ϟleep tomorrow but tonight go crazy ❤

maybe a little tag game? totally optional :)

Twins with Luffy, they don't know who's older

Luna is serious and stoic, (but will be silly from time to time more so pre timeskip), observant (was kind of creepy as a child because she watched people a lot), very empathetic, protective and very close to her brother(s)

They also look nothing alike, that's the gag. Everyone in foosha village struggles to tell them apart but they very clearly look nothing alike

She ate the blood blood fruit.

Japanese dictionaries have two words for blood: chi and ketsueki. Chi is more informal while ketsueki can be blood in a lot of different contexts. But I particularly like this one:

血液 (Ketsueki) - Blood; the vital fluid of the body.

But ketsueki doesn't lend well to devil fruit naming conventions so chi chi no mi is the winner (also side note my friend who knows Japanese told me chi chi sounds like boobs so nice)

Chi chi no mi or the blood blood fruit is a logia

Luna can transform her body into blood, both human shaped and puddle. She can also control blood in other people (more so after her awakening)

They find out at the exact same time in the bar but Luna's situation seems more dire. Everyone thought she was dying since she turned into a bloody puddle

This really traumatized her so the only people who know what her power are at this point are just Luffy, Shanks and his crew and Makino. Later on Ace, Sabo, Dadan and Garp know

She swears she's never going to use it, thinks she's gross and weird now

Also doesn't help that the mayor calls Luffy a freak for being made of rubber, so to her if Luffy is a freak then she must be a monster

She's super close to Benn since he's the first mate and she wants to be Luffys first mate

Fast forwarding some she's really attached to Ace. They bonded over a devil fruit book Luna found somewhere.

Fast forward even more shes the vice captain of the straw hats

Her dream is to find a way to get rid of her devil fruit

She fights with a bolas (weighted cords) she doesn't want to touch blood but Zoro quickly helps her get over that.

If no weapon she fights with a mixture of boxing and muay thai (obv not named that in the story) when needed

Fast forwarding more: kuma also sends her to Amazon Lily but she's found closer to the village by Sweet Pea, Aphelandra and Marguerite they take her to Belladonna so she can check her out

Hancock shows up asks if anything happened and they mention a strong monkey but say a woman washed ashore and says she was attacked by someone who sounds strangely similar to Kuma another warlord

Hancock demands to see her

Grandma Nyon is there and still goes through her whole speech about going to keep the treaty with the government, Hancock seems to ignore her but she's actually thinking of a plan

Luna is brought in doesn't bow or anything and Hancock demands to know what happened

She tells her she was at sabaody with her crew and was sent here by Kuma Hancock questions if she's the captain and she tells her she's the vice captain

Hancock is brash saying it's clear she's strong why would she ever give up being captain Luna tells her her brother is the captain and Luna has no qualms with it that isn't her dream She asks what her dream is and Luna tells her to get rid of her devil fruit

That stirs something inside Hancock… bringing back painful memories of her childhood

Hancock wants to know what her devil fruit is and Luna says she'd rather die than show her… Hancock is intrigued

She's formulating a plan to get out of going to the execution

She thinks she can sway Luna to stay at Amazon Lily, renounce her crew and Hancock can say one of the seven warlords attacked her people and therefore she doesn't have to listen to government summons

Luffy still fights in the arena but Hancock keeps Luna sitting like a pet at her feet (fourth wall break here listen I just want to be her purse dog ok LMAO)

After Luffy protects their mark Hancock tells the both of them her backstory and Luna gets extremely upset at what happened to Hancock

She still gives them the ride to Impel Down and Marineford plays out the same the twins develop conquerors haki and Ace dies right in front of Luffy and Luna

While Luffy is hurt right there next to Ace Luna is attacked by Blackbeard at Catarina Devons request (fourth wall break again LISTEN! I can have an evil villain lady who also wants a piece of this)

Both Luffy and Luna are severely injured but are saved by Law taken back to Amazon Lily

Luna is in a coma while Luffy is running around the jungle with Jinbe

Luffy will train with Rayleigh on Ruskaina while Hancock keeps Luna at Amazon Lily

In this version Rayleigh trained Hancock so she's just as good as he is

Luna will be Hancocks handmaiden while training they're never to be separated

Luna has recurrent nightmares about losing Ace so she avoids sleeping

She's hellbent on revenge and only cares about training and getting stronger

Her new dream is to kill Akainu but after getting close to Hancock she's adding kill the celestial dragons who owned Hancock to that vengeance list

Luna does train with her devil fruit but she doesn't use it in front of anyone else until Wano

The attack names:

🩸Crimson Rain: sucks the blood out of someone and rains it back down on them as knives

🩸Crimson Judgment: boils the blood inside someone

🩸Sanguine Retribution: turns into a huge blood titan (in the vein of robins devil version so Luna is basically a magical girl with a transformation)

During the two years Luna and Hancock fall in love and develop a relationship

Silence filled the space between you. Your skin prickled, suddenly all too aware of exactly where he'd been staring all this time. Surely you'd heard wrong, Zandik had barely seemed interested in platonic relationships, and you'd certainly never caught any hint of physical desire behind those carmine eyes.

He straightened up in his chair, the movement breaking you out of your stupor. Were you supposed to have said something? Had it been a question? Maybe you were tired and that's how you'd mis-

"They look bigger," Zandik held up his hands and made a groping motion with his fingers, "more full."

Instinct finally caught up and you shifted uncomfortably, reaching up to tug at your uniform. It didn't even have a low cut.

He tilted his head curiously, the quick flicker of his eyes back down making your cheeks heat up faster than they already were.

"What? Not big on compliments?" Zandik crossed his arms in front of his chest, clicking his tongue while you floundered for a reply.

"You- that's not a compliment!" You hated how your voice cracked. The sound of blood rushing was all you could hear for a moment, thinking you might actually pass out from sheer embarrassment.

He merely scoffed, finally brushing those teal strands away from his face. "Of course it is."

"It's creepy! Don't comment on peoples bodies! Why are you even staring there in the first place?!" At least today you'd suggested studying at your dorm instead of the House of Daena or, archons forbid, at a café in town.

Zandik twirled a pen, not even bothering to listen to your reprimand. "Right right. I'm staring 'cuz I like them, dimwit."

Your heart skipped a beat, eyes going so wide it felt like they'd pop right out of your head. The next moment was like seeing an impossible transformation take place, like Zandik realised a stream of consciousness had been spoken out loud.

He looked off to the side, teeth bared in a sneer. "The curvature has a pleasant slope from a purely aesthetic perspective.."

"An aesthetic perspective.." Your arms were still tightly wrapped in front of your chest.

Zandik tried to clear his throat, eyes dropping down to the compendium that had sat untouched by him for nearly an hour by now. Not even after flipping through several pages did his ears show any sign of getting less red.

"Think of it as scientific inquiry," he began, voice significantly less sharp now, "I'm unfamiliar with the experience of having two large glands stuck to the front of my chest."

You scrunched your nose at his choice of words but didn't interrupt. It clearly irked him that you remained silent, taking a deep breath while running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm simply curious about the structure, the weight, the give, the uhm-..." he gestured once more, palms up as he first imitated the motion of lifting something gently before turning his hands, pinching his index finger and thumb together and tugging at air.

Something traitorous fluttered in your stomach.

It barely took any time at all from you'd sighed out a little 'go ahead' to Zandik had tossed you onto the bed and climbed on top, slender fingers clumsily tugging and pulling at any fabric until your chest was bare. You'd barely had time to gasp, everything a blur until his hands had trembled just above your naked breasts.

His palms were warm, the touch exploratory and gentle at first. Little squeezes, moving the soft flesh beneath his hand, thumbs brushing over your nipples.

When the first soft breath left your lips, something in his eyes changed. Zandik looked almost feral when he repeated the movement, rolling your nipples between his fingers until you were squirming beneath him and grasping at his robes.

"So fucking soft.." He squeezed hard, pain shooting through your nerves and making your back arch.

"C-careful.."

You weren't sure if he even heard you, continuing to bury his fingers into the pliant flesh hard enough that you found yourself wondering how badly you'd bruise.

Zandik leaned down, and your pulse picked up immediately, eyes fluttering in anticipation of a kiss. Instead, overwhelming heat washed through you as Zandik's lips closed around one sensitive peak, tongue messily lapping at everything he could reach.

The suction felt like too much paired with sharp teeth scratching at your skin. Zandik moaned against your skin, one hand still squeezing and tugging at your other breast.

Small thanks left his lips between little groans and nips at your flesh. You didn't even realise that his free hand had slipped beneath his clothes before he came, biting down hard on your breast while his hips jerked with enough force to rattle the bed.

Zandik looked utterly spent as he collapsed on top of you, tongue peeking out and continuing to lap at your skin. A quiet chuckle left him when you grunted in protest, unwilling to push him off entirely because of how unreasonably sweet he looked.

"Next time," he panted, "I want to see how they feel against my cock."

"Bastard! I'll-"

"Hush.." Zandik sank his teeth into the tender flesh, not enough to break skin, but dangerously close.

You snarled even as slick soaked into your underwear, cheeks burning up from humiliation and anger. There was no doubt that your scent was honeyed, a beacon meant to attract suitable mates for you to pick between. His own arousal was evident when he loomed over you, hard length pressing against your ass while he used his free hand to grope at the soft flesh.

"Don't you dare bite!" You cried out as his jaws tightened a fraction, frantically stomping your feet in an attempt to hit him. "I'll report you!"

The pressure eased as Zandik slowly pulled away, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. His hips ground forward against yours, grip tightening on your neck. "Report me? And how do you plan on doing that without telling everyone that you are a little liar? A sweet, fertile omega hiding behind illegal suppressants and a false beta designation... You're lucky I'm the one who found you, I like you, after all, and don't want you removed."

You tensed up. He was right. Not that you truly believed they'd ever punish the second harbinger for improper conduct against a superior in the first place... All you'd get out of it would be a one-way ticket to the breeding facility hidden deep beneath the palace.

Zandik cooed when you shivered, his grip on your nape relaxing a bit. "Ahh, there's my clever assistant.. Finally realized your place did you?"

That same eerie smile as when he got new subjects was plastered on his lips when you wrenched your head around to leer at him. Heat pooled in your stomach when he gave your ass a little tap before reaching beneath the waistband of your trousers.

His gloves were warm, the texture of the fabric sending sparks through your nerves. You writhed when he brushed over the damp spot between your thighs. Your hole fluttered around nothing, body betraying how badly it needed the relief even if you'd never take it from him.

"You.. smell divine.." Zandik groaned softly, his head dropping to the back of your shoulder, drool dripping onto your skin. His thumb slid beneath the fabric and you arched into the touch with a growl. He responded in kind, the deep rumble making your muscles go slack beneath him. "There we go.."

Everything froze around you the moment his thumb pushed into your twitching hole, just the tip, exploratory and far more gentle than your body could bear. A shrill scream tore from your lungs and Zandik chuckled, his tongue lapping at your tender gland while he continued to grind against your thighs.

Your vision had gone too blurry to focus on anything, white lights dancing before your eyes with every shallow thrust of his finger. He replaced his thumb with two digits, pushing them further in and curling them. You clawed at the examination table, anything to keep yourself from grinding back against him.

His teeth dug into your flesh once more, the pain shooting through your body at the same time as he buried his fingers as far as they could reach. The joint sensation made you jerk violently, pushing up and forcing his teeth into your neck.

Both of you groaned as blood spilled from the wound, pheromones flooding your senses and making you go limp beneath him. Zandik snarled and bit down harder, your pulse roaring in your ears as your heartbeat synchronized with his. Without releasing your neck, Zandik withdrew his fingers from your slick heat, the rustle of fabric loud over the static of machinery.

"Told you you were mine.."

The wound throbbed as though his teeth were still tearing through you, your mind unable to focus on anything except the need to be joined with him.

With both hands steadying your hips, Zandik pushed forward in one relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt with a feral cry. You squirmed weakly, the stretch burning in a way you'd never imagined. It felt like being torn apart, and you wanted nothing more than to crawl away. But your body didn't respond, the scent of his musk keeping you weighed down and pliant as he began moving.

Zandik panted softly, his nails digging into your hips. "Fuck-... So this is what I've been missing.. No wonder they keep your kind locked up and dangled as a reward.. You feel perfect.."

His cock dragged along your walls, the fat tip pushing impossibly deeper with each thrust forward, feeling like it was bullying itself into your womb. You could feel the base of his shaft swell already, horror at the prospect of being bred prickling at the back of your now sluggish mind. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? He could protect what was his. You'd be safe.

"Don't-.."

Pain radiated from the bite and Zandik leaned down to kiss it, his lips warm and tender despite the ruthless pace of his hips snapping forward. Your insides fluttered around him, drawing a shaky moan from your lips and Zandik purred with satisfaction that in turn made your toes curl.

"Oh don't be frightened sweet thing, I won't stop until you're full and satisfied.."

Tears prickled at your eyes when he nuzzled against your cheek some cruel mockery of comfort. You hated that it made your pulse slow down and slick drip down your thighs.

"And if you need more?" Zandik punctuated his words with another deep thrust, his knot pressing against your entrance, every movement forcing your tight heat open just a little further. "I'll be there to give it to you. Don't forget, you're mine to take care of, and I plan to keep you satisfied."

Just let her rest. 

It’s the most logical instruction, given your current condition, but the most difficult for him to obey. You laid there in the bed, your skin pale from blood loss with your torso bandaged tightly to keep your wounds closed. There was nothing he wanted more than to be wrapped so tightly around you to keep the rest of your blood inside you, to be the binding agent that kept you alive through your injuries, instead he was sitting at your bedside jealous of cloth scraps and the oversized shirt that was put on you since there was nothing else to keep you covered. Those things could touch you and he couldn’t, after a stern instruction from Sazed to keep his hands to himself and not disturb your rest. 

Just let her rest, Kelsier.

Everyone had been quite startled when he’d carried you in, both of you covered in your blood that he was sure you were quickly running out of by how pale you’d been. The same people who had told him he’d been worrying too much when you were two days late returning from the job you were on had been crowding around you both in their efforts to help him keep you alive. 

Two days is all it took for him to know that something was amiss. 

The job you were working had its intricacies, little odds and ends that you had to work delicately around as Obligators had been keeping a very close eye on the trading post you were watching. The exact details didn’t matter when you were two days late, however. 

One day he could, and did, excuse. Telling himself that it could’ve been that you were tired and needed a rest day before returning to Luthadel. The worst scenario was that you were concerned about being tracked and leading the Ministry directly to the crew so you delayed your trip back to avoid being followed. A longer delay is something you would’ve found a way to communicate to him. Even if you were upset with him, which there was no fathomable reason for considering you’d been away for almost three weeks, you would have told him somehow that you didn’t want to see him for some reason. 

They told him he was worrying too much, they saw the condition he’d carried you back in, and now they were telling him to let you rest. 

Dockson even dared suggest Kelsier leave you here to rest, distract himself from your condition and be more productive than he would be at your bedside. The suggestion had been immediately shut down, and instead he’s left with a clean shirt and pants, and a reminder to leave you be until you woke up and even then to leave you alone until you were better. 

So he sat dutifully at your bedside, his eyes not leaving your sleeping form. If your chest even hesitated in its next rise, he was looking closer to make sure you continued your next breath. 

After what he thinks has been six hours you shift, your arm extending out towards him. You’re still asleep, your hand soft in his and reminding him that you were still there with him. Perhaps not conscious but you weren’t dead either, and that was the hope he was clinging to. 

Your arm moving creates a space on the narrow bed, not nearly large enough for him but a space he invites himself into nonetheless. To be close to you after spending so long apart brings a relief to him as he wraps himself around you with his head on your shoulder. He can hear your heartbeat from here, and if he burns tin it thumps stronger in his ear which makes him feel that much better. As long as your heart was beating you were alive, and as long as you were alive he could keep going. 

“Tell Kell I’m—“

“I’m right here and you’re not dying today.” He’d snapped at you, wanting to hear nothing of your death because he wasn’t going to let it happen. 

Truthfully, he didn’t think he could lose anyone else and continue this fight he’d started. 

Mare’s death had ignited a new fire in him, to have lost the woman he loved so dearly in that way was not something he’d ever truly recover from. While it pushed him to keep going, to eventually escape the Pits of Hathsin, that fire could only burn for so long. You’d fanned those flames, your love igniting a new hope into Kelsier than he hadn’t realized was missing. If you left him here, those flames were sure to go out. Of course he’d continue the job — a deal was a deal, after all — but not with the same enthusiasm. Chances of success would definitely drop to zero rather than the optimistic fifteen percent he was holding onto. 

"I love you, and I will not lose you," he whispers, his eyes watching your sleeping profile for any indication that you were listening. But even if you weren't consciously listening, he was sure that if he spoke to you even just a little bit it would encourage you to wake up faster. "I will turn Luthadel upside down to find whoever did this to you if that's what you'd like, but I need you to wake up for me first."

His hand resting on your stomach slips into where your shirt was unbuttoned, seeking out any bit of your skin that he could get his fingers on. There’s a gap in the bandaging that lets his fingers graze the skin of your side, and he feels guilty about the way his cock stirs in his pants at the whine you let out as his fingers press into the skin. He didn’t want to disturb or cause you any discomfort, the pain you were in was likely enough of a feeling despite your lack of consciousness.  

This is why they told you to leave her alone, Kelsier. 

He never was good at listening to directions he disagreed with, though. 

His fingers keep exploring, poking and prodding and pulling soft noises from between those pretty lips he fantasized about when he had to be apart from you. They weren’t in the best of shape, cracked in some places and split in another, he’d have to put some balm on them so you wouldn’t fret as much over it once you were awake. 

It’s not until his own groan tumbles from his lips that he realizes he’d be grinding against your leg, his cock now straining against his pants in desperate need to feel you. It had been three weeks and two days – three weeks and two days too long without getting to see or feel you in the way that he craved so desperately. He missed his girl too much, and he wasn’t letting you out of his sight for that long again.

Your hand is within reach, and he can't help himself — as if he ever had a shred of self control where you were concerned — and he's freeing his aching length from his trousers so it can feel you rather than the layers of clothing acting as a barrier. This hand was bandaged, but your fingers remained exposed and feel heavenly against the sensitive head as he guides your hand along his length. Had you been conscious you'd be teasing him more; circling your thumb around his slit and teasing him for already being such a leaky mess, giving him random squeezes and twists while making him hold your eye contact with a warning that if he looked away you'd leave him to fend for himself.

"Be good for me, Kell," you'd say, just before pressing a kiss to whatever part of him was in reach; be it his cheek shoulder, thigh, or cock itself. Always encouraging him to cooperate in retaliation for his own teasings for you to do the same when you were dependent on him for your pleasure. You always loved telling him to be good despite the way you'd scowl at him for giving you the same directive, and he knows that he couldn't ever hide the way he adored you in those moments despite the sweet torture you put him through.

"I just want you to wake up," he whispers into your shoulder, letting his eyes fall closed as your fingers curl around his cock at his coaxing. It might be the closest to desperate he'd ever been since meeting you, and he knows it would be dangerous if anyone knew just how much power you held over him, but none of that mattered while you were like this. "Please, sweet girl, wake up for me."

This time it's your legs that shift, your thighs parting beneath the blanket that covered you from the waist down. Of all the spare clothes, nobody had brought pants to replace the tattered ones so the best they could do to keep you warm was one of his shirts and keeping your legs covered with a blanket that was too thin by Kelsier's standards but would have to do for now

His hand slips under the blanket easily, finding first the waistband of the underwear you wore then traveling further down. His middle finger finds your clit quickly, carefully stroking your sensitive bundle through the thin fabric keeping you covered, then stroking downwards to where your entrance was. A just barely damp spot can be felt, and he feels a sick sense of elation at the fact that you were thinking of him as he was using you. You had to be, you'd said yourself that he was the only man you'd wanted to have sex with, and the others who had touched you previously were all in the ground repenting for their sins against you.

A sound leaves your lips as he continues to rub your slit through your underwear, and he watches your face for any signs of additional discomfort as he pushes the cotton to the side and runs a finger through your slick folds. That same finger circles your clit, only to pause briefly when another little sound leaves you — this time sounding like his name.

"You're waking up, aren't you?" Kelsier asks, continuing his ministrations on your clit with a small smile. "I'll take such good care of you like always, you just have to wake up for me."

You let out another little sound, sounding so much like his name that he freezes for a moment. He burns tin again, focusing first on the sounds outside this little room that was yours for the time being to make sure nobody was coming to check on you, then back to you once he was confident he'd continue to be left alone with you. He had to hear it again, needed to know that you were alert enough to know it was him touching you like this and begging for you to come back to consciousness with him.

You do it again, he's confident it's his name that you're pushing out into the air for him to pick up and hang onto, and that's all the encouragement he needs.

Your face twists in discomfort when he pushes his two fingers between your slick folds, giving him yet another reminder of how long you'd been apart. Your body missed him as much as he was sure your heart and mind did, and he feels bad for not pushing harder to go with you. None of this would be happening if he had been there — not only would he have kept you perfectly stretched and ready for him but he damn sure wouldn't have let anyone lay a finger on you. He'd still be fingering you now, but you'd be a significantly more active participant in the event — pouting up at him for teasing you so much and begging for him to just fuck you already. But he continues, as he always did, thrusting and wiggling and scissoring his fingers in all the ways he knew drove you crazy until he felt the familiar pushing around his fingers that told him you were close to your orgasm.

"My beautiful girl," Kelsier whispers, kissing the hollow of your throat as he withdraws his fingers. Bringing his fingers to his lips to taste your essence that coated them as he moves from his spot beside you to settle between your legs.

His cock aches as he lines it up with your prepped entrance, one of his hands holding your thigh against his hip and holding it tightly as he pushes in. You're still so tight, sucking him in inch by agonizing inch as he sinks into you slowly. He couldn't hurt you with his desires, he'd never forgive himself if he did.

His forehead drops against your chest as he's fully sheathed, his tin burning once more to overload his senses with you. You smell like him thanks to his proximity and his clothes, and he hopes that brings you comfort despite the way his scent masks the scent of your sweat. Your heart beats solidly, a steady drumming in his ears that his hips subconsciously start to move to with every drag of his more sensitive cock through your walls felt warmer and push him that much closer to cumming. He counters that with pewter, needing the additional support to get him through not spilling inside before you could have your own orgasm.

You let out a whine, your hand extending towards him and he's all too happy to catch it and place little kisses to each of your little fingertips before pressing it into the pillow beside your head as he leaned down to get as physically close to you as possible. His slow strokes turn into a grind to avoid making too much additional noise, his chest pressed to yours and his mouth trailing along your neck leaving kisses and licks along your skin until he's eventually at your lips. He can coax them open further with his own, tongue licking over the cracks and the split before pushing into your mouth. More sounds come out of your mouth as he moves; your every breath, whine, and moan muffled by his mouth and consumed by his greed. After three weeks apart he was going to savor every minute interaction he had with you until eventually you had to be separated from him again for your individual roles in the grand scheme that was aiding the skaa rebellion in overthrowing Luthadel.

…and all the other things you both would end up tangled up in.

You whine again, the sound swallowed by his own groan. If you were any healthier he'd have your legs pushed back against your chest, allowing him to push even deeper inside you. You always gave him such beautiful noises when he could get you in that position, but that would have to wait until you were healthier and you'd both have to hold firm to that or else risk the wrath of everyone who worked hard to save you.

And to think you thought that you had much more to prove to be truly accepted by this crew. It was the sole reason you told him you didn't want him around while you had been on this last job.

"I still have so much to prove," you'd said, ironically as you were laying in bed with him the day before you left.

"I'm you've proved plenty in the last decade or so."

"Sure, but I wasn't in your crew like this." It had the first time in a while he'd seen you look nervous to tell him something, and he remembered his own pit of uncertainty open up as his fingers trailed along your arm. He didn't like it when you were nervous. "I need to prove that I'm capable of being more than just your bed warmer."

He'd made a mental note then to dig more into what that had meant when you'd returned, and now he lays on you performing the exact action you wanted to prove to everyone you did more than for him — and he'd be proud to confess that it was all him. Of course he would still poke and prod until you told him more about these concerns of yours and ensuring that nobody had said something to make you feel that way, but this moment is more for feeling each other after so long apart than poking at you for potential upsetting information

He feels immense guilt that he didn't push then, that he didn't at least go check on you during your travels back, if he had then you would be in this position. He could have you folded in half right now and enjoying your flustered features, but instead you're both forced to go slow. There's still plenty to enjoy — he does adore the little sounds that squeak through your lips and clipped utterances of his name between them — and he intends to enjoy every second.

You're warm and so tight,so much that even with pewter his core tightens with every slow grind into your center. But he needs you to give him more before he can let himself go. So his hand pushes between where you're connected to him most intimately, seeking out your clit and pulling a smile to his face at the way your walls tighten around him and lip quirks against his at the additional stimulation. His head drops beside yours biting into the pillow that supported you rather than into the soft tissue of your neck to avoid causing you any further bruising for everyone to have to worry over as they aided in your recovery. It smells like you but doesn't taste nearly as good, but that issues can be rectified when you were healthy. He'd be able to bite and fold you however he wanted once you could take it again.

His fingers move faster, his ears tuned to the frequency of your breaths as your walls clench around him. He'd expected them to get a bit faster, but you kept a steady breath as your body encourages him to finally cum inside you after three weeks and two (three, now) days apart. He probably shouldn't have finished inside you, but you could hit him for it later. Now he needed to clean you both up to the best of his ability before one of the apprentices appeared to check on you and found you both in this position. Nobody on the crew had ever attacked him before, but he's sure they would if they heard that he couldn't wait until you'd recovered to have sex with you. Things to stay between him and his lover who was now sleeping soundly once more.

"Rest well, my dear," he whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheek before he settles against your side again. "I should let you rest, but not for too much longer now. I'm getting bored."

He too was feeling the fatigue from the last twelve or so hours; having searched Luthadel for you, carrying you back, then sitting at your bedside for so long was all starting to catch up to him. He could find comfort enough now by your side that he wasn't as anxious, and he lets his eyes close with his head resting on your shoulder. Anyone who came in would be wise not to wake him or you unless it was a true emergency.

It took another four hours before you were coherent again, and he's all too happy to report the time to you after confirming that he wasn't dreaming and you were idly petting his head with a small smile. Your question of the time receives and answer followed by his own question of how you were feeling. You were in some pain, but knew it could've been significantly worse and want to try moving around as soon as possible. And he wants to challenge you, tell you that you needed to rest more, but he knows that there's no telling you what to do when you're set on something.

"Is there any bread?" you ask, just before he hears your stomach growl. It's a reminder of your two day absence, and how you likely hadn't had a real meal since leaving to return to Luthadel. And he was going to rectify that.

It was just unfortunate that it took him a couple hours to do it.

"I procured some more bread for you, my dear," he announces, shutting the bedroom door behind him with a smile. You still looked so small in the bed, but the color had returned to your face and you were able to sit up without help, so he was taking the victories where he could. The exhaustion still lingering in your eyes would pass with continued bed rest, and he was happy to ensure that you stayed in bed for as long as it took. On the nightstand sits a plate, so he feels much better knowing that a meal was brought to you quickly after he'd announced that you were awake while rummaging through supplies for the bread you wanted so badly. Then there was no bread, so he had to go get some — but that was never an issue. Not where you were involved.

"You spoil me, Kell," you murmur, scooting over to allow him the space to sit beside you and tucking yourself into his side once he'd settled on the mattress. He feels significantly better with your warmth at his side, and that was a feeling that couldn't be understated. "You don't have to go through the trouble though. The food we have here is fine."

"We didn't have the bread you wanted, so I did have to."

"Just because I want something doesn't mean you have to drop everything to go get it."

"After what happened to you, I did." He can't bring himself to look at you, instead putting some of the bread into your mouth to keep you from speaking. Instead you hum around your mouthful of bread, wrapping your arms around his arm and pushing your hand into his to be held. It's the proximity he craves, the reassurance that you were alive and not leaving his side any time soon. And he'll happily sit beside you, feeding you despite your hands and arms being in good enough condition to feed yourself, until you decided you didn't want him there anymore.

"Let me know when you're ready for a bath."

"Soon would be preferable. I don't think these underwear were the cleanest." It's meant to be an innocent comment, but instead it stirs a realization in Kelsier's conscious — accompanied with a new guilt. "They feel dirty."

You should know why they weren't fresh; you had been awake when he'd made love to you, hadn't you? Was he no better than the filth who came before him, taking advantage of you when you were at your weakest for his own pleasure? How did he even begin explaining to you how he thought you were awake and consenting? He was insane in the opinions of some, and you were potentially to join the ranks of those who thought he'd lost his mind in the Pits.

He waits until you're in the bath, taking a seat on the floor beside the tub and watching as you soak in the collection of soaps provided by Dockson and Sazed — some medicinal and others for the sake of ensuring you smelled nice after laying in a bed for almost three days. His hands carefully rub a cloth along your neck and shoulders, scrubbing behind your ears and feeling his stomach tighten as you let out a relived sigh. His touch brought you comfort, and he took advantage of that while you were evidently unconscious.

"What's wrong, Kell?"

"Hm?"

"You've been quiet, and you look constipated, which means you're upset."

"I do not look—"

"Doesn't matter. Tell me what's wrong."

You're smiling, for how much longer he wouldn't know because your reaction to this information couldn't possibly be good. But he's been caught, and he knows better than to hide when he's already been caught.

"I believe I've betrayed your trust, and that doesn't sit well with me."

"What happened while I was gone?"

"It was after I brought you back," he corrects, watching as you lay your head on the edge of the tub and carefully pushing your hair back. You don't recoil from his touch, you even let his hand linger on your cheek, and these are feelings he will imprint on his brain to ensure he could never forget should you choose to tell him you never wanted him to touch you again. "I thought you were starting to wake up, and now I know that you weren't and that I actually violated you. And there are no words that can truly encompass how disgusted with myself I am."

You stay quiet, and Kelsier knows by the way you look away from him that you were thinking very hard about what he'd confessed to without explicitly saying what he'd done. His hand withdraws, only to be caught by your wet ones and held firmly to ensure that he couldn't leave you alone in this bathroom to hide away in his shame.

"I thought that was a dream," you murmur, bringing his fingers to your lips so you can place gentle kisses he doesn't deserve to each fingertip. "But I'm not upset."

"I feel like you should be."

"If it were anyone else, maybe. But you…" you trail off, a little chuckle escaping your lips as you shake your head. "I trust you with my life, that includes my body, soul, and heart. And maybe I should be upset, maybe I should tell you to never touch me again, but I couldn't do that. I love you too much."

"That's no reason to excuse what I did."

"I actually find it to be endearing, knowing you were that desperate to be close to me."

"I treated myself to you like I was no better than some nobleman, and you find that to be endearing?"

He's not sure that he wants the answer to that question, but the way you look at him as you press his palm to your soap slick chest — directly over your heartbeat — tells him the answer. And he can't pull himself away from your hold, instead letting your eyes pull him in closer to you until he's resting his head beside yours on the edge of the bathtub.

"You treat me better than some nobleman ever would. In fact, I think you've killed three on my behalf?" The answer was actually four, but now wasn't the time for him to be correcting your count. "I love you, and I'm glad that I could provide you with some comfort even if I wasn't conscious. I give you full permission to do it again, whenever you might need."

He'd never turn down a gift, especially not from you, but this felt too generous. Was he now dreaming? Was this a twisted figment of his own imagination that resulted in a more than accepting partner who was going to let him use her for his pleasure?

"Wasn't it good?" you press, your hands guiding his down your body while paying no care to the edge of his rolled up sleeve getting wet the further it went.

"It was wonderful."

"And I wasn't hurt further, and I like the idea of it, so what's the problem?"