#wolfe writes

This went against everything they'd ever known. They'd been abandoned at the church together as babies, raised to be true men of the cloth, lived by the holy code. They were the top priests of the church and were extremely honored to know they were shepherding the Lord's lambs to true salvation.

Until you arrived.

You were so beautiful that the first time they met you, the men were sure you were a divine maiden sent from their lord himself. Soft, kind hearted, with eyes that seemed to truly see through them. You were so breathtakingly beautiful that that night the men made their first true sins against their father.

Ace came four times fisting himself in the bath thinking about how soft your lips looked when you softly mouthed his name. "Father Portgas".

Sabo was much more debauched already, grinding his leaking, aching cock between his pillow over and over again. The sight of your deep, intense, gaze as you confidently looked into his eyes playing on repeat until he was growling and grunting, soft whispers on your name falling from his pretty lips like a mantra once he finally spilled his yearning for you.

They were down, truthfully and utterly down horribly bad for you after that night. They'd find any reason to touch you, Ace resting his large, warm hand on the dip of your back as he leaned over you to examine the scripture you were reading. Or Sabo grasping your hips to steady you on the library ladder as you reach to grab an old book to help them put together the next sermon.

'It's innocent.' They thought, doing these things, only to use these moments as new material for their nightly, secretive, worships of your pull on them.

By the first month you're in the church Ace and Sabo are unable to help themselves from getting painfully hard the moment you enter the same room as them, barely able to focus on your questions as their minds reel with lavish debauched fantasies of worshipping your divine maiden body.

Unbeknownst to them you aren't fairing much better yourself. The first time you caught either of them moaning your name quietly was two weeks after arriving. You'd wanted to discuss his sermon from the day with Sabo and your body froze outside of his barely cracked door as you heard a low moan of your name. Heat danced up your neck, realizing what was happening when you peeked in and seen him hunched over his pillow. His golden locks sweaty from how hard and long he'd been fucking into his pillow thinking of you. It was so wrong. How heat pooled in your gut and without thinking, you slipped your small hand in your sleeve to reach down and feel the growing wetness in your panties.

You were truly, and utterly debauched realizing you liked being wanted by him. Silently masturbating as you watched, fingers slipping clumsily and inexperienced against your lower lips until you brushed against a bundle of nerves and nearly choked on a quiet gasp. You stopped then, fixing yourself before silently shutting his door to go and find Ace to ask for confessional.

Rita gives a small smile, albeit a bit strained, and nods. She starts to set up the blanket, but her hands are trembling. She struggles with the blanket, eyes narrowing as the struggle continues. Woolfred frowns before moving closer to her.

“Let me help with this, Rita” Woolfred attempts to grab a corner of the blanket.

“No!” Rita exclaims, swatting Woolfred’s hand away. “I invited you out here to-to relax! Not.. Not work! I-I got this, Woolfred.”

Woolfred’s frown deepens as he puts a hand over hers, “Sweetheart, it’s okay. Please just let me help you.”

Rita sniffles and nods. Rita takes deep breaths as they work together to set up the blanket to be just right. They set the basket in the middle and Woolfred looks upon their work with a look of satisfaction. Woolfred sits down on the blanket and offers a hand to Rita, giving her something to stabilize herself as she sits down.

Rita begins taking the food she’s made out. Sandwiches, mostly, but a couple pastries and some juice in jars. Woolfred lets out a noise of interest as he watches her take out the different foods.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Rita dear.” Woolfred smiles at her as he grabs himself a sandwich. “Thank you, Rita. I’m glad you invited me out.”

“Y-yeah. Of course, Woolfred..” Rita takes a deep breath before continuing. “I want.. I want to apologize.”

Woolfred tilts his head at her. “Whatever for, Rita dear?”

“B-Because.. Because.. U-uhm..” Rita sniffles. “I m-missed the celebration you-you worked hard on.. And I-I know you really wanted everyone to c-come and-and I felt like I couldn’t and-” Rita cuts herself off with a small sob.

“Oh.. Oh nonono, dear, it’s okay.” Woolfred holds a hand out to her, offering it for her to take. 

Rita takes his hand with one of hers, and Woolfred puts his other hand on top. He just holds her hand, giving a small comforting smile.

“It’s quite alright, Rita. Yes, I would’ve liked it if you could’ve come, but I much prefer your comfort and happiness over attendance.” Woolfred explained, “you’re important to me, dear. Much more important than the parties I like to throw.”

Rita rubs her eyes with her free hand, another sob leaving her. “I-I wanted to come. I.. I r-really did, but-but I got so o-overwhelmed and-and I…”

Woolfred softly shushes her, squeezing her hand gently. “I don’t mind, Rita dear. Do what you need for your health. Your mental health is just as important as physical health.” Woolfred raises her hand to press his forehead against it, eyes closed. “All I ask is for you to take care of yourself.”

Rita nods, her whole body shaking. “I-I can do th-that.. I… I.. uhm.. T-thank you, Woolfred. It-it means a lot t-to me..”

“Of course, my dear.” Woolfred lifts his head, regarding her with a gentle smile. “If you ever need time away from others, please take that time. You will not offend us. I promise”

“Thank you… I.. I appreciate this..” Rita sniffles, taking a shaky deep breath

Woolfred hums, “Besides, we can have our own celebration with this lovely picnic you set up for us!”

Rita smiles, still teary eyed. “Y-Yeah… Yeah! We can.. Just me and you. You’re the best, Woolfred”

“Awh.. Heh.. I try my best, kiddo.” Woolfred lightly scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed. “We can always have our own celebrations, Rita. Anytime you want.”

———

The ONE TIME Bazz takes time away from the Zora Domain. Not on duty. Just traveling with the Bazz Brigade. They’re stopped in a little miscellaneous shop, the rest of the Bazz brigade out on the road outside or ahead to a different part of the shopping district.

They don’t even recognize that it’s them being spoken to at first, pausing to tilt their head to look in the direction of the other. “Me?” Bazz questions, standing up straighter and placing the item in their hand back down on a shelf.

“Yes.” The masked figure clicks back, stepping back slightly as if Bazz would get aggressive. Confusion flits over the Zora’s face in an instant. “How am I delusional?” The captain clicks, turning fully toward them.

“You’re a man, but you pretend you aren’t. You don’t stop being it because you think you aren’t.” The figure tsks.

Bazz actually takes a pause, registering that for a moment. While Bazz had been planning on giving them a response, they don’t even get anything out before the person’s figure is freezing in place.

The Sheikah is stumbling back, knocking an item off one of the shelves in the process, practically scrambling out of the shop in the same instant. Leaving Bazz even more confused. “….weird guy,” They muttered, shaking their head as they turn back around toward what they had been looking at. Only to get spooked as they accidentally bump into Sidon, who seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“I thought you were waiting outside?” Bazz huffs slightly, looking up at their friend. The prince is definitely getting up there in height nowadays, practically towering over most average sized Zora (and other races for that matter).

Sidon flashed a sheepish smile toward the other. “I saw something that caught my eye. Are you okay?” He questions, tilting his head even though he’s already ducked down slightly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” Bazz questions, side-eyeing their friend.

Sidon hummed quietly, glancing away. “No reason,” He replied, “but I think I’m going to step out again. This shop is not quite built for my size.”

Bazz snorts sharply, watching as the comically huge Zora Prince just about bonk his head on the ceiling. “…No kidding. I’ll get whatever it is you were looking at, just get out. Before you give yourself brain damage preferably. Or break something, for that matter.”

Sidon waves them off, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. I changed my mind. I’m just going to go wait outside.”

Bazz shakes their head, “Suit yourself.”

Sidon flashed a smile before trying to make his way out of the shop- succeeding but not without smacking his forehead on the doorframe.

Bazz snickers softly as they hear the Zora swear under his breath.

It’s not long before the captain is following suit, paying for their things and making their way out. Only to hear something along the lines of “Feral Zora! He’ll kill you!” from an (unfortunately) familiar voice. The Sheikah was pointing in Bazz’s direction, but, upon them moving to the side, the pointing revealed it was the prince that was the target of the claim.

Sidon snorts, just flashing a bright grin in the other’s direction. All the sunshine vibes he could muster were poured into it. “I’m sorry if we spooked you, but unfortunately your ignorant accusations toward our friend were uncalled for, and you could use a bit of humility.” He states, still smiling despite his very pointed words. Flashing extremely pointy teeth in the process, which only manages to further crumble the Sheikah’s composure, their hands shaking as they point. “SEE?!”

Bazz blinks, confusion flirting across their face. “What did you do?” They drawl, fixating their look on the Prince of the Zora.

“Nothing. He’s delusional. Pretending we’re something, we are not.” Sidon shrugs.

It clicks then what might have happened, and Bazz’s gaze flits from between the horrified Sheikah to their sunshine friend. A warmth blooms in the captain’s chest at once. They’ve never felt more validated than in that moment.

“Well. That’s too bad. They seemed nice.” Bazz drawls, a smile finding its way onto their face. “Let’s get on our way anyway and catch up with the others; we’re wasting daylight.”

Sidon’s expression blinks into his own confusion before flirting back into a more genuine grin. “For sure. Let’s go, then.”