#probablyhyperfix august

Finally, land.

You took a deep breath in, basking in the bleak, damp air of Kuraigana. It had become a small comfort over the course of your relationship with the sole permanent resident. There was quite possibly no greater relief than arriving and knowing that for however long you were here, you existed in your own special bubble that allowed you to go unbothered by the public, marines and pirates alike. With some effort, you hauled your boat up onto the sands of the shore, then set off to find Mihawk, your lover and cohabiter of the island.

He, in theory, shouldn’t be off on a Warlord assignment and you had finished your last job, the blood still lingering under your nails. For the first time in months, the two of you should be able to just spend some time together, in your home. Provided that Mihawk had not been unexpectedly called away, without having a chance to let you know, anyway. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened, though it’d never stop being irritating, or sometimes disappointing.

You started in the main hall, discarding your boots and shedding your jacket, leaving them in their designated spots, then progressed slowly through the house, socked feet padding against cold stone tiles. By now, the halls were more than familiar, a comforting balm to your soul each time you returned. Each room you checked left you more confused, your lover nowhere to be found. You even stepped out into the garden to look over his small patch, and found signs that he’d been there and left in a hurry. Very few things could bring Mihawk to rush away from anything, never mind his garden. You took a moment just to pick up his tools and return them to where they belonged, so he wouldn’t have to worry about it later. Both of you were in the habit of doing little things for each other like that, silent ways to declare your care for the other, rather than saying it aloud.

Then your mission resumed. You continued deeper into the castle, progressing upward to further floors. Perhaps he’d gotten pulled away from his work by the humandrills, then elected to take a nap? Though it was still unlike him, the situation was at least mostly feasible. The longer you progressed through the property, the more concerned you became, against your better judgement. As far as you were aware, there was nothing alive that could best Dracule Mihawk, and yet the signs increasingly seemed to tell you that something had. You finally located him in a bedroom, not the one you usually shared but you weren’t one to question him. You found you were unable to do so, even if you were inclined, your confusion overridden by your relief at having found him seemingly unharmed. You didn’t get a chance to open your mouth to say anything before you heard your lover’s shuddering breath, half moan and half sob.

“Mihawk?” You asked, rushing deeper into the room to be at his side. The duvet had been bunched up around him, hiding most of his body from view, but once you rounded the bed to get to him you found him face down on the bed, gripping the pillows like his very life depended on it, naked aside from his hat, that was just barely holding onto its position. He was moaning, the sound filthy, his hips rutting against the mattress roughly, but slowly, like he needed more than he was able to give himself, like he was already exhausted.

“Wh- ah.. when did you.. get home?” He panted out, looking up at you with glassy eyes. This wasn’t right.

“Ignore that, what’s wrong?” You asked, reaching out to press the back of your hand to his forehead, only to find he was burning up more than reasonable, especially for a man you’d never known to get sick. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat, and while typically that would be a sight that would stir pure desire deep in your gut, now it was mixed with a profound and uncomfortable dread.

“I- apparently wasn’t.. paying enough attention to the garden. Some plants- managed to cross.. and created.. some sort of aphrodisiac.” He explained, though the entire time his hand was working his cock, painstakingly slowly. It seemed like a compulsion, like he couldn’t stop touching himself, and well he had said it was an aphrodisiac.

“It’s a shame this is chemically induced, because you look delicious love.” You said with a small smirk, an attempt to lighten the mood as best as you could. Besides, you were hardly blind, he did look good enough to eat. Mihawk groaned, a shiver running through his entire body at the praise, eyes fluttering closed.

You stepped away to give yourself more space and finished stripping until you were entirely nude. You wordlessly gripped Mihawk’s shoulder and guided him to flip over to his front, and truly he was a sight to behold. The movement made his hat finally fall from his head, and so he was left gloriously naked, his alabaster skin flushed where he’d been rutting against the mattress, and his cock looked painfully hard.

“Don’t- it takes immense willpower not to touch you. I can’t hear you say things like that right now.” He mumbled, pressing his face back into the pillow, as if he were ashamed of that fact, hiding from it and from you. Even as shame seemed to bubble through him, he persisted with his movements, thrusting into his hand, the tip roughly grazing the sheets. While they were nice sheets, gentle against the skin typically, you imagined in Mihawk’s state they had begun feeling immensely uncomfortable.

“And you can’t- you can’t fix it yourself?” You asked softly, hand reaching to touch him before you thought better of it and retracted, worried you’d somehow make it worse. His skin glistened in the low light from the sweat trailing down him, and upon closer inspection you noticed that the pillow he was buried in was slightly damp, a sign that he’d been brought to tears at some point since the situation began.

“No. I tried-” he grunted, a deep shuddering breath escaping him “-more than once. I can’t. But I can’t stop, or it hurts more.” he managed to explain. A muscle in his thigh spasmed under the weight of his rutting, which spoke to how long he must’ve been doing this, how long he must’ve been trapped in bed chasing a release he couldn’t achieve.

You didn’t say anything, didn’t offer assurances or comfort, because words mean nothing when you could choose to take action. That’s what you did. You climbed onto the bed and settled between Mihawk’s thighs and took his cock into your mouth, his responding deep moan sending a spike of arousal through your body. For a moment, you allowed him to writhe, overcome with the sudden change in feeling, and presumably improvement of feeling. You’d chosen to start with your mouth under the assumption that it would be more gentle on the raw skin of his dick. Your rough hands took hold of his smooth, lithe hips and held them down, preventing him from moving anymore as you bobbed your head with a prescision designed to draw an orgasm from him quickly. His hands flicked around, gripping the duvet, the sheet, the pillow, and finally gripping and gently tugging on your hair.

It was easy and familiar to work his cock with your mouth, a hand idly rolling his balls in your palm, until you worked him over and to his first orgasm. The taste of him on your tongue was a relief after so long apart, and neither of you could resist crashing your lips together, finally basking in your reunion after prolonged time separated. You’d figured that it wouldn’t be long before Mihawk would ask for more, after all just one orgasm seemed too easy, not enough to actually work the toxin from his system, but you enjoyed the kisses you were permitted to share.

“I- more.” He panted when you parted, face flushed a soft pink that made you want to devour him.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” You gently assured, brushing your fingers through his hair. His dark locks were damp with the sweat pouring from him, enough to make it unkempt, curling slightly around his face and stuck in places. You tidied it all up reverently, then pressed a kiss to his forehead. With gentle, caring hands - hands that had been coated in blood on more than one occasion, and were made for battle more than love, yet were used to worship the swordsman you called yours - you guided Mihawk to lay back again and shuffled to straddle his waist. His hard cock beneath you was already aligned with your hole, and the amount of saliva and precum already soaking his cock was enough to begin to slowly guide him into you.

“Wait-” he said, voice strangled, hands shooting out to grip your hips and prevent you from moving more, “I don’t think I can control myself if you do this.” He said, eyes searching yours. His eyes were half lidded, filled with desire, his entire body flushed, his control hanging by a single fraying thrread, and yet he asked. Still he was desperate, and yet he was willing to send you away and suffer just to ensure that you were comfortable and happy. You leaned forward, hands either side of his head to lean on, so you were able to whisper directly into his ear when you spoke next.

“Good. I like it when you fuck me like your life depends on it. Now, if you don’t ruin me with that pretty dick, I might have to find a better toy to use.” And as you spoke he bottomed out, your skin pressed flush against his, and Mihawk’s fragile control finally snapped.

He flipped the two of you over with ease, pressing you against the bunched sheets on the other side of the bed, away from the mess that he’d made before your arrival. The fingers on your skin dug in, and though his nails were trimmed regularly to be short, they dug into your skin to leave behind red little crescent shapes. There was something uniquely thrilling about having sex with Mihawk compared to others, to have his toned body over yours knowing how easily he could kill you, that you’d never see it coming, and yet he used his muscles, his strength, his piercing eyes, to witness you and worship your body.

“You belong to me,” he growled, barely even human, and that made heat pool in your stomach, heart and hole clenching in sync.

“Prove it,” you moaned, watching his eyes dilate, leaving almost none of the colour in his mesmerising eyes.

“Need you to cum. Need to feel it, love.” He moaned into your ear, voice reedy and desperate, words more air than sound. You were hopeless to deny him, and as he slammed into you once, twice, three times more, you came hard, head tipped and eyes rolled back as you screamed your pleasure. He wasn’t far behind you, just another few staccato thrusts and he was filling you up. He filled you until it was spilling out around his cock, dripping onto the sheets, his breaths coming out short and quick, like a panting bull. Neither of you said anything for a long while, focused more on the feel of skin touching skin, basking in the afterglow.

There was a single beat where the two of you made eye contact before he began to pound into your, relentless and precise. The moans and grunts that left his parted lips served only to heighten your pleasure. It was easy to get lost in the feeling of Mihawk slamming into you without concern, the waves of pleasure rolling through you freely, nothing but enjoyment on your mind and the sight of his face in front of you. Your body rippled with the force of his thrusts, and the sound of smacking skin echoed around the room, bouncing from the stone walls. Less than gently, Mihawk took a large handful of your ass, massaging as he adjusted the positioning, practically folding you in half.

“Fuck- can’t believe you’re mine love. Look at all this.” He grunted. The hand gripping your ass travelled down further to grip your ankle, and he reverently kissed along your leg as far as he could reach, interspersed with little nips just to keep your attention.

“Mihawk-” you moaned as he slammed against that special spot inside you. His eyes zeroed in on yours, calculating and his smirk filthy. You hardly had a chance to question what that look was about before he adjusted the position again, lifting you up into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and you had to wonder how he managed it without slipping out of you for even a moment. That thought was quickly fucked out of you though, as he managed to reach even deeper inside you from the new position, with more force as he lifted you and slammed you back down onto his cock with the help of gravity.

“You don’t feel as warm.” You observed once Mihawk set you down on the bed, careful to avoid the mess that had been made.

“I’m definitely improving. But perhaps we should do another round or two, just to be sure.” He remarked, mischief dancing in his golden eyes.

“Well, we should make sure it’s not lingering, of course.” You agreed, laughing softly as his lips pressed against yours again.

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That... shouldn't have happened. The thought flashes through your mind as you watch the remnants of your chemical mixture dispersing into the air. Your hand rushes to cover your mouth and nose, but you know it's too late. You've already inhaled some of it. Though not lethal—which is somewhat reassuring—the real problem is that you have no idea what effects these chemicals might have on you.

You had been experimenting—against everyone's warnings—to discover how the supersoldier serum worked. Not to recreate it, but out of pure curiosity because of Bucky. While you claimed your interest stemmed from the chemical aspects, how it had altered his DNA to transform his body, deep down, you knew you were doing it to learn more about him.

Bucky was always there with you—training, watching movies, sharing midnight snacks when he found you awake at night. You had learned that he rarely slept, and when he did, nightmares would wake him. Sometimes you would stay with him after he dozed off during a movie or show. You didn't know if your company helped him sleep better, but you hoped it did.

You two were close, but a part of you ached for even more closeness. These feelings sometimes kept you from getting closer to him, as you didn't want to risk heartbreak—not when you needed to stay focused on the missions assigned to all of you.

The mask that should've been on your face sat on the table behind you, and you now regretted not wearing it. Thankfully, you were alone in the lab; the risk of exposure for others was zero—or so you thought until you saw the laboratory door open.

Your hand left your face in a quick attempt to yell, "Do not breathe in!" But it was too late. Bucky was already inside and right next to you, breathing in the compounds that lingered in the air.

"I heard an explosion. Are you okay?" He looked at you with worried eyes, trying to see if you had been hurt, ignoring your warning about not breathing in.

"I'm okay. It was just some chemicals, which we shouldn't be breathing in," you reminded him again, but it was too late. You both had been exposed to them already, consequences unknown.

Instead of covering his face, Bucky's hand moved to cover yours. It was bigger than your hand that had been over your mouth before, and it felt warmer.

"That was not what I meant," you mumbled against his hand. He needed to protect himself, too.

"I'm sure it won't affect me, but what if it affects you?" His question showed genuine concern. He wanted to protect you, but you wanted to tell him that being a super soldier didn't mean he was immune to everything.

"You have to go and change clothes. Let's go."

Before you could even reply, Bucky was rushing you out of the laboratory. "I need to clean before anyone else enters," he said. Finally, outside, he removed his hand from your face, and you could speak clearly.

"You change. I'll clean it." Bucky nodded as if it was the most logical solution, but you worried. He wasn't a lab guy. And you really didn't know what effects the mist could have on both of you.

You had been analyzing DNA and its effects on hormone enhancements. Adrenaline, oxytocin, dopamine... you'd probably be okay.

He was pulling you to your room, checking on you as you both walked—or more like, ran.

Inside your room, he checked on you once more before he left to go clean. "Get rid of those clothes. You need to change. What if your skin starts turning red?" Bucky had no clue about the things you did in the laboratory, especially when it related to studying his enhancement. You wanted to explain that it was unlikely to happen, and that even if it did, you both had inhaled enough that it would affect more than just your skin.

That was a thought you didn't want to entertain.

Bucky had left you to go back to your lab. Inside, he could see dust particles floating in the air, though the atmosphere had settled compared to when he first arrived. He grabbed one of the masks and put it on before starting to clean—knowing you'd be upset if he hadn't taken this precaution.

Cleaning was straightforward: wiping down the floors and counters. He expected to finish quickly, but suddenly his entire body began warming up.

It was strange; he'd been fine just moments ago. Sweat trickled down his back. When he wiped his forehead, his skin felt like it was burning.

He tried to focus on his task, ignoring how his body seemed to be on fire. Worried it might be from the chemicals you both had inhaled, his thoughts turned to you—were you experiencing the same reaction?

The thought of you brought more than just concern. It unleashed something he'd buried deep inside himself for so long—something he could no longer contain. Longing. Desire. His mind drifted to your touch against his skin, your body pressed against his, his metal arm pulling you closer—he wanted you. He wanted you so desperately he felt he might explode.

His pants tightened uncomfortably, making his breathing quicken. Thinking about you only intensified his condition; his cock pulsed beneath his jeans, and he craved nothing more than to be buried inside you.

His mind fought against these feelings, but Bucky was losing the battle with himself. He wanted to regain control, to push these thoughts back where they belonged—at the edges of his consciousness—but he couldn't. He considered relieving himself right there, but anyone could walk into the lab.

He was in agony, with no clear solution.

It didn't take long for the chemicals to affect you too. As you removed your clothes, you felt your body burning.

Maybe Bucky was right, you thought—perhaps it could burn your skin. But this thought vanished when you noticed your racing heart and your nipples—now exposed to the air—becoming hard and sensitive.

Being a scientist, part of you understood what was happening, but you couldn't focus. All you could think about was the sensation overwhelming you, and Bucky.

Bucky. Was he experiencing the same effects?

You wanted to ask him, but getting dressed and walking to the lab seemed impossible. Instead, you grabbed your phone, dialed his number, and left the call open as you headed for the shower.

Logically, calling him and abandoning the phone made no sense, but logic had abandoned you. All that remained was heat and need.

With each step toward the shower, you felt yourself growing wetter, the friction of your thighs rubbing together made your breathing heavy and uneven.

A phone call distracted him enough to focus on something other than his intense desire for you. Then he realized who was calling.

"I'm still cleaning," Bucky tried to speak normally, too embarrassed to mention what he was feeling.

There was no answer, just the sound of running water. He figured you might be showering and had called by mistake—until he heard your voice.

"B-Bucky," it was soft and distant, but it was enough to make him abandon the laboratory like a man possessed. You had called his name in a way that would be etched in his memory forever. The phone call was forgotten by the time he reached your bedroom.

He should have knocked or announced himself as he entered your room, the bathroom door wide open. But he couldn't. Following your voice into the bathroom, the sight of you nearly brought him to his knees.

You were naked, bracing yourself against the wall, fingers moving desperately against your clit. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Your eyes were closed—Bucky wasn't sure if you'd heard him enter—but then you called his name again. A broken moan that he longed to hear from closer.

Bucky kicked off his shoes before stepping into the shower, still fully clothed—not that he cared about that now.

It was only then that you realized he had entered the room. In any other circumstance, you might have covered yourself or shied away—especially from him—but as he entered the shower, his clothes clinging to his body, your need for him only deepened.

Your fingers moved faster against your clit, craving as much friction as possible. Your eyes locked on the man before you. He looked different—like a predator who had finally cornered prey he'd been hunting for ages. His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. You could see him struggling for control, but control wasn't what you wanted. Not now.

"Bucky," you called louder this time, reaching for him with your free hand and pulling him closer. His chest pressed against your nipples as you guided his hand to replace your fingers. You needed him; he was the only thing that would satisfy you. "P-please."

Something broke inside Bucky when he felt your body against his. The last thread of his self-control snapped. He couldn't take it anymore—his cock throbbing painfully, desperate to be freed.

"Are you sure?" he asked while sliding his fingers through your slick folds, gliding easily through your wetness. "Fuck—you're so wet." Bucky wanted to wait for your answer, but his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. "Yes—yes, please, Bucky. I want you." You begged, grinding your hips against his hand, urging him to touch you more. The way his fingers moved against your skin sent shivers down your spine. "Kiss me."

Everything about you was driving Bucky closer to the edge, and when you finally said yes and asked him to kiss you, he couldn't wait any longer.

He moved you so quickly it left you dizzy. His metal arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you in one swift motion. Your legs encircled his waist, arms clinging to his shoulders before moving around his neck. Before you could think or speak, he kissed you. His mouth opened yours, his tongue seeking entry. He wanted to taste you, to feel all of you.

You moaned against his lips, returning his kiss with equal fervor. The shower surrounding you was forgotten as he consumed your senses. Your hips ground against him, seeking friction. Instinctively, you pressed against his hardness, whimpering at the contact—even through his clothes.

That slight touch had Bucky seeing stars. The pressure of his water-soaked clothes against his skin was unbearable, and feeling you against him only made it worse. "Fuck, doll, you're driving me crazy."

"Fuck me, Bucky." You needed it and couldn't wait any longer. If he made you wait, you felt you might explode. One hand moved to his pants, trying to unbutton them while still grinding against him. You couldn't get enough.

Bucky lifted you higher for a moment to help, yanking his pants and underwear down in one quick motion. It was your first time seeing him like this—naked, or half-naked—and hard. For you. He was impressively large, making you wonder if he would fit, but you desperately wanted to try. He was hard and ready; you imagined that without the water cascading over you both, he would be glistening with pre-cum.

His grip on your waist was firm, but you still struggled against it, trying to lower your hips to feel him against you. "Sweetheart—" Bucky began, somehow finding words despite his foggy mind, "I'm trying to control myself. I don't want to hurt you, but all I want to do is pin you down and fuck you."

A whimper escaped your lips at his words. They made you burn hotter, your core clenching around nothing. Everything felt simultaneously too much and not enough.

"Bucky. Fuck me. Make me yours," was all you could say. Finally, something shifted in his eyes. His metal arm moved you effortlessly, pressing you against the wall as he lined himself up and thrust into you with one swift movement.

You cried out—but not from pain. He felt perfect inside you, even though you weren't used to his size. Your body welcomed him as if made for him alone.

"Bucky!" Your nails dug into his back as he began thrusting relentlessly. You could only try to match his rhythm. He was stronger, and his grip barely allowed you to move.

Nothing had ever felt so good. Every touch scorched your skin, every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you—and all you could do was take it. With his pace, you knew you wouldn't last long. "Fuck, you feel so good," he praised between moans and grunts. Tension built in your core as he continued driving into you. "Bucky, I'm going to—" Your words were cut off by the wave of pleasure crashing over you. Another cry tore from your throat at its intensity. Bucky didn't stop, your walls clenching around him as he rode out your orgasm until he finally released inside you. "Fuck—" he groaned, his thrusts slowing but not stopping as he filled you, warming you from the inside out. You felt complete and blissful, yet something within you still craved more. Your hips moved against him again as you pulled back to look at his face, finding the same lingering need in his expression.

"What have you done to me?" he whispered, leaning to kiss you—softly this time. The desperation remained but was now controlled. "Technically, it was a mix of chemicals that—" You giggled as he kissed you again, cutting off your explanation of what you were sure was happening to both of you.

He reached to turn off the shower and kicked his wet clothes aside before carrying you to the bedroom, still inside you. The small movements as he walked were enough to keep him hard. He knew he would need more than one round to satisfy the feelings overtaking him.

When he reached the bed, he withdrew briefly, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. You could feel his release dripping from you, making your cheeks flush. Bucky didn't give you much time to think before he was above you again, sinking back inside. "So good. You take me so well." With one hand, he removed his soaked—now nearly transparent—white shirt. You reached for his dog tags, pulling him closer. "I'm yours. Make me yours," you begged, your mind clouded by sensation and the thrill of finally kissing him, being with him. You loved him.

"My needy girl," he murmured against your mouth, though he was just as desperate—not that he needed to admit it. He simply enjoyed knowing how much you wanted him.

Each moment you shared that night felt better than the last. Even as the chemical effects began to fade, neither of you could get enough. It was as if your bodies were making up for all those months of silent longing.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but now you lay wrapped in Bucky's arms, eyes closed, head resting on his chest. You had never felt as content as you did in that moment, your heart full and cherished.

"Who would've thought that all I needed to get you to want me was a bunch of chemicals exploding in my lab," you joked, not bothering to look up. You were too comfortable to move. "Darling, I've wanted you for so long before this. The chemicals only gave me the courage to risk everything to have you," he replied, and you knew he wasn't joking.

"God, I love chemistry, and you."

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Your friends had told you more than once that they thought you spent too much time in the library. You didn’t listen to them, obviously, you had work to do and the library was the best place to do it. They didn’t understand, their workload wasn’t as intensive as yours, they were able to skip over additional readings where you couldn’t do the same, or it risked costing you your entire degree. No, you had to work hard, and you could rest during term breaks, like thanksgiving and spring break. Not that you did much of that either, but you worked less and it’s the little victories that count.

Never once had you considered that the library itself would work against you.

You’d been reading through one of the books for your recommended reading, lit by mostly low lighting thanks to the late hour. The library was open twenty four hours per day, but after around 8pm they lessened the lighting so it was less harsh on the eyes, and created less light pollution into the streets. You appreciated it, the lighting was bright during the day and you suspected spending as much time as you did under such harsh lighting would give you some pretty gnarly headaches.

Then, just as that thought passed you by, all the lights turned off. Not just that but the small number of students that were still there in the library, working hard same as you at computers all groaned and cursed around the room. Everything had turned off, completely. You stood and with your student card in hand, dashed toward the doors. The doors that were electric. The security that usually remained in the library overnight stood outside, cigarette still in hand.

Quickly, you typed a message into your phone and held it up for him to see. Power out all through library, doors don’t work. He nodded, and presumably cursed, then did the same to show you. I’ll contact support to see how long it’ll take them to get out here, stick around here until I can get ahold of them.

Other students began gathering around asking questions, and you passed on the information. Many talked amongst themselves, clearly having come with friends or coursemates to work late into the night, where you were alone. The knocking on the window behind you startled you, but you turned to find the security guard with another message.

It’ll be an hour or two, but it will be fixed tonight. You should all be fine, it seems like it’s just the power. I have a key to open the doors from the inside for situations like this, but I’m not inside. You sighed, well that was an inconvenient situation to be in. You nodded and typed back to him quickly. Thank you. If you show me your number I can put it in my phone so you can call with any changes. He agreed and did just that, so you could call him, or he could call you, should anything important arise. Once again, you passed the information off to the other students around you, and trusted that they’d help it spread.

You trudged back to where you’d left your things, and texted your roommate and closest friend on campus to let her know what was happening, to which she predictably just laughed. At least she wouldn’t worry when you didn’t come home on time. That marked all your ducks as in rows, so you turned on the torch on your phone and continued to read.

The issue with the lack of electric quickly became apparent - it wasn’t the lack of light or computers, it was that the heating through the entire building was electric rather than gas, and it quickly became quite cold. You’d realised early that this was happening and shut yourself in one of the smaller individual study rooms, as the smaller rooms would retain more heat, and your phone and laptop running off their batteries would provide more heat there than elsewhere. It would be incredibly minimal, almost negligible really, but your laptop served well to warm your lap so it felt like more than that.

It didn’t take long for someone to stumble into the room, closing the door before he could realise he wasn’t alone. “Oh. Sorry I thought it was empty in here.” He said, and he looked oddly familiar to you, but you couldn’t place his face at first. “Don’t let me stop you if you were going to take a nap, I’ve been sat studying in silence for a while now. Shouldn’t be a disturbance.” You said, gesturing to the small loveseat on one side of the room which you figured would be an adequate space for a nap. The guy laughed and sat in one of the chairs, pulling out his own laptop. “Nah, appreciate it though. I was sat somewhere else but everyone else has given up on work and I’ve got stuff to do.” He replied, running his fingers through his hair. It was that very moment that gave him away.

“Ah, that’s where I know you from. You’re Johnny Storm.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes briefly. He apparently caught it, as he scoffed. “Why do you say it like that?” He asked, looking away from his screen to stare at you with brows knit together, one part confusion and one part offense. “You slept with one of my friends.” You said simply, and then his offense melted away entirely, a simple ‘ah’ of understanding escaping him. “In my defense, I’m always very upfront that I don’t do long-term, it’s not my fault if someone gets upset when I said it from the very beginning.” “No,” you conceeded, “it’s not. Doesn’t mean I have to like it, or that I’m not still irritated at you on her behalf.” “Understandable.”

Silence lapsed over you again after that, the only sound to fill the room being the tapping of your fingers against keys as you worked on your respective projects. Though, even as you worked, your mind whirred loudly, considering very different topics. He didn’t look the same in his photos as he did in person, your friend had showed you pictures of him before but you were oddly taken by the thought that they couldn’t capture the scope of his presence. You also admitted to yourself that you hadn’t expected him to be anywhere near the library, nor working during his time there.

“You’re looking at me like I’m going to sprout a second head.” Johnny said, cutting quickly through your train of thought. You blinked a few times to clear away the few final traces of it, focusing back on the present moment. “Just never imagined I’d find infamous womaniser Johnny Storm working in the library.” You admitted, uncaring for his feelings on the matter. “Why do people always think that?” He muttered with a forlorn sigh, collapsing backward dramatically into his chair. “Likely the ‘infamous womaniser’ part.” “I study engineering you know.” He protested, dramatically throwing a hand out as if that helped to illustrate his point. “Huh. I’d assumed you were just another douche bag frat guy who studied business cause it’s easy and you were here for the experience more than the education.” “I have aspirations, I’ll have you know.” He said then, choosing to ignore most of what you said. He pointed at you accusingly, as if it were your fault you had no faith in him. “Well, if you study engineering, I’m sure you do.” You said with an easy shrug.

“What do you study?” He asked a few minutes later, having spent most of that time texting someone. “Law.” You replied easily, barely even glancing up at him as you spoke. He whistled, tilting his head slightly as he did. “Lotta work.” “Lots of work in engineering, too.” You replied, and that seemed to bring the two of you to some sort of understanding. Before Johnny could say anything further, your phone rang. The security.

“Hello.” You greeted when you answered, and Johnny watched with a raised brow as you communicated with the guard, face growing less optimistic and more frustrated as time passed. “That’s.. inconvenient. Okay. I’ll pass that around.” You said before ending the call with a deep sigh. “Bad news?” Johnny prompted. “We’re stuck for longer than expected. Engineer they sent to help us got into a minor collision on his way. He’s uninjured but the person he hit is being difficult, and so they’re now having to find a new guy to send our way.” Johnny sent a text off to someone, then set his phone back down on the table. “My friend will let people know, he’s a floor up from us. I’m not keen on going back out there into the cold.” He said, and you just nodded.

Within the next half hour, your laptop died, and you’d taken to preserving battery on your phone, lest you lose contact with the security guard and not have updates on what was happening. Johnny followed not long after, relocating himself to the loveseat. It had grown only colder, and with no more laptop battery to warm your lap, you’d begun to shiver.

“Cold?” Johnny asked. You didn’t dignify that with a response, only turned to him with a withering glare. “Stupid question, I know. I was being polite.” He defended, two hands raised in the sign for surrender. You sighed and rubbed a hand over your face, fighting off tiredness that had begun seeping into your bones. With nothing to focus on, it was harder to fight off the tiredness that came with long hours of working hard, staring at words that desperately didn’t want to be read, or so it seemed.

“I’ve been told I run hot.” He offered casually, looking at you with an intensity that you didn’t appreciate. Like he could see right through you. “Happy for you.” You remarked, words muffled by the hands covering your face, mentally running through the information you’d already read and made notes on, just to help solidify it in your mind. Not that you could check you were right, but that was all you could do in that moment. “Look at me.” Johnny said, insistent, and just to prevent him from insisting further, you turned to look as he’d asked. There he sat on the loveseat, hoodie pulled off and rested across his lap to act as a blanket, arm extended as if welcoming you to sit with him. “In case it’s escaped your notice, I’m not a pretty girl that you can seduce into cuddling with you.” “No, you’re a pretty boy that I’m attempting to convince to cuddle for warmth.” He replied easily, face splitting into the sort of smirk you were sure had worked a hundred times before on different people. People who weren’t you. “I’m okay.” You said, reaching into your bag to pull out a cardigan you kept in there. It was chunky knit, not actually all that good for retaining heat, more so an aesthetic choice, but you were being petty.

“Okay but what if I’m cold.” He said after a moment. “You just said you run hot.” You replied, turning to look at him with an exasperated expression you were sure he was familiar with if his amusement was anything to go by. However, quite irritatingly, the man had a way about him that made him endearing. A text from the security guard let you know that a new engineer was on the way, so you’d be kept for hopefully no more than two hours more. Good, it was time for bed a long while ago. You yawned just thinking about it. “Those chairs aren’t comfortable. Come on. Come cuddle.” Johnny teased when he saw you yawn, once again lifting his arm to make room for you. “What? So you can get wandering hands where they don’t belong?” You retorted, though your resistance was already wearing thin. “Only if you ask nicely.” He said and winked. Unfortunately for you, you laughed, and he was like a dog with a bone. He grinned at you, almost entirely earnest, and despite yourself, you hauled to your feet and crossed the room to drop down onto the small loveseat beside him. Johnny wrapped an arm around your shoulders, keeping you close to his body, his jacket over both your laps. You sat up for only a moment, depsite his protests, and pulled off your cardigan to wrap around both your shoulders.

When you settled in against his body, you felt oddly settled despite the small flutter in your stomach and the increased heart rate. It had been a long while since you were this close to someone, and Johnny was right, he was warm. You closed your eyes for only a moment, relaxing there with him, feeling his fingers began to dance lightly over your side, respectfully over the clothes.

The next you knew, you were being startled awake by your phone ringing.

“Hello?” You asked, voice thick with sleep, Johnny laughing softly beside you. “Okay, thank you for the update.” You replied, then hung up, not eager to linger any longer. You hated being startled awake, especially after having fallen asleep against your will.

“How long-” “About fifteen minutes.” Johnny replied before you could finish, fingers returning to your side you ghost over the skin of your side where your t-shirt had risen up in your jerky movements to grab your phone. “Okay. Engineer is here. He’s starting his work, we’re hoping for half an hour, likely estimate is more like an hour.” You told him, and with one hand he fired off a text again to his friend upstairs, so everyone could get the same update. You shuffled to sit further upright and rubbed your eyes, brushing away the sleep that’d gathered in the corners. “Enjoy your nap?” He lightly teased, and you shoved him with your shoulder as best you could in the position." “Didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You mumbled, and Johnny hummed. “I figured. I don’t mind though, you were cute.”

A beat passed where you just sort of looked at Johny, unsure how to proceed. He looked back at first, then looked away and back again, then started touching his face as if there was something there he needed to be aware of.

“Cute?” You asked finally, and realisation dawned on him. “Yeah? Do you not get called that often?” He asked in return. “Ever. I don’t get called cute ever.” You replied, more honest than you’d intended to be, caught off guard by just how genuine he was. You were usually more skeptical, more judgemental, less quick to believe someone. But Johnny just seemed so truly genuine, it was hard to think he could do anything but be honest. He looked at you for a moment, head slightly tilted as if he was deciding something about you. “Guess other people don’t have eyes.” He finally said, then pulled out his phone to text someone.

You took a moment to consider what’d just happened, though you settled back in against his body, head resting against his chest. It was nice, and he wasn’t objecting - plus even just sitting up had you feeling the cool of the evening air. “I don’t actually have any dislike for you, to be clear,” you said, to cut through the quiet that had fallen around you, “my friend doesn’t even dislike you. I just hate people who are.. the way I thought you were.” “Changed your mind about me already?” “I changed my mind almost instantly when I saw you. You’ve got this air about you.. you’re so genuine. You’re here, in this moment, present and you show everything on the surface. Or at least, that’s the impression I’m getting from you.” Johnny adjusted a little, shifting his legs and then his torso so he could look down at you without having to dislodge you from where you rested against his chest. “Yeah?” He asked softly, and if it were any colder you were sure you’d see his breath in the air. “Yeah.” You confirmed, and against your will your eyes drifted downward, hesitating for a moment as they fell on his lips, but then you forced them back up to his. You’d made a lot of eye contact in your years, a lot of it against your will, but this may be the most intense - he looked at you as if he could see everything you were made of, but he didn’t judge it, simply observed.

“I don’t see you around often.” Johnny said, lifting his arm slightly so you could move to make more space without crushing him in the process. That meant Johnny lay across the loveseat, shoulders resting against one arm rest, feet against the other, with you draped over top of him. It was the most comfortable you’d ever been with a stranger, you thought for a brief moment. His hand came to rest against the small of your back, drawing shapes again. “I spend most of my time here, working.” “That can’t be good for you.” “You’re starting to sound like my roommate.” You mused with a fond smile. “Sounds like your roommate is very smart. You should get out more - you could’ve met me sooner.” He joked. You rested both hands on his chest, crossed over each other, then your chin on top of them so you could look up at him. “I don’t think I’d change how we met, or things probably would’ve gone differently.” “Almost definitely.” He agreed, but he made no commentary on that fact.

“Do you have this effect on everyone?” You asked then, setting your head back down against his chest, looking out into the room rather than at him. “Yeah. My sister calls it the golden retriever effect. I have a habit of making people like me, whether they want to or not.” He laughed, and you joined him, closing your eyes once again. You didn’t intend to fall asleep again, now with more determination, because you wanted to enjoy the time you had together.

When you left this room, there was a high chance you’d never see Johnny again, and an even higher chance that if you did see him again it’d be nothing close to this. The intimacy, the closeness, the comfort. You wanted to enjoy it while it lasted, especially since you didn’t know how long it’d be until you were able to have a moment like this with anyone.

“I meant it when I said it earlier, you know.” Johnny said next, still looking down at his phone, like he was forcing his words not to matter. “Meant what?” You asked, turning to look up at him again, brows lifted slightly with curiosity. “That you’re cute, and that I don’t get how other people don’t see it.” “I assume partly because people don’t see me at all. We should ask the librarian.” You joked slightly, and Johnny chuckled, a low rumbling sound that you could feel as much as hear from your position. “You’re deflecting.” He observed, phone set aside to look down at you. “You think I’m funny.” “You don’t want to talk about it.” “Can’t a man be a virgin in peace?” You replied, as light hearted as you could make it, looking away again. Johnny apparently wasn’t able to let that one go, and in a display of strength you’d not been expecting based on his appearance, he’d pulled you up his body and into a sitting position.

In his lap, you shuffled a little, awkward and unsure of yourself. You didn’t do things like this, but here was Johnny Storm, with his arms wrapped around your waist, looking at you in wonder. “You’re not.” He said, as if he couldn’t believe it. “I mean that’d be news to me.” You joked, and he laughed, even as he continued to look at you as if you were a mystery to solve. “How? I mean I know how but.. I kinda figured someone would’ve looked at you and immediately decided to take you apart piece by piece.” “Someone like you?” You asked, voice higher, breathier. “Oh the moment I looked at you I had a vision of you bent over that table, body bare and hole stretched around my dick.” He admitted shamelessly. You attempted to look away, even made an aborted motion to stand, but Johnny kept you there, two fingers on your chin keeping your eyes on his.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want, but like you said - I’m honest.” He whispered, smirk promising danger, but also so much fun. You hadn’t realised the two of you were inching closer together, hadn’t fully processed that the hard thing beneath you was not Johnny’s keys but his quickly filling cock, hadn’t noticced that your own cock was doing much the same. Then the lights came on, and like a bucket of cold water over the two of you, the moment was gone.

You climbed from Johnny’s lap as you phone began to ring, quickly collecting it from the floor where it’d apparently fallen. “Is that us good to go?” You asked the security guard, willing the heat in your face to dissipate and your heart to stop racing. “Great. Thank you.” You said, and ended the call, quickly setting about gathering your things. Johnny didn’t move, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching your each and every movement. Was this what prey felt like when they knew a predator was watching them from only a few paces away? You suspected it was.

Johnny came back to himself as the door opened to reveal a man taller than him, who you presumed was the friend he’d been texting through the entire situation. “Ah, who’s this? Has he been bothering you? I’m so sorry about him.” The guy said, his New Yorker accent incredibly pronounced. “No, he’s been well behaved company.” “Didn’t know he could do that.” The guy joked, then held out his hand and introduced himself as Ben. You introduced yourself in turn, then realised Johnny was holding out your cardigan to you. You took it quickly and pulled it on in hopes it’d shield you from the night air, only to look up to see Johnny’s judgemental gaze.

“Is that really all you have? You’re going to freeze.” He said. “Yeah I wasn’t really expecting to need more than this.” He tutted softly then pulled his own jacket off to give to you. “Stay warm, I’m sure I’ll see you around on campus, you’ll just have to be ready to give it back.” And before you could protest, he was walking away with Ben quickly falling in step beside him.

You watched them walk away, and continued to watch long after they’d left your view.

Slowly, you lifted Johnny’s jacket to your nose and inhaled deeply.

You hoped he was right, and that you’d see him around. Hopefully soon.

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“You are not gonna find me!” Giggles spilled out, slipping through the playground found on a late-night walk with Deucalion. He was leaning against a tree, offering you time to hide—or run as far as you could— even if half of the time that didn’t change the fact that he could find you in a heartbeat.

“I like the challenge, dear, “ he replied, loud enough for you to hear, a hint of his smug, teaseful tone showing in his words. He was confident about his skills—eyesight or not—he had promised once that he would always find you. Or he would die trying. A dramatic thought for such a playful night, but Deucalion stayed vigilant. Danger was around the corner everywhere they went.

It was dark enough that you had to focus on your surroundings more than usual. The lack of light around you forced you to tread carefully, avoiding unseen branches or benches.

To outsiders, two adults playing hide and seek might seem odd, but you never cared about others’ opinions. What mattered most to you was that Deucalion had always encouraged you and played along with anything you wanted, even if it was the last thing he could’ve seen himself doing.

Behind the playfulness that you shared with him was something else, something that he understood without needing to hear about. He knew that growing up, you never had chances like this to enjoy the day, to play, to do things without overthinking them. You had been locked away, forced to face reality far too young. If playing hide and seek, or any other games you could think of, could bring back some sort of happiness for you, he would do it.

The Big Bad Demon Wolf, the one who was feared by most, but never by you. He had never expected to meet someone like you— someone who shifted his plans and made him want something other than power. He had never expected to fall in love with you. Yet, he had.

His eyes were closed ,and the cane he used to seem normal around people was left at home. When it was dark you knew that no one would see you, and if they did, he could always grab your arm and pretend as if you were guiding him and not the other way around.

Not having his eyesight was something that had made him stronger. Something that had made him even more aware of his surroundings. You joked sometimes and told him that he must have eyes on his forehead or something, because even without his red—glowing alpha eyes, he never stumbled.

It was one of the things you found fascinating about him. That, and everything else he had done and become for you.

You wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t someone who could kill others without hesitation anymore, but you could see behind his actions and reasoning now. And you were safe with him. You were so sure about that.

“Ready, my love?” he asked, voice teasing. You bit back a giggle, staying silent behind your tree, heart racing with anticipation. It was one of his tricks that you had once fallen for. He could recognize where your voice had come from and found you so fast, but not this time, you stayed quiet and hidden behind the tree you had chosen, trying to control your rapid heartbeat.

Even in the safetiness of your relationship your heart jumped at the feeling of being chased. It wasn’t a bad thing now. Not with Deucalion. It was thrilling.

He walked slowly around the playground, listening to the sound of his own footsteps to make sure he was stepping on steady ground, using the tip of his shoe to find any surface that could be in his way. Then he heard it—the familiar sound of your heart, a rhythm he’d nearly memorized.

Deucalion moved slowly, his footsteps soft on steady ground, senses sharp. ‘We should have discussed my prize for winning,’ he teased, voice carrying a playful edge. “Although, considering I win every time, I think we should establish a prize that applies to any game.”

He’s too cocky, you thought, though his confidence was justified—he always won.

“Maybe a kiss?” He kept going, his footsteps closer to you now, which made you try to keep your breathing as quiet as possible. “No, I would kiss you either way, you know I can’t resist you, angel.” Now, that was what made you giggle. You quickly covered your mouth to stop the sound from being too loud, but it hadn’t mattered. A second later, Deucalion was standing right next to you, leaning against the tree that had been your hiding spot.

“That’s my prize. Hearing your laugh. Most beautiful sound.”

Your face felt warm at the compliment, and you reached for his hand before moving closer to kiss his cheek. “That’s not fair, you made me laugh on purpose, that can’t count as a win,” you said with a pout, even if you were not mad about it. “Oh, it can’t? Then maybe we have to try again,” He smirked and with a hand he guided your face closer to kiss your lips for a sweet kiss, his thumb caressing your cheek. “And this time you’ll choose my prize.”

“What if it’s ice cream and a hug?” you asked, eyes sparkling.

“Then I’d say it is the perfect prize. Having you with me is,” he murmured, his embrace already promising it.

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Living in two different apartments had been fine for a while, especially when you and JJ were just getting to know each other, but now? That just seemed like the worst idea.

The more you got to know each other, the more you both wanted to share each other's space. It was already hard enough when you both had to be away from each other due to JJ's unpredictable schedule, so you didn't want to miss any chance you could get to be with her when she was actually there.

You loved being able to wake up and see her laying next to you, her arms always close enough to touch you, as if she wanted to know—even in her sleep—that you were there and you were safe. It was one of the reasons you had fallen in love with her.

The next step had been obvious, moving in together so you didn't have to worry about missing each other.

It should've been a simple task, one of you taking their stuff and moving it to the other's apartment, but you both decided to make it complicated.

You chose a new apartment, symbolizing a fresh start for your relationship, of your life together. You had chosen the perfect place, it wasn't huge, but it was ideal for the both of you.

One thing made the move exhausting: hauling all the furniture into your new place. Choosing what to keep and where to put it—and especially—lifting all the heavy things you both had.

JJ insisted the move would be simple. She took two vacation days to pack and decide with you what to keep or sell. Over two days, one in each apartment, you sipped wine, laughing and reminiscing over shared items and moments, your bond growing stronger.

There weren't any fights or issues over the items. You knew that things were replaceable. It was the idea of having a place together that would make it all worth it. And even then, you could always buy things together that were perfect for the new space.

The two days had gone by way faster than you had expected, which meant that you were going to finish all the packing on your own—or so you thought. Instead, JJ surprised you by asking Hotch for more days so you could finish moving into the new apartment.

Hotch was too nice, you thought, he agreed and said that the only condition was that he needed to be invited over for dinner once the place was done. It was an easy ask, especially since you enjoyed the company of JJ's work friends and bosses.

Her presence moved things along fast, and soon enough you had the truck ready and full of your things to drive them to your new home. You had needed to ask for help to lift the heavier things, such as the fridge, but the rest had been a job between you and your girlfriend. It was nice, even if it was exhausting.

The different rooms at the new apartment were slowly getting full of your things. Pictures, paintings, little tokens that you had for decoration.

The place wasn't empty anymore, and it felt nice. To be able to walk inside a place that you knew wasn't just yours, that it was for you and your girlfriend to share and live in. It made your heart flutter.

The last room to be done was your bedroom. JJ had mentioned that it was the one place she didn't want random people walking in and moving your things. She wanted it to be something that was yours alone— and you couldn't say no to those words.

Although, you were regretting that now.

“This is not fair. You're stronger,” you grunted as you tried to push inside the room a big drawer.

JJ was inside the room finishing the bed. She had taken care of it with ease, carrying your mattress as if it weighed just a little.

You couldn't lie and say you didn't find that hot. The way her shirt got tight around her arms when she flexed her muscles to lift things, or the way she did things effortlessly and always willing to help you when you struggled with something too heavy. She was hot.

Your face was flushed, not only because of the heat and sweat from the move, but because you felt your cheeks warm every time you saw her, even now after dating for so long.

Suddenly the drawer was moving faster and you felt it lighter. Without looking to the other side you knew that it was her helping you to place it in the right spot.

“See, it wasn't too bad,” Jennifer said as she walked over to you once you were done with that and leaned to give you a quick kiss.

“Because you helped me,” you replied with a small smile, face warming all over again, eyes full of love as you kept talking, “my strong girl.”

You grabbed her hand to keep her close for a second and pulled her in to kiss her one more time. “Not complaining, though, you look so hot when you lift things.” You couldn’t help admitting it, and JJ’s laugh suggested she knew you’d been admiring her. Dammed profilers.

“You mean the way you stop and stare every time I walk into the room with anything on my hands?” She asked with a smirk, lifting her brow. “I saw you.”

“You never miss anything, huh,” you giggled, hand moving to cover your face, faking embarrassment.

“Of course not, baby. I pay attention,” her smile and words made your heart feel warm and full of love. She cared about you and was never afraid of telling you that she did.

“I love you,” you whispered, foreheads pressed together. JJ’s soft laugh warmed you. “I love you too,” she murmured, lingering in the moment before she said, “we're not going to finish the room if we keep going like this.”

You pouted in response, even if you knew that she was right. You needed a room to sleep in that night. “You're right, but you're lifting the last few things while I stare.” Jennifer rolled her eyes with a laugh and nodded. “You got it baby.”

“Our own bedroom. This is the perfect place for us.” You were excited, but most of all, you were happy and full of love at that moment. And you hoped that it didn't change.

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Dinner had felt weird without your presence there. Robin had noticed immediately that you hadn’t left the room when Sanji called out to eat. She had asked Sanji if you had told him anything about it, but he had said no after a long list of compliments he had given to her. No one else seemed to comment on it, mainly because the guys were too busy eating, and Nami was focused on the map she was updating after they visited the last island. Whenever they left a place, her free times would continuously consumed by her drawings as if nothing else mattered.

A small frown on Robin's forehead accompanied her throughout dinner, until she was done and decided she was going to find go see you.

Before Robin had left the kitchen, Sanji had mentioned that your plate was ready if she wanted to bring you the food, just in case you were hungry. And with a thank you and a few extra hands that she made appear to grab the plates and your drink, Robin left the kitchen and headed for the bedroom chambers.

Across the bed, the book you’d pushed away in frustration seemed to mock your inability to understand its codes.It wasn’t that you couldn’t read, you absolutely could, it was just that the book was written in codes.

Ones that only Robin was able to understand, but you had been practicing, studying the books and notebooks she shared with you— all because you wanted to impress her.

And now, you felt like a failure.

Your head dropped against the pillow, followed with a frustrated sigh, a hand covering your face as if that could hide you from the world. You were trying so hard, even if you knew that Robin would tell you that you didn't need to do that, but it's something that you had set yourself up for. And you were going to succeed one way or another.

After a moment of self-pity, you had sat down once again with the book opened and resting on top of your legs, decided to keep going. You had been so focused that you never heard Sanji calling out for dinner or when Robin opened the door to look for you.

Robin had figured out where you were without having to search all over the ship. She knew you better than anyone else, enough to know that you rarely skipped meals. It was one of your favorite parts of the day, not for the food itself, but for the moment in which everyone was gathered together, without fighting or complaining about anything, just enjoying the company of each other— unless something had happened, then there was definitely drama.

Only two reasons you would skip a meal for were: you had fallen asleep, or you didn't feel well. She certainly hoped it wasn't the second one. She hated seeing you sick.

But what Robin hadn’t considered in her equations was that you skipped a meal because of a book—correction, because of her book.

When she opened the door to your bedroom, she saw you sitting on her bed, staring at the page of the book as if it had personally offended you.

Robin's first thought was that you looked adorable. The rest of her thoughts were questions about what you were doing. You hadn’t seemed to notice her as she walked in— too lost in the book to look up.

Robin closed the door, her extra hands setting the plate down on the nightstand next to you. Her throat-clearing startled you, making you jolt and hit your head on the bunk. “Ow,” you said, a hand moving to gently rub the spot you hit and the other quickly pushed the book behind you to hide it.

“Oh, baby, I didn't mean to scare you,” Robin's soft voice was followed by a soft chuckle. She wasn't laughing at you getting hurt, just at the way you had reacted when you saw her. As if you could hide something from her. “You missed dinner, I was worried.”

Your hand was still on your head, massaging the spot softly when it was suddenly replaced by a hand that appeared next to you to continue with the action. You knew how Robin's devil fruit worked, but every time she used it, especially with you, you were always in awe.

“I missed dinner?” You asked, looking up at her and then at the plate that rested in the nightstand next to you. “I didn't hear Sanji calling, thank you, flower,” you called her by one of your favorite nicknames for her. Your flower girl.

Robin smiled at you softly, walking closer to you so she could take a seat on the bed with you. “You don't need to thank me, silly, you need food,” her words were followed by her leaning to kiss your cheek, and then her hand reached for the book behind you. “Now, what do we have here?” Her curious tone was mixed with a hint of playfulness, knowing exactly what the book was.

“I—” you started, trying to find a way to explain what you were doing with it, but no excuse was good enough. You had to tell the truth, “I was… trying to understand it. So I could surprise you.”

Robin had expected anything, except that. “Surprise me?” She looked at you with bright and curious eyes, “why do you want to surprise me?”

Your face warmed up as you felt the blush rushing from your neck to your cheeks, “because you are so smart. You are a scholar, the one that can read mystery languages, understand clues that no one else sees. Because I want to be half as good as you are, and worthy of you.” The last part made you look away, embarrassed of admitting it, but Robin didn't accept that, her hand was quickly cupping your cheek and making you turn your head again to look at her.

“My darling, you don't need any of those things to surprise me. I love you for how you are and the things you do. You don't need to do anything else, not for me” Her face moved closer and she pressed your foreheads together, Robin needed you to know you meant every word.

“But I would like to, I want to share more things with you,” you whispered, brushing your nose against hers. It was easier to admit now that it was all out in the open. In the safety of your shared bedroom, only the two of you.

“Then, let me teach you, my little scholar,” Robin smiled widely before she tipped her face to the side to steal a kiss from you. You were quick to kiss her back, never getting enough of her. Of her kisses and patience she had for you. “For the record, I said I'd teach you the language, not how to kiss,” Robin joked as you two pulled away, and giggled when you jokingly pushed her shoulder.

“For the record, I said I'd teach you the language, not how to kiss,” Robin joked as you two pulled away, and giggled when you jokingly pushed her shoulder.

“Maybe you can teach me both things, flower.”

“That sounds like a better plan, darling,” she replied.

That night, after you had finished your meal, Robin and you sat on her bed while she read the book for you. She explained what the symbols around it meant, what she had learned from other books, and even shared things that didn't really belong to that book, but that she found interesting.

You listened to her for hours—not missing any details— as if it was the most beautiful sound that you could hear.

And for you, it was.

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“Okay, weird question.” You began, the second the call connected.

“Hello to you too.” Choso replied, and you sighed softly, rubbing a hand over your face as you composed himself, even though he couldn’t see you. How were you meant to keep calm in person if he came to help you if you couldn’t stay calm over a phone call?

“Hey, Choso. If you’re not busy, I was kinda hoping you could help me with something?” You asked, shuffling slightly where you were sitting to get more comfortable, though the bark of the branch was starting to hurt.

“Uh, I’m not busy. What’s up?” He asked, though in the background you heard the sound of his laptop lid closing, implying that he definitely had been doing something, though you couldn’t confirm if it was important since you weren’t there. His voice was soft, gentle, kind, he was just that sort of guy, at least from what you’d seen of him. Other people told you he was quite different, but you didn’t really care about any opinions other than your own.

“I- this is pretty embarrassing but.. I’m stuck in a tree.” The silence that followed was louder than any you’d experienced before. For a horrible moment you were sure he was going to refuse to help, or even laugh at you, but instead he just hummed and muttered something about changing his shoes.

“Send me your location.” He said, and you quickly did so, eager to know how soon he could be with you.

“Oh, I can be there in five. I’ll see you soon.” And just like that he’d hung up. No further questions, no laughter, no mocking.

That is why you were hopelessly pining for Choso Kamo.

When Choso arrived, he simply stared up at you for a while, which prompted you to shuffle uncomfortably. You’d chosen to wear short shorts, to help with the immense heat that had hit the area, and now you were paying the price.

“I think your thighs are bleeding,” he observed, head tilting slightly as if to get a better view. You hesitantly lifted one leg so he could get a better look, which only made his frown deepen, “how long have you been up there that you’ve ended up rubbing your thighs raw?” He asked as he stepped back, presumably assessing the tree to determine the best route to get you out without hurting you any more.

“A while,” you admitted reluctantly, “I climbed up hoping I could enjoy being outside without being directly in the sun, and I shifted between a few branches before I settled here. I was up here for like two hours comfortably, then I wanted to get down.”

“And realised you couldn’t.” Choso finished, pulling off the light jacket he’d put on, then tossed it up to you. He explained that he wanted you to put it under your legs to protect them.

“Yeah. And I did call other people first but I think everyone is busy enjoying the sun cause nobody answered.” You added, looking up into the leaves to watch a butterfly, meaning you missed the way Choso’s brows furrowed with displeasure.

“Well, I’m here now. And I think I know how to get you down.” He decided, and you sighed with relief. You really didn’t want to have to call the fire department.

It was no small feat, for Choso to climb half way up the tree, manage to stay there as he lifted you onto his shoulder, then climb down the tree one handed. It was incredibly impressive actually, and it may have doubled just how attractive you found him. Once your feet were on land, you stumbled slightly, finally being forced to take in just how sore your thighs really were, thankfully Choso caught you with ease.

“You okay?” He asked softly, adjusting your shirt where he’d pulled on it while helping you down from the tree, and it had become askew.

“Yeah. Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll disinfect and cover it when I get home.” You said with a shrug, attempting to both hide just how much pain you were in, and not focus on the feeling of Choso’s hand on your stomach where it had been drawn to to help you stand, and still hadn’t moved.

“Can you walk?” He followed with, which was entirely unfair, because you didn’t want to outright lie but you also didn’t want him to keep fussing. He should spend his day doing something more interesting.

“I think so.” Well, eventually anyway. It was an unusual sensation, to feel the burning on the back of your thighs and the tenseness of the muscles, it had made you feel like your legs might collapse under you as you stepped.

“Show me.” Choso demanded, and for a moment you could truly see the man that Yuji looked up to, the big brother who just wanted to care for his family. You smiled, despite your surety that you were about to embarass yourself, and promptly did exactly that, attempting to take a step, only to stumble.

You slowly turned to look at Choso, who had an unimpressed eyebrow raised in your direction. The only thing you could muster was your best innocent shrug.

“I’ll help you.” He said simply, not leaving a second for you to argue before he was raising your arm to wrap around his neck, then wrapping an arm around your waist. There was a moment where you considered refusing, telling him that you were okay and you wanted to do this yourself, but you knew he’d never agree to that. So, instead, you silently complied.

It wasn’t an unpleasant walk, and blessedly it was a short one. Choso made minimal small talk, which you could definitely appreciate. He helped prop you up against the wall once you arrived at your apartment, and watched as you fished your keys out of your pocket to open the door. He hesitated there, as if unsure if he was permitted inside.

“Come on, after that the least I can do is offer you a drink to cool off.”

Between the various pieces of furniture in your apartment and having had a chance to adjust the strange jelly feeling of your thigh muscles, you were able to coast around your apartment without help. Choso followed in behind you and closed the door, silently absorbing the way your apartment looked, which you tried not to pay too much attention to. It was mostly tidy, since you’d had friends over just the day before, so you hoped he wouldn’t find anything worth his judgement.

You grabbed two glasses from the cupboard, tossed some ice cubes inside then paused.

“Cho?” You called out, prompting him to round the corner into your kitchen, pausing in the entryway.

“What’s up?”

“Pick your drink while I pour mine.” You said with a nod of your head to the glass you’d left for him. You poured your own drink, your favourite that you made sure to keep stocked, then returned it to the fridge.

“So, Cho?” Choso asked a moment later, once both of you had been stood in silence for a moment in your kitchen. Fuck.

“Do you.. not like it?” Was all you managed, looking down into your glass, watching as your ice cubes bobbed lightly.

“I like it. A lot.” He said, feet shuffling awkwardly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Your next words were interruped by your phone ringing, and when you fished it from your pocket you saw Yuji’s name on screen.

“Hey, you called all of us, what’s up?” He asked casually once you answered.

“Well, I was stuck in a tree, but Choso came and helped.”

“Oh that’s good, he’s reliable like that! Tell him I said hi.” He said, and then hung up without another word. You stared down at your blank screen for a second, stunned that he’d gotten over that so quickly, with no further questions, and when you looked up at Choso to see if he’d heard all of that, both of you broke down in laughter.

“You have got to talk to him about politeness.” You said after a moment, and Choso sighed fondly.

“And about answering his phone, apparently.” He shook his head and set his glass into the sink, already empty. He brushed against you as he stepped back, and lingered there for a moment.

“Cho?” You asked, voice almost a whisper.

“Can I kiss you?” He replied, and that took all the breath from your lungs. What was there to do but nod? That was enough for him.

The kiss was light, hardly there really, lasting for only a second, but it was enough to make your mind spin and your hands tremble slightly.

“Would you.. would you like to do that again?” You asked, hesitantly reaching to rest a hand against his chest.

“Yeah. A lot.” He agreed, and then he was kissing you again.

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You had mentioned months ago about the new restaurant you wanted to try, knowing that your anniversary was coming up. The boys aren't stupid, they knew well enough that it was a hint, and that you were indirectly asking to go there for a meal as an anniversary date. They noted it down in their shared calendar, planned everything, even bought you a special outfit for the occasion, knowing that the place was a little fancier than the sort of places you frequented.

And they completely forgot to make a reservation. Not their finest moments.

"You know we love you right?" Shachi asked, hanging off one of your arms.

"We didn't forget on purpose." Penguin assured, hanging off the other. You laughed, because the entire situation was so uniquely them that you couldn't do anything else. They'd even bought you new shoes, and gone to the trouble of hiding the entire plan for you for months just so you could be surprised. It wasn't that they didn't care, they showed that through their actions, but they are.. stupid. Unfortunately for you, that is exactly your type.

You leaned over to press a kiss to each of their foreheads, then reached out to grab the outfit they'd picked out for you despite the original plan being ruined.

"I have an idea. Go get ready, same thing you would've worn if things were going to plan." You told them with a little smirk that made the two men look at each other with some mild concern, before shrugging. They could trust you - whether they were trusting that you'd make a fool of them both was another question.

When they emerged, Penguin had to reach out to manually close Shachi's jaw, though both of them were stunned by just how amazing you looked.

"We should dress you more often." Penguin commented, and you rolled your eyes. You couldn't deny that they'd done an amazing job, but if you let them design your entire closet you were fairly sure it would be empty. Followed by some sort of joke about 100% off the price. Yet, you loved them anyway, perhaps because of it.

"If at any point you want to put your tongues back in your mouths, we have somewhere to be." You said, quickly pushing your phone into your pocket, uber already on its way.

"We'll follow you." Shachi confirmed. Stepping up beside you to link his arm with one of yours, then Penguin followed suit. One of the benefits of dating best friends was that they understood each other in a way many people would never understand someone else, and so they did things in sync, perfectly matched, which meant double of the amazing treatment you got. You were incredibly lucky to have them, and you knew it.

That didn't stop you from wanting to embarrass them just a little. So, when the uber pulled up outside of a McDonald's, Shachi had been about to ask the driver if he'd gotten the address wrong when you thanked the man instead and got out. They both followed you without question of course, then watched as the uber drove away.

"Are we walking the rest of the way?" Penguin asked.

"No. We're having fancy McDonald's." You said with a shrug. There was a brief pause before you decided to head inside, whether or not they'd fully processed what was happening. You stepped up to one of the ordering machines, and began to order what you wanted. The boys followed you a short while later, and added their own food to the order, with Shachi tapping his card before anyone else had a chance to do so.

You'd opted to pick up the food from the counter rather than get table service, sending Shachi and Penguin up the stairs to find a table. Mostly so you could make everything just that little bit more silly. When one of the staff asked about your formal dress, you explained the situation to her, and your plan, at which point she winked and simply said 'leave it to me'. So you did.

A few minutes later, she returned with your tray of food, except everything looked just a little neater than usual, like more care was taken to ensure it looked like the promotional photographs. From your small backpack you pulled paper plates and plastic utensils, and between the two of you the tray was set to look like three more sit down restaurant style meals, rather than cheap fast food. You laughed together, taking a long moment to compose yourself. Then, the woman took your plastic glasses you'd brought from home to fill with your drinks of choice. When everything was ready, you thanked her profusely and gave her a small cash tip before heading up the stairs to find your lovers.

You saw them before they saw you, and you found yourself incredibly glad the staff member had suggested propping your phone up on the tray to film their reactions. They looked so handsome in their suits, you just wanted to devour them. You made a mental note to ask about that after dinner.

When they did finally see you, they once again were rendered speechless, mouths hanging open to stare at the entire set up.

"What- what have you done?" Penguin asked, already starting to break down in laughter.

"Are those real cups?" Shachi questioned, pushing himself up over the table to get closer, before promptly leaning just a little too far and falling back down into his chair, just narrowly avoiding hitting his head.

"Well, we were supposed to have a nice meal, so I made this into one." You said casually, as if there was nothing unusual about what you'd done. Like you did this every day.

"It looks so good what did you do to it?" asked Penguin, leaning in to inspect his burger as if it was some sort of alien object.

“One of the staff members asked what was happening, so I explained everything, and she helped me out. Made sure everything looked real nice.” You told them, rounding the table to sit down at the third of four seats around a square table.

“You are insane.”

“And we love you for it.” The three of you laughed together as you carefully shuffled over full paper plates from the tray to the table, not needing to talk to enjoy your time together. You did, however, talk extensively over dinner anyway. You didn’t need to talk, but all of you enjoyed it quite significantly. All three of you drove Law insane with all your talking.

“Happy anniversary, boys.” You said as the three of you began the walk home, eager to walk off just how full you felt after each having an ice cream for dessert.

“Happy anniversary babe.” Shachi replied with a grin, leaning in to gently bump your head with his as a sign of affection.

“Happy anniversary, lover.” Penguin then said, reaching out to pluck a hair from your shoulder, which he promptly attempted to leave on Shachi instead.

“How do we feel about another course at home?” You asked with a small smirk, and when they turned hungry eyes on you, you took off running, laughing loudly as they chased after you, eager to catch you and get home.

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