turn your head and see the sense in front of you, you should rather cry, puke, or pass out.

Jun Jian was tied agaisn't a wooden bed in the middle of the cell with one of his legs cut off. There was a pool of dried blood on the wooden bed as well as on the floor. The muscle and bone were cut, and you can even see every detail of it. lord heavens, how is he still alive or was it not you can't really tell if he had closed his eyes and probably fainted from excessive blood loss.

You were bombarded by many emotions that you went crazy and cried and banged the metal bars screaming for him to wake up, you can't he can't just die like that- no please, please be awake you scream out while crying out despite your throat is hurting.

He finally slowly lifted his eyes you scream harder"Jun Jian love, please, i love you- i'm sorry-"

Mu Chen then opened the door to the cell, you flew inside immediately before he could and hugged the upper body of Jun Jian, crying and repeating the word "I'm sorry"

"I love you so much, you don't deserve any of this because of me I'm so sorry, love."

Little did you know, Mu Chen was grabbing a hammer.

Before Jun Jian could even speak out, he was then bash by the hammer, the sense will forever be stuck with you and you know daam well of it. Mu Chen continues to bash his skull open harder each time

You scream at him to stop trying to push and pull him away from Jun Jian's body, but he pushes you away but accidently making you fall, hitting your head on the wall. Before you know it, your stomach was in bad pain and then you fainted.

When you woke up, you didn't have the energy to move or speak; you just stared at the ceiling and blinked at it, but your maid somehow noticed you were awake and told you that you had fainted for two days already.

You just turned your head and told her to go, she was humbled but nodded before she stood up, she told you also had lost your baby mistress, I'm sorry . You scream at him to go out again, when she left you cried out again, blaming yourself for everything if it weren't for you, Jun Jian would still be happily alive with his life , if it weren't for you Mu Chen wouldn't have gone that insane.

Why? Just because you're alive or was it because you met Mu Chen, why did he like me, why did I do to make him so- why just why you did nothing wrong, you try living your life like a normal girl and as a servant did you do something wrong??

You cry all day and night, refusing to go out of your chamber even if the emperor himself muchen your husband, came in trying to force you out of the chamber or feed you food and water, but you stop him from continuing to forcing you by threatening to kill yourself.

With that ability on hand, you realized how stupid you are, you could have just ended it all, why continue living like this, gaining and losing everything? After all, dying is better than continuing to live this burning hell.

You took the advantage of the winter session, during night with heavy snow stroam you sneak out of the chamber and palace and just ran using every last of your energy fore crashing into the heavenly thich snow that's over half your body your're not even sure where you'll at but it looks like heaven with everything white surrounding you.

When Muchen found out you went missing, he sent out half of the palace guards and soldiers to find you, and he will honor anyone that can find you alive; that person will then be promoted to a noble person and will have a wife and a bunch of coins.

But one of the guards found you near the forest frozen to death, when Emperor Muchen heard the news, he shut himself and drown himself in work, rarely visited other concubines/his other wife's chamber only yours, sleeping in your bed and sniffing your old cloth like a creep but he's can't help it.

He even threw you the most luxurious funeral there could been and force the people in the palace to cry about you and about your death as well as forcing everyone to wear black for a month. He also forbade the other concubines to wear your dresses or pins or any jewelry or gold that you own.

In his mind, he's trying to love you, but you refuse because of that stupid jun jian so he gets rid of him so that you can focus on him only but he never thought you would kill yourself rather than being with him, was he that bad to be with...? He questioned himself for many years, if the concubines dare to protest when they make out and he calls your name instead of theirs. They would be sentenced to death, he really can't get you off his mind, even at his deathbed, he still remembers you as clear as day.

He even had a statue of you in his personal chamber garden, which was made of obsidian and pearl.He spoke to you every night. Whispered secrets into your lifeless palm. He told you about the wars he no longer cared to win. About the generals he executed for daring to mention your name. He would even gift you things like a gold necklace to wear around your statue, talking to you saying how much he misses you, He would sometimes even kiss the statue when no ones is there to bother his moment with you. He once kissed it for hours until he passed out drunk at its feet.

He stopped eating for a while. Started carving your poems into his skin. He couldn’t tell dream from memory anymore.

In his will, he wrote that he wished for your coffin to be dug out and be put beside him, and no other concubines would be buried with him. Because he knew that you hated that rule the most since you made in clear to him bad then, and he only wanted you, no one else, only you to serve him or him to serve you . he doesn't care, he just needed you, only you can make him feel alive again.

King’s strong hand pins your head to the pillow firmly, his cock dragging over your ass cheeks, the piercing on his thick cockhead leaving a trail of precum on your skin. His weight presses down on you, forcing an arch in your back that makes you shudder helplessly beneath him - he hasn’t even pushed in yet. 

“Pathetic. Should I ever bother fucking you? Might break that weak little cunt…” Tone dripping with raw disdain, he looks down at your frame spread flat on your stomach, judging your human form with annoyance - how puny you are compared to his Lunarian physique.  He could reduce you to ashes with his fire - flames dancing on his fingers, creating pretty patterns on your skin before disappearing in a blink.

King flattens you deeper into the mattress, crushing you down under his massive figure, his hand tangling on your hair, tightening, making sure your face is buried and you won’t dare look at him. “Please…” You beg, muffling needy moans against the tissue. 

“Please what? Please go easy on you? Please not tear you apart?” He scoffs at your pitiful plea, his hips giving a slight thrust that glides his big, pierced cock between your ass cheeks, the tip pressing against your wet cunt, making you feel the metal ring of his prince albert. 

“I can take it… please, I-” you beg again, bucking your hips. King grabs a handful of your hair roughly, lifting up your head only to embed it more firmly into the mattress to silence your ridiculous pleas. 

“Liar.” He grunts close to your ear. “You always scream and cry when I’m halfway in. The only thing you end up begging for is mercy, and you know I don’t have any.” 

He rubs his tip up and down your slit. “If you scream, I’ll shove the pillow in your mouth or just choke you,” he warns, pushing forward, stretching your cunt obscenely around his thick cockhead. The piercing is cold, rubbing against your walls. You choke on a scream into the pillow, clawing at the sheets as tears instantly spring to your eyes. King's hand tightens cruelly in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “See. You’re already screaming and I’m not even halfway,” he snarls directly into your ear through clenched teeth. “One good thrust and I could snap your spine.” 

You’re so damn tight around him, it’s unnerving. It shouldn’t be that pleasant. 

It’s wrong.

You’re wrong.

Deliciously wrong. 

“That fucking pathetic cunt… clenching around me like a vice. Struggling to take me. Pathetic body designed to be bred by weak species with small dicks.” He mocks cruelly, sliding deeper inside you, deep enough to make your whole body shift on the mattress. “Fuck…” Cursing under his breath, he pulls out slightly before slamming back, burying himself to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping loudly against your ass. His thrusts are so violent the bed frame shakes, his piercing dragging deliciously against your inner walls with each stroke. 

King is not kind.

Never.

He snaps his hips brutally as if he was mad at you, this damn weak body, this annoyingly perfect pussy squeezing him so good, so wrong. “You’re embarrassing,” he whispers, watching how you squirm, moan, coating his cock with your wetness. His fingers are tangled so tightly on your hair your scalp burns, his free hand sliding under your pinned body to feel the bulge of his cock stretching you beyond relief. 

He’s fucking you like if you were his worst enemy, his angry pace driving his cock deeper into you to punish that body way too perfect around his girth. “Fucking… cunt,” he snarls with each thrust, pulling out almost all the way and snapping his hips forward, bottoming out so hard his piercing bullies your cervix. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh with the room - his hips snapping against your ass cheeks, his balls smacking against your wet cunt. 

Voice high-pitched, mind hazy, dizzy, eyes rolling back and drooling on the sheets, skin dewy with sweat, your whole body jolt under each punishing stroke - his thrusts are meant to remind you of your place.

Beneath him.

At his mercy. 

Gripping the pillow as it was your lifeline, you uncontrollably start to crawl on the mattress, overwhelmed, fucked dumb, moans reduced to incoherent wails. King watches your struggle with dark satisfaction, slamming against your cervix repeatedly. “I thought you could take it,” He grunts, keeping you pinned down and helpless. Your frame practically slides up the bed, spit strings hanging from your mouth to the pillow.

With his both hands, he presses on the small of your back, almost breaking your spine, arching you in an unnatural, sadistic angle, just to admire the jiggles of your flesh, how you clench and unclench your fists before giving up, limbs totally incoherent, jerky. 

Methodically, he pulls out until just the tip remains before slamming back in deep, his piercing brushing your cervix, bullying your sensitive walls. You don’t even know if what you’re hearing is your skin slapping against his or your brain rattling. Your arms flop uselessly beside you, toes curling. Reduced to a quivering mess, losing the control of your limbs badly, your legs kick in the air uncontrollably, splaying out to the side like a doll, before kicking the air again. You choke on your own moans so loudly King furrows his eyebrows. “Choking on my cock, chocking on your moans, chocking on your own breaths... Begging me to choke you?”

King wraps one big arm around your throat, squeezing tightly, cutting off your hair supply, using his chokehold to keep you pinned while he pounds into you. Only when you cough, he releases his grip, keeping you at the very edge of passing out. Your feet keeps jerking weakly, your eyes rolling back, your head spinning. 

You’re full.

Full of King, only King, drowning in a sea of fire, nothing else matters. 

Choking on your moans, your sobs, your cries until spots dance in your vision, crybaby tears running down your cheeks, you try to speak but only broken whines fall from your lips. “Keep crying, you know I love this.” King snarls, wiping your tears with his thumb only to lick them, savoring the salty taste. 

He’s forcing himself so deep you can’t even hear anymore, just shriek in confused pleasure twisted with pain, coating his cock with your dripping wet cunt. Breathing heavily, kicking the air, you clench around King's girth as if you were trying to hold onto something desperately, the wet sounds so loud, lewd, indecent. He keeps dragging his length in and out of your soaking wet hole, focused solely on rearranging your guts and punching against your sweet spot. 

You try to say something, but air rushes out of your lungs, incoherent sounds spilling out your mouth as you cum loudly, squirting on his cock, making a mess down your thighs and on the sheets beneath you. King doesn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, biting on your shoulder, his raspy breaths music to your ears as he lets go of your throat to tangle his thick fingers in your hair. “Fucking slut always squirting on my dick…” He doesn’t even slow down, pounding into your oversensitive pussy until you cum instantly from the stimulation of his piercing and how nice he’s stretching you. You sob into the pillow, savoring how nice King's chest feels against your back, his long white hair so soft like silk on your skin, his lips too delicate for the obscenity he’s whispering to your ear. “Squeezing around me like you won’t let me go. Milking me like a pathetic slut…” 

Despite the foggy state of your mind, you babble. “Inside me…” 

“What was that?” He mutters, dragging his piercing with each stroke, his balls smacking against your pussy. A slight, wicked grin curls his lips as he listens to your embarrassing begging - you’re so desperate it’s entertaining. “Want me to cum inside you?” He teases cruelly, sending waves of pleasure through your overwhelmed body. “Beg.” 

“Please… need you… i-inside m-” You stutter, unable to create elaborate sentences. Without any sympathy, King slaps your leaking cunt hard. “What was even that? Say it properly.” 

The piercing is overstimulating you, making every thrust feel like both heaven and hell. “Say it.” He spanks your ass cheek roughly. “Say you want me to breed you.” 

Eyes rolling back, vision almost blank, drooling, you scream into the pillow. “..breed me-please breed me-please” Voice wrecked, ruined, you don’t even feel the tears running down your cheeks as you keep whining like a mindless slut. 

“Louder.” King snaps again, punishing you with a mean stroke until you cry out loud, your lungs giving up. 

“Dumb slut…” He mutters, but his hips move faster, chasing his own release. “You’re really going to take all my cum deep inside you like a good girl?”

Only a muffled sound spills out of your swollen lips. King's cock twitches and pulses around you, your feet helplessly kicking the air as you feel him so close to fill you up - until he brutally pulls out with a wet pop, leaving you with a gaping slippery, sloppy hole. “Pathetic. You really thought I would breed a human body?” He spits on your cunt, slapping his fat cockhead against your slit. “You’re not worthy.” He leaves you empty and dripping, watching your pussy with a confused mix of disdain and fascination. 

You were so warm and tight around him. 

Fucking unnerving. 

His gaze linger on your exhausted form trembling crazily, his fist pumping his cock. “You can’t even control your muscles,” he scoffs, shifting his massive frame to kneel beside your head. With one hand, he turns your face to a side to expose your flushed cheek. “Eyes closed.” He snarls, not even allowing you to see his face, your lashes fluttering close under his command. 

His piercing glints under the dim light. “Open your mouth,” he adds abruptly - not for a  kiss, only for you to swallow his cum. You won’t waste a single drop. Thick, hot ropes of seed splatters across your cheeks and down your mouth. It splashes messily, dripping into the corner of your mouth and onto your tongue. He keeps pumping his cum until your cheek is coated with white, sticky seed. King milks himself dry, smearing his seed on your swollen lips with his tip, watching how you stupidly lick him clean, swallowing every single drop you manage to get. “Look at you swallowing like a slut… It won’t breed you, you know? This fucking cunt is not worthy of my offspring.”

Slowly, King let go of you, looking down at your shuddering body - sloppy cunt, face covered with his seed, sweat and goosebumps covering your skin.

He tangles his fingers into your hair one last time, biting on your shoulder. “Your little cunt… is the best I ever fucked. And I hate that. I hate how good you look, even covered with my seed.” He mutters under his breath, almost too low to hear as he watches your back covered in hickeys and bite marks, your thighs sticky, your legs twitching weakly, bruises on your hip and ass cheeks. “You’re so pathetic compared to me…” 

Despite calling, you weak, pathetic and embarrassing all the time, his words almost sound like praises, at least in his language. “… yet you’re taking me so nicely. But don’t get any ideas, I still think you’re fucking weak. You just have a nice pussy.” He pauses, almost tenderly pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his huge, black wings covering your naked frame in a warm embrace. “And I hate you.” 

Sweet litotes. 

Four words - one lie.

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Mihawk

Only a few will ever know that the world’s strongest swordsman has a soft side. Whether you awake remembering his secrets or not, he isn’t about to let you go. He has a reputation to uphold, after all. And, after all, you are his. Your vow to stay by his side is not voided by losing your memories. So he simply keeps you captive. Every time you are afraid of him, lashing out or eyes filling with tears, he silences you with quiet affection, making your heart race in more than fear. He tries to make the days pass normally, re-teaching you your roles around Kuraigana castle. Part of it is of course strategy to show you how familiar it all is. The flavours of wine, the sun in the garden in the morning, his ever calm voice gracing you - more than ever, though you don’t remember that much. Frankly, he wouldn’t be terribly upset if you never remembered, so long as he gets to keep you by his side. Where you belong.

Sir Crocodile

You signed up for this - he is quick to remind you. Forever means forever, and he has no interest in forgetting your moral contract to him. Memory loss or no memory loss, if you try to leave, he’ll threaten to collar you. But maybe you’re into it, hm? If you’re not completely terrified, he’ll quickly think to try using touch to remind you who you belong to. A possessive hand on your waist, marking you in the usual places, even using sex positions to remind you of his body, of his possession of you. Sure, he’ll hold back just enough so you won’t hate him, that would be counterproductive. But he’ll push you to the limit over and over. His mask of possessiveness is a poor cover for his desperation, and you can’t help but see it, feel it. He can’t bear to lose you, and he’s very willing to play the villain if it means you won’t leave him. But he knows you were always into that, weren’t you?

Buggy

Rage over the accident melts into numbing fear and waterworks by the time you’re brought back to the med room. When you wake up and don’t recognise him, he has to leave the room. It takes several crew members to stop his meltdown. But then he’s up, smile painted back on and ready to put on the show of a lifetime. He’s going to impress you, seduce you, play to every kink and re-gift the things he’s given to you to try to make you remember. To get you to want to stay. He orders his crew to tell you how great he is. But only the most honest ones - Cabaji and Mr 3 can persuade you that the pirate captain is actually soft and scared and horny and your perfect match. And you see it. His blue eyes pleading and desperate as he watches for your approval, the genuine concern behind every gift and thoughtful gesture, however hidden behind bravado and ego. He’s a pathetic mess for you to love, to exploit, to keep in check. (Also they’ll kill you if you leave them to deal with him brokenhearted, whether you remember or not.)

Katakuri

Only you truly understand how much it takes for him to be so strong all the time, so when you wake from the incident without your memories, looking up at him in trepidation, it makes him sick. He is tempted to either run or lock himself in with you until you remember him. And in his desperation, he tries both. And to his horror, both serve to build more walls between you. Finally Brulée drags him back and pushes flowers in his hand. He goes to the kitchen to make your favourite sweets. He tries to find the words to talk to you, a stranger again. His siblings have never seen him so commanding and curt, despite his efforts to support them as usual. Every time he comes back to you, his magenta eyes searching for any sign of deeper recognition, of lessened fear, of interest. His careful gentleness and careful thoughtfulness eventually do earn him what he desires more than anything. Even if you don’t remember, his hope is rekindled that maybe you could learn to love him again.

King

He knows better than anyone what it means to lose everything, and he’ll be damned if he loses you too. He’s a beast, a pirate, a survivor, the one they call King. And you are his. End of story. He is blunt and honest when you wake up, telling you everything - and telling you how things are going to go. To him it doesn’t matter if you’re frightened at first. You love him, you just don’t remember. He’ll make sure you do. As often as the whim strikes him, he practically pins you with his giant body, holding you so you can’t run away. And whenever the mood is more calm, work done, alone at his place, he tells you everything he loves about you like it’s a declaration of war. And to him it is. A war against his own fears and the possibility of losing his new home, the new steward of the last of the Lunarians. He chose you. And he’ll bully you into choosing him again in return. Being so beautiful has never been more of a gift.

Eustass Kidd

A dozen emotions seize him when he finds you in the doctor’s bed, all compiling into a single expression - rage. Only Killer can calm him down enough to talk to you when the commotion wakes you. His reaction is anything but tame all the same. He ends up locking you in the captain’s quarters and practically intimidating you into remembering, spitting off memories faster than his mouth can keep up… and it ends up with tears streaming down your cheeks - either from anger or fear. Sure you two argue, it’s practically a love language at this point. But this? Wasn’t that. So then he locks himself away, leaving you in Killer’s care while he tries to figure this out. The braver crew mates suggest things to help - the smell of oil, your favourite food, favourite music, dancing. So he surrounds you in everything familiar, everything him, everything you. You’re his, and he’ll be thrice damned if you dare leave him. Forget, fine. But he’ll make you his again as many times as it takes.

Killer

The only show of his panic is his trembling hands, holding onto you too hard, then too light for his nerves to accept. He’s a much a conqueror as his captain, and whether you recognise him or not, he’ll keep you from leaving, using gentle force if you try. He visits the infirmary so often the crew complains at him until he can take you back to his room. He’s determined to be gentle and slow to not scare you no matter how high the tension buzzes in his ears. He’d wait forever for you to choose him again, to come back, to remember. When Kid gets annoyed by his silence (different than usual, he can tell), he storms in and tells you all the great things about his first mate. And when he storms out, just as sudden, you’re both left blushing (even under his mask, you can tell). Every night he tries to connect with you again, and again. Eventually he may even take off his mask and show you his face. If that’s what it would take, he’d risk everything for you.

Rob Lucci

It takes his whole team to end his rampage and prevent their mission from being blown when you’re brought in unconscious. Blueno’s lecture on relationships compromising things is barely heard over the pounding of his heart. His first thought when you awake and don’t recall his name? Unacceptable. He instantly resolves to make you remember. His orders are absolute, his control not to be questioned. If you’re fearful of him? Fine. You always liked that before. If his efforts to remind your senses fail to make memories surface? He’ll just play to your weaknesses and kinks until you fall back into his arms. If he seems desperate? No, it’s just eagerness to have what is rightfully his back in line. If you notice his hands shake when he’s watching you rest? It’s just from training to be the most powerful agent the government has to offer… so he can protect you. That’s all.

Basil Hawkins

A few dolls are sacrificed in his silent emotional crash out. When he sees the mark on your forehead, he begins sketching out a tattoo to help hide it if you thought the resulting scar unseemly. But from the moment you awaken, his eyes are locked on the cards. A dozen readings for a dozen questions. Will you remember? Will you love him again? The odds are confusing. And sometimes his obsessive reading threatens the certainty of your return to his arms. When you are distant, fearful, combative - he responds differently every time. Sometimes cold and calculating and overcome by dark shadows. Sometimes scared and drunk and begging, the lovers card in his breast pocket. He stays close, always there when you turn a corner, in the shadows. He’s in your dreams, nightmare and lover at once. If you’re drawn in by his constant vigilance, he’ll thank every lucky star whether you remember the past or not.

Doflamingo

Foolish little thing for falling in love with a monster in the first place. If you thought something like this would free you from him? It’s hilarious, really. No matter how scared or confused you are upon waking, he isn’t above stringing you up if you tried to run. He’ll sexually harass you in line with every one of your kinks, only just shy of making you hate him in a non fun way. Even so, he can’t have his favourite toy break entirely. Not when you were so fun. If you don’t recover your memories, after a few weeks, he might let slip some of his worries over a bottle or five. He might even let you cuddle him to sleep in his fluffy coat. He’s obscenely rich, so he can call on doctors and experts in secret to see what can be done. In lieu of success there, he can spoil you with anything you like. You have the world at your feet, as long as you’re at his. And that’s the world order he desires more than anything.

Bartolomeo

You know he’s breaking down in tears constantly. He refuses to leave your side, spouting confessions and wishes and desperate prayers to anyone who would listen even before you wake up. He’s on his knees when you don’t recognize him, taking your hand and begging you to remember so fervently that maybe you half fall for him right then, to be loved so desperately. He tries everything he can think of to get your memories back, annoying and awkwardly charming you at every chance. Clumsy breakfasts in bed, dates and gifts. A serenade (singular), and bouquets of wildflowers from a passing island (the crew is still sneezing). Whenever his crew drags him away to, you know, be their captain, he always makes sure to tell you he loves you - hoping one of these days you might say it back. Be warned that if you do, you’ll have about ten seconds to call him off before he’s stripping and ready to make up for lost time.

Kalifa (CP9)

Her first coherent thought is to wash off all the blood. She can’t bear for her lover to be so filthy, to look so helpless. She takes care of the remaining threat efficiently, so that by the time she returns, the doctor is finished treating your wounds. As soon as you can stand, she ushers you to the bathroom. She tries to ignore your lack of recognition, denying it while she pampers and scolds you. Every day is another spa like treatment in her capable hands. She gets in with you, of course, and tries to seduce you most every time - so insistent that you let her, so that you’ll fall for her again over time. She strategically shows you glimpses of her soft side and her strength, reminding you of the dangers of leaving her side. She flaunts her beauty, disturbed by the lack of warmth she was familiar with. So she carefully lets down more walls. Anything to make you remember. Anything to get you to look at her with the same love she came to rely on.

Daz Bones

He immediately takes you to a safe house and uses up half of his favours with Crocodile for doctors. Alone with him in the lavish house, you are hyper aware of his constant presence. This man who is now a stranger to you manages to be threatening yet comforting, making your instincts flip between scared and horny enough to drive you crazy. And he notices, of course. He comes to your room after you witness his intense training session and gently pets your hair. His assurances are equally a comfort and a reminder that you belong to him, and he won’t let you leave for anything. He fusses quietly over you whenever he helps change your bandages, tempting you with his big, strong hands so subtly you think it’s all in your head. His love has always been quiet and certain, but he opens up enough to remind you of the man you fell in love with, not just a weapon. Even if you don’t remember, he’ll take good care of you.

Caesar

More of his experience is ending up destroying a body, so his hands shake as he carefully tends to your injuries, making sure to use the best salves and not jostle you too much. He panics when you panic at his appearance, heart sinking at the realisation that you don’t remember him. Far too soon, he ties you down for chemical experiments to try to release your memory. And perhaps it’s enough to unlock one - a memory of him over you, fussing when you were injured once. But would it serve to comfort or increase fear? He’d be distraught, mind racing too fast if you resent him, fear him. He needs you far too much, the only person appreciates him properly. The only one who ever tried to love him. So he goes back to square one, tempted to try to erase these most recent memories. He has a bit of budget he can siphon off to use to spoil and impress you once you’ve recovered. But it’s the frantic late night research and tears that show you just how much he cares.

Kuro of the Black Cat Pirates

He is the captain of a thousand plans, of course he considered such a possibility once. That plan? He’ll play up his old role of the caring and competent butler, subtly seducing you with his attentive care and tearful expressions of gratitude for your safety. Only he finds it difficult to turn off the tears even after he’s left your room - the room you shared until a few nights ago. He makes all your favourite foods, takes you for walks through the garden, all familiar things that make him resent the situation more. Regaling you with edited stories of your times together, hinting carefully at more. Always careful. He cautiously washes your hair, fighting back tears as he avoids the stitches, and all while burning at the sight of you in the bath. Whenever he misses you to the point of madness, he turns up the charm, pushing the boundaries of propriety every passing day. You’ll succumb to temptation soon. And if you don’t, he has plenty of alternative plans to try.

Enel God of Lightning

It’s inconceivable that you could forget your god, your lover, your beloved. He wastes no time on telling you who you are and who you belong to, too worried to lose you to allow his anger to flare. While you may be frightened, he holds you in his arms, pampering and gentle. No need for you to be anywhere but where you belong. When your injuries are more recovered, he takes you to see the impossible views of Skypeia every day. The servants lavish you in divine attention, and he rambles about everything you’ve forgotten under the shade of your favourite gazebo. He insists on having you sleep beside him as usual, his anger over your attempted refusal melting into teasing as you nervously toss and turn. If you enjoy rain and thunderstorms, he’ll put on a show for you. Such little things that show the man underneath the god complex. The man who is desperate for his favourite worshipper to confess to him again.

Sakazuki Akainu

His rage is quiet, any offending parties immediately dealt with. A void opens in his heart that he subconsciously hoped to never feel again when his most loyal confidant fails to recognise him. For a brief time, he uses avoidance, repeating in his mind the rules against attachments. He has a job to do. …And it begins to be affected by your absence. So he summons a doctor from a veteran’s hospital to advise him on amnesia, for an unnamed ‘vital asset’. After being locked in the medical wing of Marineford for weeks, the Admiral returns. He decides to tell you the truth of your relationship, a shock to you confirmed by the awkward behaviour of the nurses and soldiers witnessing this. He starts coming to see you after training or work, asking you to massage his hands the way only you can. The muscle memory has been retained, and while he is mostly quiet sitting with you, it begins to feel warm with time. He needs to hear your reaffirmation of loyalty again, no matter how long it takes.

Kizaru Borsalino