#rumblebat

Zarbon waltzed over to you, nudging you out of your chair. With a faint grumble, you turned away from your conversation with Goku to the handsome green prince.

"Can I help you?" You asked, slightly annoyed. Your semi-buzzed state only seemed to heighten your senses. Everything seemed to annoy you more and more, and Zarbon only made it worse.

He made a disgusted face and rolled golden eyes, pointing a freshly manicured finger to the closet. "Your services are requested in the closet…(y/n)." He said, a slight hint of sass as he said your name.

You looked over, tilting your head. "Me? Tsk…whatever." You said, taking your nearly empty glass of booze and chugging it. Saying your goodbyes to Goku and the others, you made your way to the closet.

You grunted and bumbled inside, sucking your teeth as the door struck your backside. "It's too damn dark in here! Zarbon is such an ass…not even telling me who's in here." You mumbled to yourself, cursing at the emerald-haired man. Your hands trailed along the wall, at least trying to find a light switch or something. Instead, your dainty hands skimmed across a chiseled, yet soft, chest.

You quickly moved away and stumbled back, "Ah! Hello?!" You called out. The body that occupied the same space as you grunted. "Quit being so loud. You're giving me a headache."

'That voice…' You said to yourself. "Piccolo?" You asked, "What the hell are you doing in here…?" The Namekian didn't say anything. He stood quiet for a few minutes, pondering the next thing to say.

"Since I don't get out much, in Goku's terms. He wants me to try something out. Like…parties. Ugh.." Piccolo placed his back to the wall, slowly siding down to the floor. "I honestly don't get this. Why are two people in a dark room, let alone a closet? What the hell are we supposed to do? Strain our eyes?"

"Talk…maybe kiss. Fuck, even." You said bluntly. Hearing a slight choke coming from Piccolo made you giggle. "Not used to it huh?"

"Of course, I'm not! You think I go around and lounge in people's closets?"

"I'd let you!~" You cooed at him.

Piccolo blinked, evidently unimpressed with your usual reply. "You are a strange one. I knew you'd say something like that…" He chuckled to himself before creeping over to you. The atmosphere around you suddenly changed, becoming denser. Your breath caught in your throat. "Well…" Piccolo's voice was gruff, nearing your ear. "If we are supposed to do those things. Why don't we get started…?~"

You sat there, shocked, and quickly got kicked out of your daydream when a slimy, thick tongue scrapped across your neck. A hefty shiver rushed over your body. "You taste better than I thought…" Piccolo whispered. Your face was quickly heating up. The Namekian sat beside you, then grasped your waist. He firmly placed you on his lap. "I want to take my time with you." He huffed.

You felt like you were going to burst. This was all you ever wanted! Piccolo's trained hands slowly made their way up your shirt and to your chest. You let out a soft groan, feeling his calloused hands play with your sensitive buds. Your hips slowly started to grind on him. To your surprise, he was fully packing. Minus the gags you hear from Vegeta.

You heard him groan, causing you to grind harder onto him. With whatever liquid confidence you had, you leaned over and placed a lustful, drunken kiss on his lips. He groaned and pulled you closer to him. His usual cool body was burning up. Piccolo's eyes slowly started to fill with desire.

With a slightly aggravated grunt, Piccolo picked you up again and placed you on the floor. He mounted over you and leaned down, kissing you back deeply. He slowly started to place his hand into his bottoms, pulling out his well-endoubt member. You placed a hand on his chest, causing his attention to be focused mainly on you again.

"Am I…going too fast?" He huffs. You shook your head, reassuring him with a delicate stroke on his arm. You gently push him up onto his knees and stand up. He follows your lead, "Stand still for me and try not to be too loud, okay…~" He nods and tilts his head, feeling you get lower. "What are you doing (y/n)? - !!?" Piccolo grunted and nearly fell back on his knees.

You moaned as you slid Piccolo's member deeper into your mouth. He let out a low whine and placed a hand on your head. You closed your eyes and pulled back, but before you could fully move away. Piccolo growled and jammed his way back into your mouth.

You squealed and grabbed onto his gi bottoms. He panted heavily and bucked his hips into your face. "I'm…sorry, but I need this!" Piccolo gasps harder, moaning out loudly. You were gagging and gurgling for him to slow down but to no avail. He threw his head back and let out a deep, throaty moan. Your eyes slowly roll back.

The light that peeked from under the closet door, enhanced the thin layer of sweat that coated Piccolo. Your teary eyes watched in awe as he rode out his orgasm in your throat. After a few minutes, he pulled away. Hunching over you to support himself on the wall, he opened his eyes to stare down at you. "Alright…" he started, picking you up and placing you against the wall. "Why don't we get started for real?~"

Your breath quivered as he easily undid your pants. You quickly moved around in his muscular arms to help him. He only chuckled and exhaled, sensing your pheromones. You looked back up at him, your buzz was slowly fading but you didn't feel like you needed it. Piccolo's dark eyes leered upon you, only making you feel smaller than usual. His gaze was similar to a wolf's, longing as if he was hungry for something.

You wrapped your arms around him. Immediately, he pushed you more against the wall before he slid you down onto his throbbing cock.

You both groaned at the feeling. He grits his teeth, feeling as if he won't be able to fit inside of you. "You're..so damn tight!" He exclaimed. You whimpered under him, feeling too full to speak. Without hesitation, he vigorously pounded into you. You squealed out, covering your mouth. Piccolo was losing his cool quicker than he had hoped. His mind grew foggy. He didn't feel like himself. He felt more feral.

You could feel him in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut as he kept brutishly thrusting into you. When he stopped, your eyes slowly opened, and looked back at him. Piccolo's pupils were blown out. His chest heaved. You studied what you could of him in the dark. Before you got a word out, he swiftly positioned you on the ground.

"You make a monster out of me (y/n)…" The Namekian snarled, raising your legs higher. He nearly had you in a pretzel. Your knees easily touched your ears. He eyed you more and more, taking in every piece of you. "I could take you for all myself…I wouldn't let you see the light of day again…~ You could be all mine." He leaned back over you, caging you in the mating press. With a keen foresight, he jammed his cock back into you. You threw your head back and cried out his name.

Piccolo couldn't help but laugh, mercilessly hammering into you. Your g-spot was being beaten and bruised. "Prepare for a heavy pounding, human…I hope you don't mind - but I won't be going so easy on you anymore. Now that I know you can take my cock!" He huffed out, mewling and howling at the feeling. You were so wet and accepting, he needed more. He wanted to be in you forever.

Piccolo bit his lips and jolted, cumming quicker than expected. He pummeled you more and more, drooling at the slick feeling. Quickly, he sat up and adjusted himself. He held you down, propping himself on one knee while resting his arm on the other. Without leaving you, he easily placed you into doggy and quickly picked his pace back up. "I'm not letting a single drop of my cum leave you! And neither shall you, got it?" He asked sternly. The heavy claps for your skin contact nearly drove you wild. You couldn't answer until a firm smack across your ass woke you up. "Answer me. Now." He ordered. You whimpered more, tears practically coming from your eyes. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Piccolo hissed, feeling you get tighter as he slapped your rear.

He started to get more amped. Latching onto your hips with his nails, he continued the rapid onslaught. You wanted to wail out, scream for him to slow down, cry out the intensity of this. However, you couldn't help but melt with each thrust. The fact that he can send you to King Kai's planet and back then to Namek was crazy to you. Your insides started to burn up. "K-keep…hitting that spot!~" You panted out, trying to make your voice heard. The Demon King glared down at you, grabbing you by the hair. "Speak up, bitch…I don't think I heard you." You nearly came on the spot but roared out. "Make me cum!! Please! Let me cum!~"

Piccolo grew a wicked smile and chuckled darkly. Nearly putting you in a chokehold but still easing up for you to breathe, he clashed his hips to your ass harder than ever. "If that's the case, I'll happily oblige but say my name!" You were biting your lip so hard, you thought you were drawing blood. He snarled and used his other hand to pinch your hardened nipples. "Speak!"

He really did it now. His gruff voice, his larger body hugging onto you and the nonstop feeling of his dick tip kissing your cervix. You were quickly unraveling. "D-Demon King!~ Please fucking me harder!~ Make me c-cum!!~" He whined, riding out your orgasm. Your hips tried to match his pace but were shaking too much to keep up.

Piccolo on the other hand was a drooling, barking mess. He moaned out, feeling your walls tighten around him. "Oh..o-oh fuck! Fuck (y/n)!! That's it!~" He ruts himself as deep as he can go and cums, pumping you full of his hot seed. With each thrust, Piccolo's eyes looked down to see his seed spewing out from inside you. He grew hungry again as he watched a creamy ring around his cock form.

He placed his hand under your chin and pulled you back. He placed a deep kiss on your lips, sliding his thick purple tongue in; "You sure know how to treat a King…Let's see what else you're capable of.~"

You sat on the couch, sighing and looking around at the other guests at the party. You were invited by Zarbon to join in on the fun. It wasn't like he wanted to invite you, it seemed more like a pity invite. Your eyes rolled as you watched the guest have their fun.

"Why am I even here...?" You mumbled to yourself, leaning back in your seat. The spot next to you filled, causing you to look over. The Lord and Empire of the Universe himself sat beside you. 'What the hell is Lord Frieza doing here?!'. You blinked and looked at him as he drank from his cup.

"Not much of a party person, are you (y/n)?" Frieza asked, looking into his cup. You stared at him. He turned his head, his piercing red eyes looked back at you. "Well?"

You quickly looked away and nodded your head. He was right, you weren't much of a "party person". All you did was do your work, keep your head down, and go back to your quarters to repeat the next day. Frieza watched your body language and chuckled to himself.

"My, aren't you a nervous one? Don't worry, unwind a little. It is a party after all. Not a party for me, but you should still have fun." He hummed and took another sip. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Before you could ask a question, a large shadow loomed over you both.

Frieza's eyes looked up. His nose scrunched at the figure in front of you both. "Cell…" He choked out in disgust, "And what do I owe the unplease..?" The figure chuckled deeply. "No pleasure at all? That's a little rude of you, Frieza?" You looked up, nearly hurting your neck. The figure was an odd one. He looked like a large cicada but had a gorgeous face and pale hands. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him, and he noticed. Cell crouched down and took your hand, gently kissing it. "Well, are you cute enough to eat.." He purred, "I'm Perfect Cell, little one…but you can just call me Cell." He said, his charming yet deep voice almost threw you into a trance.

Frieza clicked his tongue, clearing his throat. "This is my acquaintance that works for me, (y/n). Isn't that right?" You nod, not losing eye contact with Cell. His deep, hungry gaze switched over from you to Frieza. "Oh? And how come they couldn't say their own name??" Cell questioned the smaller tyrant. Frieza smirked, nearly wanting to rip Cell apart. "Maybe if you stop staring at my workers like some kind of five-course meal, they can speak." Cell laughed and nodded his head. "You think that's the reason? Fine." He looked back at you and smiled, "Tell me your name, little one."

You looked at him then back at Frieza. His face was covered in hidden anger. "Go on. Anwser the rouch." Cell growled at the insult, but then quickly changed back to his charming self. "Um…I'm (y/n)." You answered with a warm smile. Cell chuckled and gently rubbed your cheek. "There we go..~" Your breath nearly got stuck in your throat. Frieza leaned over and swatted his hand away. "Enough of that, Cell. Don't you have more people to absorb?" He hissed. Cell chuckled and grabbed your wrist, "Sure, you could say that…and thanks to you, I found the next person I want to taste." He said, looking at you. Quickly, Cell stood up and looked in the direction of Zarbon. "Hey, Zar. I found my closet buddy!" You were completely lost. Closet buddy?

Zarbon walked over and looked down at you, his towering figure along with Cell's was something truly beautiful to look at. Zarbon's face changed and looked at Cell, "Them? Really?" Cell proudly nodded and held you up by your wrist. "Why yes. Is there a problem?" Zarbon scoffed and shook his head, "Of course not… just didn't take you as the type of person to be into lower life forms. You are a kinky bastard." He softly pushed Cell, causing him to chuckle too. "Now, make your way to the closet -" Before Zarbon could finish his sentence, Frieza shot up from his seat. "You aren't taking them, without me!" Cell and Zarbon both looked down at the tyrant. Zarbon was shocked and nearly dropped to the floor. "My Lord, are you…are you serious about this?" Frieza grabbed your other hand and held it up. "I was going to have them in the closet with me when it was my turn. If Cell takes them now, I want them as well." Cell rolled his eyes and huffed. Zarbon looked at all three of you, nodding his head. Of course, he couldn't say no to his boss.

With all the fighting slightly subsiding, Zarbon leads you and the other two to a large closet. "Seven minutes is all you have. Not a minute over…unless Lord Frieza says so." Zarbon nodded down at the smaller alien. Cell nodded quickly and shoved you into the closet. "Yes, yes. Unless the purple brat says otherwise. We get it, now let's get a move on. I'm hungry…~" He hummed, ducking into the closet. His ominous chuckle slightly echos. Frieza cringed at his disgusting wording and sighed. "Zarbon, if I knock twice before the time is up. Open the door." Zarbon blinked and slowly nodded, not understanding the meaning of that.

In the closet, you sat on the floor. Once the door closed, everything was eerily quiet and dark. You looked around, catching a glimpse of Cell's and Frieza's eyes. They both looked at each other, but Cell's was the one that moved closer to you. He held you up and pinned you to the wall, leaning over to gently place soft kisses around your neck. He wasted no time. You, on the other hand, tried to push him away. This was happening way too fast. You grunted and gasped, moaned, and begged for him to slow down. He only chuckled and exhaled against your skin causing you to shudder.

"Frieza never told me you smelled so good when you're scared…~ But there is no reason for that, I won't hurt you or do anything to harm you unless you want me to…~ I'm here to only have fun.~" He growled in his chest, feeling a strong hand touch his shoulder. Once he turned his head, the figure behind him didn't look like Frieza. It looked more like his father, but it was Frieza; just his second form. "You're enjoying yourself too much. You'll ruin your appetite that way.." Frieza's deeper voice shocked you both. Cell smirked and chuckled at the sentence. "Fine, then come and share this with me." Frieza scoffed at the proposal and pulled you away from the wall. Gently placing you against his bigger and broader chest.

Cell continued to kiss along your neck, gently grinding up against you. Your head started to feel light and you nearly yelped when Cell bites down. Frieza growled at this, slowly guiding his hands to your chest. You mewled out, trying to keep quiet. Frieza leaned over to kiss the shell of your ear, "You don't have to be quiet. If they hear you, I'll deal with them…~" He huffed, licking along your ear. You nodded and started to moan softly. Cell looked over at Frieza, who had the same idea in mind. They both nodded and laid you on the ground.

You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing both of these large figures towering over you. You felt so small, weak…yet, you wanted to have both of them. "H-hurry up.." You said softly. They both looked down at you, their eyes seeming to glow brighter once you said that. "I want to..keep going." Cell crouched down to you and cocked his head to the side. "Well, aren't you impatient? Fine, we'll get on with it. Frieza?" He said, looking back up at the larger alien. Frieza chuckled and got on his knees. "I hope you don't mind us both having our way then." You shook your head, signaling that everything was okay for you. Frieza smirked and quickly got to it, taking off your bottoms and undergarments. Cell did the same to your top. Once you lay nude on the floor, Frieza got to work. Quickly placing cold kisses on your thighs, dragging his tongue along them also. You shudder and meet the soft lips of Cell. Frieza raised your legs, pulling you closer to him. He leaned back down, slowly eating you out. You moaned loudly into the kiss, causing Cell to grunt. The sudden spark of pleasure nearly drove you wild. Cell couldn't take much longer of this. He pulled away, gently pawing at this black codpiece, and growled.

"(y/n)." Cell began, and you opened your eyes to see a large member in front of you. "Open your mouth, wide." He panted out. You had no idea where his member came from, but there was no time for that. You opened your mouth, lulling out your tongue. With no warning, Cell shoved his member deep inside your throat. He growled and placed his hand on your throat. "Getting weaker I see?" He cooed, groaning as you clawed and tightened around his member. Frieza watched as Cell rocked his hips against your face. "Give them time to breathe, Cell. They are still my employee." Frieza said through slurps. Cell nodded his head and panted, pulling away from you. You coughed and breathed out, "D-don't worry, If I need to breathe. I'll tap your leg…j-just give it to me please!" You said, hunger filled your eyes. Cell nearly lost it at your words. "If you wish to be treated like a slut, so be it, but don't say we didn't warn you..little one.~" Cell placed a heavy hand on your throat again, jamming his cock back into your mouth. Your muffled cries and moans caused Frieza to lose control. His usual regal and proper attitude was completely out the window.

Quickly, Frieza sat up and huffed. He put his decency to the side and started to stroke his bulging member. Cell chuckled at Frieza, "Don't worry Frieza, we still have a few minutes left…take your time with the dessert.~" The empire didn't listen. His mind was too focused on your smell and the pleasure that coursed through him. He lifted your legs up again and rushed his cock inside of you. You screamed out, Cell hunched over at the sudden pain. You dug your nails into him. "Ah! Damn it!!" Cell growled and moved his hips back before pumping his cock in and out of your throat. "F-Frieza, stop being so damn hard-headed and be careful! You're not the only one doing something here!" Frieza glared up at him, bucking his hips into you, "Why don't you just shut it, Cell? Enjoy them while you can. They're all mine once this idiotic party is over." Cell clicked his tongue and pulled out. He quickly moved you away from Frieza and rolled onto his back, gently laying you on top of him. Your back met with his cool, hard chest.

"Now Frieza," He began, "If you aren't going to properly share your dessert with me, I'll just have to take what I want." Cell said as he started to spread your legs wide. Your face grew a deep shade of red, "Now then, (y/n). You've been awfully quiet, and I find that quite rude." He started as he aimed his cock at your slick opening. "I want you, to tell us what you want.." He said in a gruff whisper. You whimpered and gasped as you were slowly filled, "P…please.." You started, "I..want to cum! I want you both to make me cum!" You cried. Cell chuckled deeply, looking up at Frieza, "I'm sure we can both fit, why don't you join me?~" Frieza's red eyes glowed with lust. He eyed you and glared at Cell, "Fine. I'll join.." He crawled over to you both, caging you between him and Cell. His member rubbed up against Cell and nudged up against you.

You both looked at Frieza, Cell kissed your neck and whispered, "Relax, just let him in. You'll enjoy this, I promise." You gulped and panted heavily. Frieza managed to squeeze inside and howled in slight pain, but soon melted into pleasure. You threw your head back, resting it on Cell's shoulder. "That's it, just give in.~" He huffed and started to buck his hips up. Frieza matched his pace, moaning softly. You were on the verge of screaming out for them to stop, but the pleasure soon started to swarm you. As they both hit your most sensitive spots, you cried out their name. Cell laughed loudly, spreading your legs wider and pounded deeper into you. Frieza hissed and grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs back. You felt like you were being ripped apart. The pleasure started to build up more and more for everyone. Cell panted, turning your head to look at him, "You feel so good. So…perfect. I could eat you up in one fucking bite!~" He growled and grabbed your jaw, wrapping his other arm around your torso. "Speak up, pet. Tell us what you want! Now!" Frieza glared down at you, "Listen to us and we'll give it to you!" He adjusted himself, fixing the position he was in to squat over you. This caused him to go deeper.

Your eyes rolled back, you were nearly there. "F-fuck!! Please!! Just…let me cum!!" You cried out, repeating the word 'please' over and over again. The two men looked at each other through the darkness and nodded. Ramming their raging cocks deeper inside of you, their pace quickened. Cell gave you soft praise while Frieza degraded you, you were in a whirl of emotions and pleasure. "I knew you were a weak slut when I hired you!! You're nothing more than a sick, twisted bitch that needs to be bred!" Frieza roared out, cumming inside of you. He hissed and exhaled through his teeth, riding out his orgasm like a feral animal. He leaned over, letting go of your ankles, and clawed at the walls. Cell chuckled again before letting out a low moan, he leaned over to bite you. You were overstimulated and wailed out, crying and cumming at the same time. Your legs started to shake as you managed to squirt your essence on the tyrant and the android. "Y-yes! Yes!" Cell panted out, pumping his and Frieza's cum deeper in you, "Let go! Give in to your desires!" He kissed your neck and back. You bite your lip, your eyes start to roll back before everything started to fade.

Frieza let out a low groan as he pulled out of you. Cell hummed in delight as he pulled away too, gently placing you on the floor. "Well, that was delicious. Thank you, (y/n), for the meal. I couldn't get enough.~" He said, amused at his work. Frieza, back in his usual form, came over to look at what was done. The entire closet was a mess and it smelled. He scrunched up his nose and looked at Cell, "We should help clean them up. I would hate for our new toy to be any more humiliated." Cell nodded and helped, "Our, lhuh?" Frieza stayed silent and glared as he gently cleaned you. "Don't fucking push it."

Borsalino is a proud sugar daddy. Need to get your nails done? Have his card. Want some expensive clothes or bags? See it done! He loves spoiling you!~ He’s an admiral so of course he has a good set of money! “Ohh~ so you want these, eh?~ Why not these pants, I think they’ll look better on you~..” - Only catch? He expects something in return. He worked hard for this money..he should get something too, yeah?

Aokiji is a respectable sugar daddy. Sure, it’s okay to get some expensive stuff here and there but don’t expect it unless you’ve done something good. (I.e) You cleaned your house and did self care? Let’s go out to a relaxing restaurant. Taking care of yourself more then usual, but ran out of hair/face/body products? No worries, he’ll buy them for you! - Only catch? Let him take a nap/lay on your chest or thighs. Your choice~

Pharah 🐈‍⬛

When you both get home from a good workout, you usher off to take the first shower.

After a while, you finish and sit on your side of the bed, sighing softly as Pharah makes her way into the room.

Her eyes scan the bed, then to your back and arms. Her face starts to soften.

"Hey..." Her soft voice broke the silence, making you jump slightly. "I never noticed you had so many scars..." Pharah sat down next to you and looks over, seeing your uncomfortable expression.

"You must get into a lot of fights, huh?"

"I...guess you can say that." You said under your breath.

For what seemed like forever, Pharah spoke again, "These aren't..from fights, are they.."

You were quiet but then shook your head, slowly feeling Pharah's arms wrap around you.

"...You know, I can't be mad at you for doing this to yourself and I can't say that I know the pain you are going through. We all go through pain differently." Her hug becomes tighter, "But...what I can say is that I'm happy you're still here. Still here fighting for your breath, and for yourself."

You look up at her, her big puppy dog eyes shining brightly at you. "I know you are still hurting, and that's okay...but I want you to keep fighting. The world is a hell hole, and it needs strong souls that fight every day, just like us! You've made it this far...I know you can go even further!" She places a gentle kiss on your wet cheek, "I know we can go further...we'll see a future where that pain won't exist. We'll probably be old and dusty by then.." She jokes, gently rocking you, "But...I'll happily wait forever. Just to see you truly smile..some day!"

Kiriko 🦊

Kiriko sat down next to you and handed you a pretty pastry, "You seem kinda down..I got this for you! Sweets cheer me up!" She smiles.

You give her a gentle smile and nod, "Oh - yeah! No, I'm fine. I'm just super tired, ya know?" Kiriko eyes you but nods her head. "I..haven't been sleeping well lately.." You softly speak up.

Kiriko tilts her head, carefully watching your every move, her eyes scanning you from head to toe, "is that right..?" She asks, you nod your head in response. She sighs softly and leans back in her chair, taking a bite of her doughnut. "Well..if you ever wanna talk about something. I want you to know I'm there!"

You nod your head again. The silence is deafening. Kiriko slowly sat up and held your arm gently. "Hey..um, do you mind if I check something real quick?" She asked gently, slowly pulling at your arm. You froze but slowly nodded. She rolled up the sleeve gently. Letting out a faint gasp. She noticed all the old scars peppering your skin - noticing a fresh bandage tightly fitted on your forearm.

"I.." She was at a loss for words, "You..seem to do this often..huh?" Kiriko asked, gently revealing the fresh gash on your arm. You flinched in pain, slowly nodding. "I see. You don't need to explain anything to me." She gives you a soft smile.

One of her hands gently grazes over the mark, healing it slowly, "You know...I don't usually find people that do this often. Hanzo..did this a few times, but..stopped." She looked a little sad, "You are hurting, and I noticed it. I knew you were sad, but never this sad." Kiriko moves a little closer to you, "You hide it so well, you always help others, smile, and so much more... it's..scary to know that this is going on in the background."

You stare at her, "I..want you to stay by my side. Not because I want to keep an eye on you, but because I want us to heal from this. Trauma..can happen, and can cause this type of stuff to happen - and far worse." She holds your hand tightly, looking at you, "I want to stay with you and see you grow. Grow into something strong, stronger than you already are. You can fight this, and I'll be with you every step of the way! We can fight these negative auras together!..we'll be stronger tomorrow than we are today, I know it for sure!"

Brigitte 🛡️

You were always quiet around Brigitte. She often invited you over to the shop to help her upgrade some stuff. You knew you couldn't do anything she can do, but helping out your partner was always something you liked doing.

Brigitte looked over at the door of the shop, hearing the chimes jingle. "You're here! Ready to work?" She said playfully, taken back by the sudden quiet aura around you. "Uhh - you don't seem so well, do you want to take a minute?" You shook your head.

"Let's just get to work.." You said faintly. Brigitte just nodded her head slowly, keeping an eye on you before she turned around.

Once you took off the jacket you were wearing, Brigitte smiled warmly at you, "There you go! Get comforta-" She stopped.

"What's that.." She said worriedly, slowly getting up and walking towards you.

You took a step back and shook your head, "Oh- I just fell! I can still work! Don't worry about it, Brig!" You try to play it off and smile, but once you made eye contact with Brigitte, she was frowning deeply.

"I'm closing shop. We need to talk.." She quickly said, gently picking you up and setting you down in a chair. "I want to hear everything..don't think about hiding anything from me!"Once she locked everything up, she slowly sat down in front of you on the floor.

"...(y/n)?" She spoke softly, gently holding your hand. "..is something going on?.. I won't be mad, I can't be mad at you..please know that!" Her eyes were watering.

Once you explained everything to her, you couldn't stop her from crying. "Please don't blame yourself-" "I'm not!" She cried out.

"I...I'm sad because..with how you carry yourself - I never noticed it. Not even papa noticed. Sure, we've seen you sad some days, but you always bounce back!" Her grip on your hand slightly tightens. "I want to be there to help you! I want to be there before you even think about doing this!"

King Cold loves both of his sons, but of course, he has his favorites. Which we all know is Frieza.

I think the reason why he adores Frieza more than Cooler is because Frieza looks more like their mother, King Cold’s adoring wife. Who suddenly died because Frieza was too strong and considered to be a mutant. (cr. to my partner for the death part!)

Cooler gets a bad rep from his father because, not only is he more distant. He looks more like his father and slightly (only slightly) blames himself for his loving wife’s demise.

TL;DR: King Cold adores Frieza more because he looks like their mother. Cooler looks too much like King Cold and he dislikes that.

cr: (c) rumblebat : fan theory

You and the rest of the pirates arrived at a small town, each house was covered in snow. The warm feeling this gave you was nostalgic. This was your home. This was your island. Nothing has changed since you left all those years ago.

Kidd glared over at you, noticing your joyous face. He looked away quickly before your eyes can meet his. Killer stepped in front of the captain, getting your full attention.

"If you don't mind," The large blonde started, "I know of a small pasta restaurant in this town. We can all go." He tried to hide the excitement in his voice. It worked, but only a little. Kidd started at him, slowly rolling his eyes, and waved him off.

"Fine, I don't give a damn, this is [y/n]'s home anyway. If any of you idiots decide to mess around and fuck stuff up without my say so. I'll personally hunt you down a kill you. Got it?!" The men nodded and quickly made their way into the village. Each of them had a list of supplies to search for.

As for you, Killer, and Kidd; made your way through the town, getting small stuff on the way to the restaurant. You and Killer shared a few laughs here and there. Your eyes glittered happily as the lights grew brighter with every shop you looked into. The village you stayed at was small, but each mason and tier that housed each shop brought back many memories for you. You would tell the large men behind you the meaning and the stories of each shop. Kidd, not seeming so interested in the stories at all, softened his expression. Noting how happy this makes you, returning to where you came from.

Killer would slightly cut you off from time to time to ask you small questions. Kidd didn't seem to like that; "Hey!" He scolded softly, startling you and shutting the blonde up, "I get that you're interested in the stories [y/n] is sayin', but let them at least finish it, huh?.." This shocked not only Killer but you. Since when was he so interested, let alone polite when it comes to others? Ah, you're his crewmate. That's why. "Hey!" He shouted at you, waving his hand in your face, "Are you going to continue or what? I'm starting to get hungry here!"

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and nodded, smiling warmly at him, "Ah, sorry cap'n!" He blinked and looked to the side, slightly blushing in anger. "Whatever..just keep fucking talking, shrimp!" You nodded your head and turned around leading them to the restaurant. Pointing to shops, answering Killer's questions, and telling nostalgia-filled stories until something stopped you in your tracks.

Killer stopped a few inches behind you, the same with Kidd. You felt your whole body go cold. The only thing you honestly hoped to not see here were your ex-crewmates. The memories of your old captain and you having a slight fling were lost in the deepest part of your mind. You wanted to forget all that... Foreplay that eventually leads to other things, thinking of it made your stomach do flips. Of course, at the time you were okay with it, but eventually, you started to understand that he would spread lies and gossip about your privacy to the other men. Leading them to ask you to come and warm their beds. In short, you had enough of the slander and were seeing yourself off but was stopped. Your captain, drunker than days, came to you.

"What's wrong with ya? I thought we talked about you leaving the crew and me. You're not going anywhere, right?" He hissed softly, trying to act as worried and sad as possible. You gritted your teeth and took a few steps back, "I don't want to be here anymore. I'm tired of being treated like a slave! I'm a pirate, not a person to pass around!" You growled in anger. Your captain was not pleased with this at all. The guilt tripping didn't seem to work, and he quickly noticed that minus his drunken state. Quickly, he grabbed ahold of your shirt, slamming you to the wall and onto the floor. You were too stunned to act, your breath quickly left your lungs.

'This can't end this way, I can't die like this! I can't die like this!!" You spat in his face, thrashing as much as you can trying to break free of his grip. He straddled you, his weight almost seeming like it was too much for you to handle. He quickly grabbed both of your wrists with one of his hands but failed. You took that as a chance to quickly grabbed the bottle he had and smash it against his head. Sending the man to fall on his side. You laid there for a few seconds to catch your breath, then quickly hopped to your feet and headed for the upper deck. The crewmates were too distracted by the noise and ran to the room where the unconscious captain lay. Your running start was enough for you to grab a small dingy off the side of the boat, drop down into the sea, and hastily paddle away. But of course, the men saw what had happened and quickly started to fire everything they had at you. You paddled as much as you could, all this noise could attract a starving beast, but before you were in the clear. A canon ball managed to nick your dingy and send you flying. What a way to go, huh?

Everything after that seemed so fuzzy, all you remembered was being dragged out of the water and loud talking. When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a loud, flaming redhead. Later down the line, he became your new captain; after heavy trust exercises of course.

(but back to the story)

Your eyes met your old captain. He glared at you but soon did a double take. "Weeell~" He purred, "If it isn't my old crewmate, how is everything [y/n]?~" He strolled over to you, not minding the men behind you. "What 'cha doing back here? Did you miss us?" You didn't say anything. "Not talking? Are you scared or something? We all honestly thought you died...frankly, everyone in the village thought you died. At least that's what we told them.~" You gritted your teeth, anger started to bubble in your chest. Before you could say anything, two hands were placed on each of your shoulders.

"Killer, I don't know about you, but it seems like these assholes are giving our crewmate a hard time," Kidd smirked mischievously, Killer did nothing but give a slow nod. "Hey, if I were you...I'd take your lousy crew and leave." Kidd glared down at the old captain, who only laughed and stepped closer. This caused the two men to pull you back behind them.

"And what if I don't?" Your old captain mocked. Kidd's eye twitched in annoyance. "No worries then," Kidd began, "I'll just have to sick my men on you...and your pathetic crew. Killer, why don't you give this man a small taste of what the Kidd Pirates can do."

Killer's heavy footsteps crunched on the snow-covered pavement. Kidd turned around and placed you under his arm, leading you back to the ship. "Let Killer handle those idiots. Those fools picked the wrong crew to mess with." You didn't say anything but looked over your shoulder, seeing a glistening spray of blood on the fresh snow. Quickly, you turned your head. "Now...tell me why you just stopped talking? What the hell did those guys do to you?" You blinked, slightly grabbing ahold of your shirt, and let out a shaky breath. Soon, once you managed to mustard up the courage. You told your captain all of it, everything, and every last detail. This wasn't the story he necessarily wanted to hear from you or his crewmate.

"For a captain to take advantage of his crewmate like that, is sickening...I'm calling my men back." He stood up in a huff and turned, stomping out of the room and onto the main deck. He yelled out loudly to each of his men. "Alright!! Now that I have your attention. Imma need every last one of you to find a certain captain that resides on this island. Killer is already scaring him. If you find Killer, have him lead you to the body. Beat him to the brink of death, find the rest of his crew, and do the same! And hey, if they manage to try and bribe you with any treasure. Take it and kill them!! He hurt one of us, it's time for a little bit of payback, yeah?" The men he managed to gather from his grew cheered and race off to savagely hunt. Heat and Wire were left, placing all the supplies they found in the storage room.

"Imma need you two to go with Killer and destroy that man's ship. Burn it and don't leave a damn trace, got it?" Heat nods his head, sending off a wave before he leaves. "Wire...make sure they have it done in a good time. I want to leave this damn place before it causes us more trouble." The tall man nods and follows Heat. Kidd looks back at you, his face was still annoyed and pissed as ever, but he softened it as much as he can.

"What happened, wasn't right. That man is paying for what he did. Now that you're here and on my crew. I'll keep you safe, I'm sure you can handle yourself," He sat down beside you, sighing softly as he relaxed, "but sometimes... it's okay to let other people handle something. Take care of yourself for a bit alright? I don't need you moping around and such in my sight! Take care of yourself, damn it!! And that's an order!.." He barked loudly. Slowly, shifting his gaze over to you. Seeing your slight nod pained him for some reason. "Damn it all...man-" He growled lowly and pulled you into his arm. Shocking you, but soon you melted into the hug and softly cried into it. "Your health of all kinds is important to us...don't feel bad about anything. You're safer now, please...please.." He nuzzled into your neck, "Just take as long as you need. You're a pirate...but you're also one of us, now and forever."

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thank you all so much for coming! I always appreciate the support for my silly little stories!~ this one took a bit out of me, but I love my punk boy so much!~ I hope you all enjoyed it, see you next time with Mr. Mihawk!~ 🍷✨

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You were a castaway. Afloat on a thick piece of wood in the middle of the ocean. The hot sun only seemed to cook you more and more as you drifted endlessly. You were dehydrated, wheezing. This was how it all ended. No one will know about your death, you will sink into the endless brine until your lifeless body hit the seafloor. Waiting for a lurking beast to come and devour you.

Alas, you didn't need to worry about that. As the sun started to set, it graciously tugged for the moon to follow. The cool air became still, something didn't seem right. Your mind was too hazy from the scorching sun to fully comprehend what was happening. An odd-shaped boat slowly crept up to your side. The large figure sat aloof in the brilliant maroon chair. The waxing crescent gave the chair's gold accent a little bit of shine. The figure's gleaming eyes scanned your corpse. Swiftly, he lifted you out of the water and placed you on the deck gently.

After what seemed like forever, you opened your eyes. The room you woke up in didn't seem familiar. This wasn't yours, none of it was. Where are you? You sat up and held your head, slightly flenching at your sore muscle and nearly sunburned skin. This was agony. Everything was slowly coming too, you let out a deep breath.

"...Where the hell am I?" You mumbled, not expecting an answer as you look to your side. Being met with two large, golden eyes nearly stopped your heart.

"You are in my home, castaway.." Said a regal voice. The figure walked closer to you, his form coming into view by the candlelight. "You were drifting close to my island, I just so happened to bump into you while I was sailing. That was a week ago..." He spoke his voice almost like velvet.

You sat there in awe, not knowing whether to be terrified or to be slightly embarrassed. He was attractive, but he was menacing and didn't seem to know it. You didn't know this man, but his eyes. Those eyes. You've heard the rumors about a certain warlord with piercing, golden-ringed eyes. This was him, this was that man. What was his name again?

You cleared your throat as he walked around your bed, picking up the small bowl on the bedside table. "If you're hungry...I'll be making dinner soon. I don't expect you to come to the dining hall to eat, but if you do. Don't hurt yourself trying." He sets the bowl on a silver tray. "I would prefer a quiet dinner, not a noisy one." The man spoke under his breath.

Your eyes followed him, before he closed the door you opened your mouth. "Wait! What's your name!" The man stopped in his tracks and looked back at you. Even in the dim light, his eyes still managed to glow. "If you manage to make it down to the dining hall, I'll answer any questions you might have. I'll hopefully see you soon." He spoke, and a soft chuckle bubbled in his chest.

Once the door closed, you looked from the door to the large, wooden clock in the corner. 7:14pm. Carefully, you got up from your spot and walked to the door. Your eyes were caught by something, you narrowed them and blinked. A stack of neatly folded clothes was placed on the desk. You tilted your head and made your way over to them, gently picking them up and analyzing them. It was a simple silk nightgown. The laced bottle swayed against the floor, as well as a pair of bloomers. You looked at the bloomers and picked them up, "What the hell..?" You mumbled. "These look itchy as hell!" You shake your head and quickly got dressed, then gingerly made your way down the hall.

You could smell freshly baked bread, butter, and seasonings beyond your wildest dreams. For such a gloomy place, you didn't expect much flavor from this mysterious man.

Peeking your head into the kitchen, you locked eyes with him. Now, basking in the light of the oil lamp, you got to see every part of him. How impressive. You stared at him, not noticing your face changing colors.

"You know, in some places; it's rude to stare. Especially, in someone else's home." He sighed and turned away, wiping his hands on his apron. "Dinner is on the table. Get to it, castaway."

You grunted softly, "Mmh, I have a name."

"Oh, do you now?" The man chirped. You grumbled and pulled out the chair, "Yes, it's (y/n).." He nodded his head and walked over, setting down his plate and a wine glass. You tilted your head at the liquid, it didn't seem like wine, it was thicker.

"Well, (y/n). I'm Dracule Mihawk, it's a pleasure..." He eyed you down as if you were nothing more than prey with a name. Quickly, you looked back at your plate, noticing your meat was slightly... undercooked.

"W-well, Mr. Mihawk, I don't want to be rude...but is there any way to cook my food for a bit longer? It seems to be...still bleeding." You mumbled, sticking out your tongue. His eyes slowly went down to your plate, "It seems it is..." He reaches over and grabs your plate, switching it with his, "Sorry, I mixed our plates up."

"You...eat your meat bloody?" He nods slowly, wiping off his silverware. He began to eat, the meat almost looked soggy. As if it was still alive. You sat there, trying not to gag. Respectfully, he wiped his mouth and glared at you.

"You better eat before your food gets cold.." You slowly nod and gulp, eating your vegetables and other sides. Trying your best to avoid the meat, as well as his eye contact. This was getting a little overwhelming for you, but you tried to play it off. Little did you know, the bird-like man was seeing right through your little facade.

The night started to come slowly. You offered to help clean up but were kindly denied by the stoic man. He nodded his thanks to you and walked to the sink. Cleaning off each utensil. "I do have one question," He started, you froze in your tracks. "Where did you come from? Why were you stranded in the middle of the sea?..." Mihawk asked calmly, of course not expecting a full-length answer. You were knocked out when he saved you.

You blinked a few times and thought to yourself, "Um...my..village was blown up? I think. I was on a boat trying to get away, but ended up getting hit in the crossfire." Your eyes grew sad, rubbing your arm. He nodded his head and turned off the faucet, wiping his hands on the apron and removing it.

"Interesting. I'm impressed you managed to survive a buster call." He started, glaring over at you. You didn't understand, merely tilting your head like a confused puppy. He chuckled at your adoring gesture. 

"If you're assuming I'm a pirate. I'm not...that thing you called it, was probably because my village was attacked. Of course, the damn Marines didn't kill any pirates - everyone in my home is now gone." You hissed.

"So you're homeless." He said in a stagnant tone.

You clicked your tongue and cursed at his ill comment. Before you managed to even make it out of the kitchen, the hawk-like man swiftly darted in front of you.

"I do hope you know," He growled, "It's also very rude to leave during a conversation..." Mihawk spat, stepping closer to you. "And it's rude to curse under your breath. Speak up if you have something to say, castaway.."

You choked on your breath, smelling nothing but expensive cologne and the faint stench of iron. Something like blood. You took a step back, bumping against the wall.

"You smell.." You said in a shaky breath. He stared at you, then let out a small laugh. "W-what's so funny? You smell like blood! I get that you're that strong swordsman, are you injured? Why-" You stopped talking, remembering the glass of mysterious liquid and the very odd meat. No, vampires don't exist. They never had! Maybe in folklore and stories, but this is real life! They aren't real!...right?

Your eyes slowly met back with Mihawk, who gave you a small yet warm smile, his teeth gently peeking through his lips. 'F-fangs?' You thought to yourself.

He slowly pulled away from you, going over to a large chair in the corner of the room. "You know," he began, "If you need a place to stay. As you can probably tell, I am a very lonely man in this big castle. I do have room to spare." He sat down, the chair creaking slightly under his weight. His hand reached for his newspaper while the other reached for a familiar bottle. He suddenly poured himself a glass, "You are free to stay for as long as you want." Mihawk cooed softly, taking a deep sip from his wine.

You stood there, watching this man bask in the moonlight, amazing at his beauty and his sudden kindness. You've only heard stories about him. How ruthless and savage he was. He enjoyed chasing his prey, just like his nickname entails. He is nothing more than a hawk.

You gulped and slowly walked to him, freezing in place when his eyes met you. "What's wrong?" Mihawk questioned, "I won't bite.." You blushed softly and nodded, walking over to the large chair that mimicked his.

"Mr. Mihawk-"

"Mihawk is fine." He corrected you, going back to his newspaper.

You tried to muster up the courage, letting out a breath. "Your..teeth." You started, "You're not..um..ya know."

He slowly looked back at you, sipping his wine. "Mm? I'm not a what? Pirate?" You shook your head.

"Vampire." You said under a cough. He stared at you again and laughed. You sat there, awkward. Was it that funny? Sure, of course, he'd think it's funny! He's pale, lives in a big castle, drinks red wine or something, and has the whole gothic vibe! You let out a faint chuckle.

"(y/n)," He said through a dying laugh, "You're the first one to even recognize that I am." Mihawk cleared his throat and signed, looking up at you.

Your face was horrified, terrified even. He tilted his head and raised a brow. "What seems to be the problem?" You blinked and opened your mouth, but were cut off by him zipping in front of you. Only a few inches away from your face. "You look...mortified. As if I'm going to hurt you..." He whispered gently to you, "Are you? Afraid, (y/n)?"

You didn't know what to say. You were scared, of course. Does he have cravings? What if he gets hungry and goes crazy? You're the only person on this island besides him! What will happen?! So many questions run through your head.

"Please...don't hurt me." you managed to squeak out.

He paused, not even moving an inch. His eyes study you. Your body movement, your face, your heartbeat. He noticed. Everything. How hurt but also how scared you were. Slowly, he pulled away from you. Taking extra precautions to not make any sudden movements. 

"Not all vampires are bloodthirst freaks..." He said, walking back to his seat. "Not that I'm offended or anything. Take the time to understand fictional vampires and real ones…" You look back at him, making sure he was telling the truth. You couldn't tell. The man was a stone wall.

"I'm sorry..." You said, rubbing your arm. "I didn't mean for that to come out so rudely. I...just only heard stories about them and was told they were all bad. None of them were good and they were only killers." Your (e/c) orbs glanced over at him, trying to read any expression he gave. Nothing.

The room was silent after a few hours, and you were starting to get sleepy. The room felt cooler. Mihawk glanced over at the clock then back at your tired body. 12:59am. You laid there, perfectly curled up on the chair.

"If that was your form of an apology." He began, neatly folding the paper and standing up. The hawk swiftly made his way to you, gently picking you up from your semi-cozy state. "I'll forgive you...~" He purred softly, noticing your body only getting closer to him for warmth. He smiled sweetly and opened the door to the room you'd been staying in. "I take it that you're okay with staying with me?" Not knowing what's going on, you only nod your head. Mihawk chuckles softly to himself, placing you in the large bed and tucking you in.

Once he was done, he quietly turned on his heel and started to make his way for the door.

"Wait..." Said a small voice, "...please...stay with me tonight?" You asked in your near somnolent state. He looked over his shoulder at you, his golden eyes giving off that familiar glow in the night.

He stood there for a few minutes, trying to see if you were meaning it or if you were just talking in your sleep. Once he noticed your hand grabbing out to him, he chuckled softly and closed the door. Making his way over to your bedside.

"I suppose...since the little (princess/prince), asked so kindly." He teased in his typical monotone voice.

You opened your eyes sleepily, raising your head but quickly started to snap out of the daze once he began to undress. "I'm sorry, do you not like that name I gave you? Why are you making that face all of a sudden?.." He questioned as he crawled into the bed beside you. You tried to distance yourself but he quickly pinned his arms by your side.

"Are you okay with me being this close?" He asked softly. You felt as if all this was going by a little fast. You gulped and nodded your head slowly. This feels wrong, but somehow you feel so safe with him. It's comforting...very comforting. You leaned up and gently kissed his lips, tasting the lingering flavor of blood. His eyes were lidded, a deep purr grew in his chest.

"Well...I guess that's one way to thank me.." He kissed you back, slowly trailing each kiss from your lips to your neck. You let out a small sigh, biting your lip and nearly regretting the next few words.

"If you don't mind...I can think of another way of thanking you...~" He slowly looked up at you, a toothy grin appeared on his face.