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PAIRINGS…. k. bakugo, e. kirishima, d. kaminari, h. sero

again... these are all based on shit I found on pinterest so if they didn't make you giggle i'm sorry LMAOO. also know that i will still not be locked in with posts... i'm purely just a leaf in the wind + bloom be proud i did this for u mwah

k. bakugo

e. kirishima

h. sero

d. kaminari

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Save The Last Dance For Me.

NOW PLAYING: Michael Bublé — Save The Last Dance For Me

SYNOPSIS: It’s your last night as an engaged couple. So, obviously, he takes you out on the town to celebrate.

Established Relationship || AgedUp!Sero X Fem!Reader || SongFic Fluff

A/N: Dudes i spent too long making that header graphic. also this was a shit idea i got this morning so now you get this. listening to a sero playlist, this song showed up, IMMEDIATELY got a fic idea. have fun reading this crap lmao. uuuhhh as for ages, both of you are 24-26. Sorry for it being Fem!Reader. I will absolutely try to make something GN! in the future i promise 😭 he’s probably gonna be ooc ugh

“Now you can dance every dance with the guy Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight And you can smile every smile for the man Who held your hand beneath the pale moonlight”

“You ready?” He asks, grinning at you. All his. You had been for the past few years — seven years together, three spent engaged. But tomorrow was the day the knot was officially tied, and you were properly married. You nod excitedly, stepping out of the car after he opened the door for you.

What better way to celebrate than a night out?

“But don't forget who's takin' you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”

He laughed from the bar, watching you. You were having fun. That was all that mattered. He knew you were his and his alone; your loyalty had been tested so many times when he went off with his hero work. You hadn’t cheated. Not once, not ever. So, he didn’t care what you did.

Sero watched you with a smile, feeling his chest ache with sheer love. It was hard to think you’d be his wife in the morning- But that was just the truth. And he was thankful for that.

“Oh, I know that the music's fine Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun Laugh and sing, but while we're apart Don’t give your heart to anyone”

You were dancing. It was fun. Sero didn’t care what you did. You loved that about him. He was so confident in just letting you do what you wanted. Which, he was right to be confident in it- You were his. You knew it, and you loved him.

You could feel his eyes on you. You liked that fact. Your freedom was something that made him feel good. Seeing him all smiley the way he always got… It was nice.

“And don't forget who's takin' you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”

He remembered your first date. It was back in U.A.’s halls; you’d been dumped, and he’d comforted you. He just sat there and rubbed your back in small circles, letting you cry and rant about your ex. Sure, it wasn’t a “date”, but it was what got his number in your phone. Originally, it was so you could call him when you needed comfort.

It was hard to think that the sad girl he’d found in the hallway was becoming his future.

“Baby, don't you know I love you so Can't you feel it when we touch I will never, never let you go I love you oh, so much”

You remembered the official first date. He’d taken a walk around campus with you, then took you to a boba place. You nearly started snickering. It felt like so much back then. Compared to the current lifestyle you two shared, that first date was so simple.

“You can dance, go and carry on 'Til the night is gone And it's time to go If he asks if you're all alone Can he walk you home, you must tell him no”

You flopped into the chair next to your soon-to-be, grinning at him tiredly. “Do you wanna dance, pretty?” Hanta cooed, holding out a hand for you to take. You did. You smiled as he pulled you up and out onto the floor.

“'Cause don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be Save the last dance for me”

You could smell his cologne as he spun you once, twice around. It was nice. “You’re so pretty, y’know that?” He asked you softly, his raven hair brushing around with the movement of your twirls. You looked away with a tiny smile, barely pulling back to offer a small nod before moving close again. He just laughed.

“Oh, I know that the music's fine Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun Laugh and sing, but while we're apart Don't give your heart to anyone”

Your laughter rang through the night as he pulled you back to the outside, your fingers locked with his as you ran. What for, he hadn’t said. He just tugged you along, grinning and giggling like a kid.

“And don't forget who's taking you home And in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”

He pulled you along the sidewalk, over to an old building. It looked abandoned and worn with time, but Sero continued to guide you through it, heading for the staircase. You looked at him quizzically. “Just trust me,” he smiled, his eyes brighter than you’d ever seen them. He was excited for whatever his surprise was.

“So don't forget who's taking you home Or in whose arms you're gonna be So darling, save the last dance for me”

Each step was taken two at a time; for you it was out of curiosity, for him it was from delight.

When you finally got to the abandoned rooftop, he’d set up something small — not much, but it was still beautiful. There was a radio, which was playing love songs, with a picnic basket set aside for later.

“Oh baby, won't you save the last dance for me Ooh, you make a promise That you'll save the last dance for me Save the last dance The very last dance For me”

Abruptly, he pulled you close, dipping you low to the ground. You gasped, not ready, but managed to keep yourself from falling. He just smiled down at you.

“Tell me, wifey. Did you save the last dance for me?”

bloom girlie, idk if someone has said this yet but i think hanta would low-key be obsessed with ben 10 from the 2010s (alien force?!) and call you spider monkey🤭

hi star!!! i totally agree this is CANON.

i feel like hanta would fit in perfectly with being a teen between 1990-2010’s [ i could totally imagine him with the whole baggy jeans, beanie, graphic tee, skater set up ] like he would liked tmnt, ben10, teen titans, power rangers and he’s suchh a scooby doo kid [ the original.. but honestly i think he would like teen titans go too ] he would LOVE regular show and adventure time. hanta would probably also be big on graphic novels too : batman, spiderman, x-men, basically anything hero related.

he’d make dumb references like calling you “spider monkey” or asking you to be his “MJ” and insisting on doing “spiderman kiss” sigh i love this dork

dogpile

OMGGG Clairo, the men I trust, pinkpanteress and KALI UCHIS MENTIONEDDD

YESSS YK HOW I GET DOWNNN 😛 does the one and only willow have any song artist suggestions

The themeeeee 😩 it’s so adorable!! I love it so freaking much!!

THANK YEWWW 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

☆ U.A. teacher Deku x pro-hero Dynamight!

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Clip Studio Paint | August 2, 2024

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They look so cute here I want to put them in my pocket ☹️

l've been thinking it'll be so cute if he visits him in the middle of classes bc his schedule is really busy as a hero, so he just goes to see Deku at any chance he gets 😊 maybe they have lunch together and Bakugou tells him about his missions and Deku gives his insight and also tells him about the interesting quirks of his students...

Bakugou trying to act normal and not spoil the big surprise he's been preparing for Deku with the rest of their friends... 🥲 and being so excited to tell him, but he doesn't want to spoil it...

⋆˚࿔ love languages

the main forms of love languages the mha boys show toward you and how!

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero, & shinsou (in that order)

contains: f!reader strongly implied, feminine compliments used, established relationship, baby, girlfriend, my girl used, fluff fluff fluff, denkis is a little suggestive

authors note: this is like my head canons but in drabble format hehe! sorry shinsou's is short i'm still trying to figure out his charater ;(

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima - shows his love by overwhelming you with care

acts of service

eijiro's main love language is absolutely 100% doing acts of service for you all the time.

he’s holding the door open for you one second and running to pull out your seat the next, grinning like a dork.

he doesn’t want you to lift a single finger doing something that he can do for you.

it’s the small things: picking up the mail, buying your favorite snacks, giving you neck messages, taking out the trash, carrying you from one room to another when you don’t wanna get up.

he thinks you’re the best therefore you deserve the best.

he feels like SUCH a man when he can fix something for you.

words of affirmation

eiji also really loves to receive words of affirmation

even after fighting in a war, eijiro still feels himself having a low esteem.

though your encouraging words mean so much to him. you make him feel like he’s a capable hero. you spend hours in bed tangled up together. you hold him as you tell him how amazing he is. how he’s a strong hero, a great person, the perfect partner.

he’d get overwhelmed and cries as you shower him with love. just knowing that you think so highly of him makes him feel worthy. you definitely healed the little middle school kirishima in his heart.

eijiro might as well be a package deal because he is also amazing at giving words of affirmation. the most supportive boyfriend you could ever find.

goes in the mall dressing room with you to see you try on new outfits, he's paying (ofc). “i love that color on you baby.”

don’t even get me started with him dressing you.. flushing your shoulders with kissing as he fixes the strap of your top, every touch making you feel euphoric.

kneeling down to put your shoes on, kissing along your leg as he does. “so beautiful.” he praises the ground you walk on.

when eijiro notices that you’re doing good with work he makes sure to let you know! two big thumbs on the side of his face “doing amazing, beautiful!” and makes kissy faces towards you.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari - shows his love by never letting you go (literally)

physical touch

you and denki are constantly found with your hands, legs, (or both) tangled together.

chilling with bakusqaud? feet are kicking each other from across the couch. studying a case file? nope, denki can’t focus until his head is in your lap. completely drunk and dancing at a party? denki’s pressed up against you with his hand ghosting over your ass, letting everyone know you didn’t come here alone.

there’s not a single second of the day when his hands don’t snake their way onto your waist or lower hip, doesn’t matter if you're at home, work, or anywhere else.

because of his touchy tendencies, you two are always showing pda and he loves it.

denki SWEARS he’s trying his best to be respectful in public, but he can’t help but get addicted to the look on other guys faces when they see you leaning up to kiss him. hes so so proud that you choose to be with him.

but don’t be fooled by the lust! denki can be romantic too; though he's forever a dork.

he likes poking at ur sides when he’s teasing you. he kisses your face over and over again when you’re annoyed (until you smile a little).

gift giving

poor denki could be dirt broke, but when you come out of the dressing room wearing a top that perfectly hugs your figure his mouth drops, and his money goes poof.

“it’s so good, let’s get it yeah?” (hes gonna cry to his empty wallet when he gets home)

this prompts a lot of shopping dates which leads to a LOT of matching accessories. matching hats, hoodies, jewelry.

he has a ring with your initial on it he never takes off.

+ plus

denki has u as his lock screen and gives you (his phone) a kiss every morning he can’t sleep by your side.

would tweet: “just fell down to my knees in a walmart parking lot cus my girlfriend hasn’t texted back it been 30 mintues what do i do 💔”

has you and him as his profile picture on instagram and has a highlight of you titled: “my wife (BACK OFF)”

⋆˚࿔ h.sero - shows his love by showing you off

physical touch

he grew up with parents who never left the honeymoon phase, so he knows what it’s like to feel so much love and he knows how to show it. (he also grew up with two younger sisters and an older sister and they made sure he knew the standard!)

so hanta is a romantic confirmed!!

he’ll buy you a big bouquet of flowers. buys you gifts, even for small anniversaries/celebrations. slow dances with you in your living room. prepares a warm bath for you when you're stressed.

and although he’s more mature than denki, hanta still pretty immature. so, he’ll jump at you any opportunity to get his hands on you.

hanta loves when you two are hanging out with friends, sitting on bakugos couch, and he has the chance to wrap his arm around the top of the couch. he possessively hovers his hand over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him whenever someone looks your way.

hanta is taller than you and always uses this to his advantage. squeezing your face when you look up at him. leaning down to give you kisses. holding your side to guide you through crowds.

occasionally, you’ll let him pick you up from your armpits like a cat and dangle you. you don’t know why he likes this; he just does.

words of affirmation

now one of hanta's best qualities is definitely his confidence and the way he talks to you confirms that.

he reassures you without even meaning to. hanta can tell when your down and easily finds the perfect comment that makes your cheeks flush pink and your dopamine levels boost. “look at that,” he practically purrs when you finish an assignment “done already cariño? making me look bad.” he laughs, not caring who hears him.

(quick mention that he also loves to make you laugh; he prides himself in it actually)

showing you off, showing you off, showing you off. everyone knows who the pro-hero cellophane is dating, it's hard not to.

“yeah that’s my girl.” he says it stern, with a smirk on his face. it drives you INSANE.

⋆˚࿔ shinsou - shows his love by keeping you around

quailty time

it took a while for hitoshi to open up but when he did it was overwhelming for him. he thought wouldn’t be able to express his love for you. he soon realized just being in your presence was enough.

you love spending quality time with hitoshi. it doesn’t matter what you're doing, he wants to be there. doing chores together, planning your monthly schedules together, talking walks together.

hitoshi loves to hear you talk and learn more about you but he just loves to hear you laugh.

he likes teasing you like there’s no tomorrow with stupid jokes and stupider insults just to see you laugh over and over again.

physical touch

but once hitoshi gets comfortable, once he gets confident: he also gets cocky and handsy.

comes up to you and whispers in your ear, “come on, can you do it for me, baby?”

favorite cuddle positions is spooning and honestly doesn’t mind whose big or little spoon.

he holds you by the waist as he looks up with you with those eyes.

hitoshi is a jealous guy. he knows you’re fun to be around, he knows you have friends, and he knows it’s wrong to think this, but he hates not being with you.

but he also knows that when you get home, you’ll lay in his arms again and it’ll be alright so he’s patient until he can hold you again.

holding you from behind when you’re leaving to go out with coworkers. he’s kissing your cheek, “‘m gonna miss you. be safe,” gripping onto you like there’s no tomorrow.

once hitoshi learns to love you he never lets you go.

+ plus

he found that he likes to share his clothes with you and finds it funny that you practically drown in his hoodies.

when you give his hoodie back, he puts it on and smiles as the smell of your perfume fills merges into his skin.

hii bloom ily n u r so awesome.. I KNOW i was just in ur requests but im literally obsessed w u n ur work sooo bad, no rush on completing this!! just if you're wanting then could you do PERHAPS do boyfriend kiri content it can be smau drabble headcanon ANNND it can be sfw nsfw whatever!! but if u don't mind could u mayb do a kiri x f!reader moments where they are studying and the reader is really overwhelmed so kiri tries to cheer them up by going down on them 🙈🙈🙈

⋆˚࿔ where fire burns and molten melts

contains: nsfw content!! minors dni. f!reader, eating out, established relationship, fluffiest smut you’ll ever read.

authors note: so is this too intimate orrrrr

word count: 2.8k

you tapped your pen against the paper, glancing over to check the document on your laptop. your eyes darted back and forth between the two materials as you copied the text onto the paper. you were studying a case file of a villian you and hawks had captured a couple weeks back. police outlets recently revealed that the villain might be connected to a new murder case. 

hawks can never do his paperwork in time. so of course the newbie pro-hero has to do all his dirty work. your head spun and your eyes burned. the sun had already made its full route, and you were still working on the case. it had been hours at this point. 

you let out a quiet sigh as you sit back against the arm of your couch, rubbing your sore eyes. when your hands leave your face your gaze didn’t immediately go back to the screen sitting on your lap. 

they looked up.

there, eijiro is humming softly across from you. he using one hand to flip through a book— you know he’s probably reading something about dragons since fantasy is his favorite genre. his other hand is occupied with petting your legs; one draped across his toned thighs and the other bent up against his chest.

eijiro joined you on the couch two hours ago after a long, warm shower. his chirpy face and clarifying voice immediately saturated you and you told yourself you’d finish the file tonight. 

your boyfriend's hand were usually warm as he ghosted over your knee and thigh before settling back on your legs. he occasionally let out a small gasp or mumbled to himself about the story in his book, the noise blending in nicely to the background sound of the outside wind.

your apartment creaks under the wind's blow, catching eijiro’s attention. he looks up and his eyes widen slightly when his pupils find yours, a smile carving itself onto his face. “are you done baby?” he ask. the speed of his rubbing slightly increases and you feel like his fingertips could burn into your skin, as if to mark their territory.

you blink, eyes drifting back to your laptop. “not yet.“ you exhale, pushing your hair back. “it should just be a couple more hours.” you attempt to reassure, more so yourself than him.

“but—“ eijiro’s rubbing stops, his palm laying flat on your leg. the warmth from his hand merges into you, “you won’t get any work done when you like this.” he says, pouting.

you squint your eyes. something about his tone is off. his eyes are nothing short of pleading. maybe he’s tired? “you can go to bed. i’ll be right behind you.” you wouldn’t be surprised if he was. it was late and you both had had a long day.

“no, i want to be with you.” eijiro says, his tone surprisingly firm before it faints back to its familiarly sweet origin. the rubbing picks up before his voice, “i just think that you should take a break.”

“break—?” you nearly stutter. a break wouldn’t help now. not when you're already so focused. not when you were so close to being done.

as if he could read the doubts all over your face eijiro swiftly intervenes, “you deserve it.” he says, wrapping you into the comforting embrace of his voice. just that alone made you feel way less tense. he placed his book to the side and kissed your knee then laid his cheek against it.  

his eyes raked down your image—- taking in every detail, and you felt a pool of heat collect in your lower stomach. the kiss was so gentle, his words were so soft. it was impossible to resist him. 

you closed your laptop and carefully placed it onto the coffee table. “okay, a short break.” you said, emphasis on the short. 

eijiro cheers. he shifts, swapping his cheek out for his hand. he protectively gripped your knee as he positioned himself above you with his other hand holding onto the couch’s arm behind you. his head blocked the light from the kitchen, capturing his figure in outline of yellow glow. his grin shines as he dips his head towards you, eyes questioning.

you wordlessly nod, melting as his lips meet yours. his hands dance down and along your inner thigh but remain a safe distance from your growing problem. but it doesn’t matter because your lips fit eijiro like the perfect piece of a puzzle. 

you make use of your hands and settle them on the nape of his neck, resting along his black roots. and just like that all your worries wash away. all you can focus on now is how he’s gently nipping on your bottom lip, licking over it again and again.  

your tongue comes out of hiding and slithers into your boyfriend's mouth. eijiro groans, grip on you just barely tightening. he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. you breathe slowly, eijiro does the same, and you wonder how you both got carried away so quickly. 

“i love how dedicated you are to your hero work,” eijiro’s eyes are locked onto yours and his voice strained. 

you bite your lip, eijiro’s low rumbling voice traveling to cunt. you wonder if that should make you feel ashamed (it doesn’t). 

“but sometimes i miss having you to myself.” he whines, sounding utterly desperate. you suck in a breath and press your thigh together.

“oh baby,” you bring a hand up to cup his cheek. eijiro’s eyes falter into a dreamlike state, “you'll always have me,” you lean in to kiss the tip of his nose. “i’ll always be yours.” you repeat. 

your boyfriend’s face is almost fully covered with blotches of pink. he groans again, a lighter one this time, and hides himself behind your shoulder, his mouth brushing against the tip of your ear. “let me help you relax.” his pleadingly whispers.

the words send an electrical shock through your body. you instinctively place a hand on his chest but don’t push back, “relax..?” you inquire cautiously. you know exactly what’s going through your mind, what you want. but you weren’t so sure your sweet, innocent, muscular, boyfriend was thinking. 

you are just now realizing how he’s towering over you. his bicep is flexed as his grip behind you stands strong. prominent vines run up and down his arm. his eyes are blurred with something. something that tells you his thoughts are leaning down a similar road as yours.

he looks down and hooks his hand under your propped up knee. his thumbs drag along your skin. “relax.” he repeats. 

now you know exactly what he means. your boyfriend lives off of treating you like royalty. no matter what he always puts you and your pleasure first. and the way he buries himself between your thighs and feasting like it’s last meal makes you think he’s enjoying it more than you are.

the blood rushes to your head as your mind gets flooded with thoughts of seeing him like that; seeing him be so attentive, so submissive. and all of it just being for you. you could really use that about now.

before you can open your mouth to reply, eijiro gravitates his hand to hover over your clothed core. and though he doesn’t touch you directly, your breath still hitches. 

“like this.” eijiro confirms— though you were sure he knew that you knew what he meant —his warm breath tickling your skin. 

“eiji—“ you want to reason with yourself, to have an excuse. but fuck your boyfriend’s fingers, your boyfriend’s tongue, is way better than the lazy ‘thanks’ you would receive from hawks for completing the case file on time.

“can i?” he kisses the spot between your jawline and neck. your next breath in is mixed with a moan and you decide that this torture as gone on long enough.

“yeah, yeah go ahead. please.” you attempt to hide the undertone of neediness in your voice.

eijiro reels in your acceptance. he buckles down to his knees, big hands resting on the outer side of both your thighs. he doesn’t waste time prying your legs open and placing a kiss on top of your clit. the gesture seeps beneath the layers of clothing leaving a buzzing feeling swirling in your warmth. your chest arches up slightly as you take a deep breath. 

“sorry,” eijiro retreated, leaning his head on your thigh. “i won’t get ahead of myself.” he murmurs and your heart soars. he always takes his time with you— treating you like his prized possession. eijiro goes on to intricately kiss along your inner thighs and occasionally decorate them with pretty tooth marked petals. you hands floated to hold onto his hair, messaging it sweetly. every mark he left felt like a touch to the sun and your skin flourished in the burn. 

you groaned impatiently, “babe, please.” you brought up your other hand and caressed his cheeks. his gaze was filled with an aching kind of love, one that spoke of quiet promises and unshaken devotion. it sometimes still makes you nervous. “i want you now.” you breathed out.

eijiro urgently nodded and repositioned the two of you so he could easily peel off your shorts. he did so carefully. once the shorts slipped off your legs he folded them in half and put them on the coffee table behind him. 

he returned his face back to you to find you wiggle your hips, silently begging for some type of friction. eijiro licks his lips, soaking in the sight of you being so vulnerable underneath him. “having all of your attention,” eijiro sounds out of breath as he gradually takes your underwear off. “it’s all i want.” he lets out a strangled groan when your glistening slick is revealed. 

eijiro is lost for a minute. your whine at his staring causes his focus to come back. 

he puts your underwear off to the side and resumes his teasing kisses. working around your throbbing walls, “this is all i want.” he speaks into your skin, his words causing every inch of your body to react. “you’re all i want.” 

you can’t understand why eijiro feels the need to say all of this now. you know. you know how much he loves you. you know how much you mean to him. he had proven time and time again that you’re his number one. 

but still, you find yourself struck by his words. “eiji.” you whine. you tugged the hand that was tangled in his blazing hair and eijiro immediately halts. “please.”

“sorry babygirl,” he says and finally hooks both of his hands under your knees. he keeps a steady grip and pushes your legs back, completely exposed to your soaked pussy, “didn’t mean to make us wait.” 

he gives an experimental kiss to your clit before fully committing. his fingertips press into your skin as he leans forward and latches onto your bud. you let out a filthy moan at the contact. eijiro, wanting to pawn more of the sound out of you, does it again. your hands run to free the strands of hair blocking his view— mostly so you can get a better look of his face while his spit mixed in with your juices.

the room is suddenly full of sounds of squelching and soft moaning, both coming from you. eijiro is ruthless. his jaw is slacked open, licking up as much of you as he can. 

when he circles his tongue around your clit, your legs, that are hanging behind his shoulders, pull him in closer. eijiro’s eyes don’t leave your face, it was clear that he wanted to see how you reacted to every single touch. you throw your head back into the corner of the couch, absolutely hypnotized by the feeling of his tongue traveling so passionately inside of you.

“eiji you—.” you find that your ability to speak is gone, your words coming out as a whimper. 

your boyfriend doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, fully immersed in you. your mouth— which you don’t remember leaving open —stings around the edges, feeling numb. eijiro slurps your wetness on his flat tongue. you shutter. 

and although your head is cloudy and you can barely focus, you know the boy thrives on praise and you feel the need to let him know how good he’s doing.  “you’re doing ah-amazing, baby.” you babble.

eijiro moans. you watch as his brows furrow and his hips buck against the couch below. the sight causes something in your stomach to coil. eijiro pulls away from your heat to trail kisses up your stomach. one of his hands moves from under your knee, dropping your leg on his shoulder and moving down to your folds. the contrast of his rough fingers to your soft skin was like a blade to silk. opposites, but somehow blending together perfectly.

and like he’s done dozens of times before, eijiro tips his finger into you, slowly. the movement never fails to drive you crazy. eijiro is careful— as always. you can see the focus flashing in his eyes as he inches his fingers deeper into you, engrossed in your glowing entrance. 

you blushed. you didn’t expect to take this this far, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

it doesn’t take long for you to adjust to the stretch and eijiro’s mouth is already off to licking your clit again as he adds another finger. your hips wiggle at the feeling of being full. your body tenses up for a moment and eijiro stops, but when you let out a satisfied sigh he continues. eijiro holds you steady as pumps his fingers in and out of your sex, deliciously stretching you open. at the same time his tongue, dripping in your taste and scent, laps over your folds.

eijiro rides your leg up higher and pulls away again. he leans into you,  “such a pretty girl.” he whispers against your thigh, still working his fingers inside you. “i love you,” he kisses your knee. “so so much. you know that?”

you nod your head aggressively, a half-cry, half-whimper leaving your lips. “i know.” you mumble. you feel lightheaded and your ears are starting to ring. your heart is racing but you don’t feel scared in eijiro’s presence, you feel blissful. “ah—i love you too.” 

eijiro takes the initiative to slip his fingers out, wanting you to finish on his tongue. you don’t waste time mourning on the absent feeling because eijiro is quick to fill you up again. 

he licks you up and down, his nose now becoming a part of the shiny mess. eijiro increases his speed and intensity as his nails print crescent moons in your flesh. 

the coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter as your boyfriend mewled into your folds. through shaky breaths your titled your head up, watching him devour you, practically making out with your pussy. the sight manages to send you over the edge, pleasure blooming inside of you. “baby, i— i’m gonna..” your voice gets caught in your throat and your mind goes blank, solely focused on the enticing sensation.

“uh huh i know. go right ahead, precious.” eijiro drunkenly slurs into your wetness. 

the muscles in your thighs stiffen as your legs jerk up. the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only sensation— the sharp pull of ecstasy, the dizzying warmth of release. a broken string of moans and short heavy breaths jolt out from your gut, your white blood drained knuckles contrasting with your boyfriend's vibrant red hair.

eijiro’s mouth doesn’t stop until a couple of seconds later; licking you clean and littering kisses all over your now swollen lips. you heart is pounding so loud you could hear it’s rhythm thumping in your ears. your entire body has gone slack as your boyfriend stands up from his kneeling position.

you don’t get the chance to fully recover from your high before eijiro speaks up, “the case. it’s about the villian you and hawks took down in mandaree, right?”

you struggle to make out your boyfriend's words, “huh—?”

“don’t worry sweetheart. i’ll do it for you.” eijiro kisses your cheek, leans back, and then kisses your forehead. “alrighty, up!” without warning eijiro picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. he quickly makes his way to your bedroom. 

eijiro gently descends you onto the velvety sheet ontop of your bed. you squirm at the feeling of the cool sheet beneath you. a long exhale escapes your mouth. 

the bed dips down as eijiro crawls in beside you. it’s hard to ignore the trace of wetness clung to his mouth and dripping down his chin. the evidence of his work makes your stomach weakly tighten again. 

you press a thumb to his lips and wipe off the slick from his satisfied grin.   

eijiro takes this as an invitation. “sooo,” he rubs your arm, big eyes sparkling, “need some more help relaxing?”

𓆜⋆˚࿔  — sweet creature

humans were told to be dangerous and evil! Yet you couldn't bring yourself to believe that, not when this one was so kind to you.

pairings : pirate!eijiro k. x mermaid!reader

genre : fluff

warnings : reader uses simplified language (example: "Eijiro want gift?" or "I bring gift!" MIGHT SOUND CRINGE IDK IM SORYYYYYY, pirate slangs used (a lot), reader is EXPLICITLY said to be female.

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The sea is vast. 

An immense home to mysteries yet to be unfolded. Depths of stories to be told, and songs to be sung. Yet other than that, the sea is brutal. Jaws ready to clench down on whoever shall puff up their chests and voyage upon it. Even more so, beyond all its mysteries and horrors, the great blue held beauties inside it.

One of them, was you. Your kind. Mermaids.

Folk of the water roaming the vast seven seas, keeping the ocean lively and chattering. Most of it was probably you. You could never seem to satisfy the itch in your tail to swim, swim, and swim—exploring every crook and cranny of the coral reefs, poking your head at every cave just to be chased out by a shark or an electric eel. Yet one goal in your mind was to collect; collect those trinkets which sometimes seem to descend from heaven above.

Sometimes a ring, sometimes a bigger ring, large enough to fit through your wrist, other times, it was smaller, weird-shaped, yet not less beautiful. Maybe this was the way gods provide you, yet you’re unsure. Just to be safe–and to admire them, you keep these findings safely in your small den of treasure. A sanctuary you had made for these glimmering and shimmering things to be praised upon. 

Humans are what your kind calls them. 

Those peculiar creatures on the land above, somehow surviving without water filling up their air. You wonder how it feels up there, is it… not water-y? It’s strange! Do they not want to move faster? Why do they have to move that way? 

Clumsy little creatures, you find yourself giggling at their silly movements. So slow, so adorable. Maybe you could teach them to swim. Sometimes you wonder—why do your elders always call them so…

Dangerous.

Your thoughts could never go peacefully—sometimes a fish would run into you to interrupt it, or sometimes a fellow mer-folk needed your help in harvesting the ripe seaweeds. 

This time, a small pebble had hit your head.

Plink!

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“That–blige sucking buccaneer! I can ne’er catch a break!! What’re ya s’posed to do?! Throw away the whole ship?!” The boy grumbled, his eyes narrowed in frustration as his arms flailed forward to throw a small rock he had found.

“Why am I always at the blame?! He’s always speakin’ like he’s an old salt! We’re the same age, damnit!” He threw another rock, letting out a huff as his chin dug to his knees. 

Plunk! Thunk!

At first the red haired didn’t notice it, kept his mouth rambling about the ship’s captain which he found oh-so frustrating, until–

Plunk! 

“Ow—hey!!” His head darted to the back, yet finding no one.

“...What the..?” He muttered, softly now as if embarrassed for being angry at the air.

Then he continued, deciding to ignore the rock thrown to his head just now. His gaze met the water again, pouting as he picked up another rock.

“Can’t believe m’ stuck with em,”

He throws another one,

“if only a half decent job was here, I’d drag my ass out of this—!”

Then another one,

Plunk!

“Hey!!” Shooting up to his feet, he pointed to the ocean in anger. “Stop doin’ that, will ya?!”

But then a tail flicked up again, throwing back a pebble, this time hitting his chest. And now he was frozen in horror.

Eijiro was nothing but experienced. Three years of voyaging the sea, he’s seen almost all—fishes, birds, bird-fishes, but not this. 

The tail was different, a large fish would be one thing but this? It was no fish. Not with those pair of curious eyes eyeing him from below the surface, grinning like he was the funniest thing in the world.

Without a second to hesitate, his first choice was to shout–yell, ducking down and scurrying his fingers as he found another larger rock, throwing it to the creature in fear, hoping that it’ll go away.

“Demon! Blasted—sea witch!!” He flailed his arm, his knees grew weak as he crawled back, a hand dragging him away from the dock while his other hand kept desperately throwing rocks, even grabbing handfuls of sand to the ocean.

“Get away!! Away, I say!!”

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Is this why they say they’re dangerous?

You giggled softly, raising yourself up the dock while your hands propped up as you peeked your head up, smiling to the human. Your claws gripped tight to the wood as you waved a hand to him, at least that’s how you see them greet each other.

Goodness, he was so loud! It’s so amusing to see him shout around like that—was he trying to say hello? Perhaps you should shout back? 

You opened your mouth, grinning as you shouted back, mimicking his sound. 

Yet the color from his face just seemed to drain completely.

He spoke again, his hands came together as he knelt down to the ground. He’s funny, you like him. Why was he frowning? As much as you know—when your sister was frowning it meant she was sad, distressed. Did you do that to him? Goodness, that’s not right…

So you dug back down, splashing into the water while your eyes already trained to the direction you knew too well, to your den—the shrine of where you kept all your treasures. Maybe if he sees something so shiny and beautiful, he shall smile again! Yes, yes, you shall pick for him a gift!

Your fingers scattered on each tip of your glistening objects, then your eyes found the perfect one—a small, yet long, and shining, sharp ends, it reminded you of his teeth. Peculiar human, his teeth looked like a shark’s! 

With a wide smile, you pridefully swam back with the treasure in your hands, surely he would love this, and cherish it! Your tail swished rapidly, until you found the same dock again, towering over the surface as you peaked your head out the water again, finding him curiously calling upon the water.

You reached out a hand, softly tapping on his shoulder.

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“Gah–!!”

Eijiro threw himself back as the small yet sharp tap landed on his shoulder, his eyes darting from the creature’s face to her hand, still outstretched to him. Then it—she..?—smiled, grinning ear to ear as she lifted up a small fork, pointing to it while her eyes flickered from him to the fork.

“D-don’t eat me!! Please!!” He yelped, covering his face with his hands.

Then he heard a huff, some of that frustrated, disappointed huff as the creature placed down the fork, pointing to it with a small pout on her face, mumbling wordless noises as she pushed it to him, as if urging him to take it. 

His hands slowly lowered, gaze turning to that of curiosity. “...For…me..?” He pointed to himself, face twisted into confusion.

Then she whined, throwing her arms up as she nodded, her finger pointing to him.

“...A fork…?” He chuckled, amusement filling up his voice. “You gave me…a fork?”

Then she nodded, still furrowing her brows in determination. “Fork, fork!!” Her finger still jabbing to the metallic object on the wood. “Fork!”

His lips finally curved up to a smile, chuckling again as he picked up the fork, “For me?” He asked, pointing to himself.

“Mm! Me!” She insisted, pointing to him as she nodded fervently, her eyes beamed with hope. “Me, me!!”

Eijiro chuckled, “No, not like that,” softly shaking his head as he slowly took her hand, though hesitating. He guided her finger to his chest, “Me,” then to herself, “You.”

“...Woo..?” 

“No, silly, you,” He grinned, pointing to his mouth. “I’m Eijiro, you are…?”

“...Ah..?” She tilted her head, brows stitched back together in confusion. “E..row…?”

“Ei-ji-rou,” 

Her fingers flew to her lips, touching them as if trying to mimic his movement. “Ee..jirou..?”

“Yes!! Yer gettin’ it!” He beamed up, nodding as he laughed in pride. “What’s your name?”

“...Yoo.. Eejirou,”

“Me…?” 

“No, dummy,” Eijiro snickered, guiding her hand back to his chest. “Me, Eijiro. And you are…”

“Oh!”

She placed a finger on his chest “Eijiro,” then to herself, “Y/n!” Her grin was wider now, throwing her arms up in celebration as she twirled in the water, tail swishing up and down as she cheered.

“Eijiro! Y/n!!”

He chuckled softly, shifting himself to prop his arm up on his knee—his previous complainings forgotten so suddenly. Eijiro’s face bloomed a smile as he admired the silverware given by the strange creature, the surface reflecting back the orange hue of sunset. “Aye, Eijiro and y/n.” He hummed softly, drifting his gaze to the rejoicing new friend he had made.

☄. *. ⋆

The next evening there it was again, a fork. Bigger this time, seemed newer too. As the dock creaked softly under his steps, Eijiro chuckled while he bent down to pick up the fork, only to be met with a small splash to his face and the sound of a sweet giggle.

“Eijiro!” You called out, smiling at his shocked face twisting into a playful grin. “Fork! You!” You chimed up, a pride look sitting in your eyes as you swam closer. 

“Aye,” He snickered, lowering himself down to sit on the edge of the dock, letting his feet hang down to the water. “It’s big this time,” Lifting up the fork to the setting sun, he turned it slightly, admiring it. “Big, lassie. Big” He repeated, grinning to you.

“Big?” Tilting your head, you furrowed your brows. “Big.. fork?” 

“Yes,” He chuckled as he nodded. “Big fork, indeed.”

☄. *. ⋆

Waves brought many gifts upon the world, sometimes it was a small clump of corals, or sometimes bringing back what may have been lost. And so did you—you brought many gifts to Eijiro, a strange human whom you’ve made to smile. Nights you’ve spent with him by that same dock as he rambled on and you would nod as if you understood his words, yet you slowly did. You knew he was a pirate, whatever that was. He says he sails the seas, and that he likes to eat fish. You learned the word friend. That’s what he called you and other humans he knew.

One night, you returned again to the dock. Your heart thrummed with excitement with this gift. It’s the most-amazing-great-good one yet! A pearl cradled softly between your fingers as you clutched your hand tightly to your chest, pushing your tail a strong current to push you forward to that dock, where you could already see his feet hanging down to the water.

“Eijiro!” You piped up, beaming up from the water. “Gift, again! For you!!” Lifting the pearl up in the air, you swung it to his face as you shook it in front of him, which he chuckled softly in response. “What is that?” He asked, opening his palm for you.

“Uh…Ball!” You nodded, placing the delicate pearl to his grasp. “Shining ball!” 

He froze as he eyed the small imperfect sphere, the moonlight danced upon the surface like rainbows. He breathed out a small huff of admiration, “...What..?” 

“Oh no… Eijiro… don’t like..?”

“What?” He shot up, waving his hand around. “No, no! I like it, I love this, y/n”

“It’s a true beauty, lass. Thanks,” He smiled.

“Welcome,” You replied, propping yourself up the dock as you looked up at him. 

“Where’d ya learn that one?”

With a proud smile, you pointed to him again. “Eijiro!”

☄. *. ⋆

“Hail up the sails, Eijiro!!” Katsuki’s voice commanded gruffly, his hand busy with sharpening a small dagger to a stone.

“Aye!” He answered, rope already tight to his hands, the familiar dull pain of the small shreds of the material digging into his skin as he pulled the rope with a grunt. For a brief second as he pulled the rope, his eyes caught a glimpse of the dock, empty and no one there unlike the previous night. His gaze fell to the small pocket in his pants, tucked away inside was the small pearl he had received. His grip loosens.

“Eijiro!! Don’t ya try to run a rig!!” Katsuki scolded. 

“Aye, captain, apologies.” He mumbled, tightening his grip again.

☄. *. ⋆

The winds of the sea had never felt so familiar. As much as he said he hated being a pirate, he loved the sea. The seagulls whined by the air as the ship swerved through, the air slicing through the cracks of his fingers, thrumming by his ear as it blew by. The crew sang songs while they jumped around the deck, and he could only chuckle as he leaned against the wooden railings.

“Splice the mainbrace!” Denki chimed through, lifting up a glass of rum, its contents spilling over slightly as he did. “Eijiro, come join us!!”

“Now,” He smiled, “Careful, Den—don’t wanna be three sheets to the wind,” 

Splish! Splash!

At first he didn’t notice it—the splashing noise beneath the ship’s smooth swerves. 

Splish! Splash!

With the same smile he looked at Denki with, he flew his gaze to the water.

What in the…

Is that—... her tail…?

“Eijiro!!” Your sweet voice chimed.

His eyes widened, gripping the railings as he leaned down, trying to whisper-scream to you as best as he could, a finger over his lips. “Lass, ya can’t be out ‘ere!” He hissed, eyes darting back and forth from the crew to you. “Go away! Yer shark bait here!!” His hand waved away, pleading you to go and swim back.

“No, no!! I give you, a gift!” You smiled proudly, lifting up a small clam’s shell in your hand.

“I—that’s nice, y/n, but ya can’t be out here! Go!! Please!”

Then suddenly, Denki’s voice chimed behind him. “Woo!!” He laughed, slinging a drunken arm around the panicking boy. 

“Eijiro found treasure!! Sea maiden, hoo!”

The crew scurried to the railings, whooping as they spotted your confused form still lifting up the clam shell. Eijiro’s eyes silently pleaded for you to go away while you had the chance, yet it was too late—not when Katsuki’s heavy steps came behind him.

Katsuki’s laugh rang through the air as he whooped, “Bring her up!! She’s worth gold, she is!!” He guffawed, shaking Eijiro with pride. “Bird’s eye, you’ve got, Eijiro!!”

“Wait—no, she’s not–!!”

“Hanta! Net!! The heavy one, that be!!” He commanded, pointing to the boy smiling widely near the ship’s stairs.

“Aye, captain!!” Hanta answered eagerly, saluting as he ran off to the ship’s hold.

“y/n, go!! Now, lass!! Please!!”

You froze, your smile stiffening as you saw the concern etched on his face. Your hand slowly lowered your gift, and before you could speak up again, the cheer of the crew and the shadow of a net descended upon you.

SNATCH! 

What abomination was this? Every angle you looked at, there was no escape! 

Your hands desperately clawed, chewed on the ropes, yet they were as good as steel. 

Your tail hurts. Oh they hurt so badly, the metal scraps on the ropes sliced through your scales like small knives, to your shoulder, your back, everywhere. 

A cry out of pain rang through the air, cheered on by the crew as they slowly lifted up your helpless form, heaving from your helpless attempts.

“Stop! Please!!” Eijiro’s voice shot through the cheer, yet unheard of. Hands slowly descended you onto the deck, sneering smiles lowering down upon you, and your eyes found him in betrayal.

“...Eijiro..?” You whimpered.

And yet he stayed still.

He… stayed… still! 

Oh the irony. You’ve brought him many gifts, told him many tales, and shall this be how a friend treats the other? Your frown deepens as the crew slowly untangles you off the net. 

“Get her into a barrel! I want her alive when we sell her off!! We’re feastin’ tomorrow, lads!!” Katsuki cheered, hugging Eijiro by his shoulder while the boy stayed silent. “You lucky bastard!!” He guffawed, slapping him by his side. “Capture us more of these fortunes, huh?” 

Eijiro’s shoulder grew rigid. His jaw clenched as he watched the crew descend you into the ship’s hold.

☄. *. ⋆

That night the stars heard of the crew’s cheer and songs. Harmonica echoed through the air as drunken rejoicing rang to the skies. And yet, between Denki’s drunken dance upon the deck, Mina’s loud and ringing laugh, and Jirou’s cheerful harmonica plowing with songs, Eijiro sat by, throwing a small laugh at every joke, yet his eyes seemed distant from them all.

“What’re we doin’ tonight, lads?!” Hanta roared a smile, lifting up a chug of rum to the air as his foot landed on a barrel’s top.

“Feast!! We’re rich tonight!!” Mina cheered.

He’s had enough.

With a slap of his knees, Eijiro shot up to his feet, slyly making his way to the ship’s hold, where the sound of water from the ocean felt near, and the sound of your cries reached his ears.

Down by a corner there you sat, bare backed turned to him, your shoulders jolting at every sob and breath you let by. You had the clam in your clasp, thumb running over it gently as if mourning what’s lost. 

You were mourning, a friendship lost.

Perhaps this is why your elders say they were dangerous after all.

“y/n,” He croaked, the wood boards beneath his feet creaking as he stepped closer. “I—I didn’t mean for this to happen, lass. Truth, I tell ya,” His voice was quiet, careful. 

You stayed silent, breathing silently as you ran your thumb across the small dent of the clam shell again.

“I’m sorry, y/n… I—I told them not to—”

“You don’t help, Eijiro.” 

“...You stay, you let them.”

Eijiro’s mouth parted to speak, yet no words came by or even flashed through his mind.

“You’re not a friend, Eijiro.” You, with all your imperfect words, spat venom. “You’re enemy, danger.”

Then you finally turned to him, your eyes dry from your tears, face bruised and messed up from the haste of the crew. They held nothing that he wanted, not that glistening excitement, not that wide cheer he’s witnessed every time you learned a new word, not that shine of hope he always found in your eyes—nothing. 

Betrayal shot through your eyes like wind through his hair this morning. 

“I—I’ll fix this, y/n, please I–”

“No,” You muttered.

“Go away,”

“Enemy.” Your voice was hoarse, a reward from crying day to night, while your hand gripped tighter on the clam, before you slid it across the wood to his way.

“Gift, now go.”

☄. *. ⋆

The night had fallen quiet, snores now caressed the cold air as the drunken crew lay asleep by the deck. Rum spilled all over the ship, yet no one cared to mop. Eijiro’s eyes lay awake as he stared to the sky, heart drumming against his chest while his eyes kept flickering to the stairs that descended to the ship’s lower level. 

He’s sick of it. Sick of the feeling clawing at his chest like a beast. So he sat up, stumbling over crew members as he slowly made his way down, where you still sat there, the clam still sitting right where you had slid it across. 

“...I’m sorry,” He whispered, kneeling down as he gently picked up the shell. 

“I was not a good friend, lass.” 

“Bad.” You muttered back.

“Yes, bad friend.” He smiled, a hand slowly reaching out to turn your chin to face him. “C’mere, lemme see what those scallywags did to ya,” 

His fingers were warm across your beaten up skin, your eyes lingered to the ground before you reluctantly looked at him, a pout still present on your face. 

He winced, “Those dogs,”

“They did ya rough, hm?” His thumb brushed gently across a bruise, earning a small whimper from you. “Sorry,” He muttered back.

A small pause fell upon the two of you while you stared at his dimly lit face, and he stared at yours.

Then his fist clenched, his brows furrowed as he pressed his lips to a thin line.

“I’m carryin’ you out, lass.” 

Arose, he did. “I’m carryin’ you out.” He nodded, convincing himself as he lowered himself to you, a hand slipping beneath your tail while the other hoisted behind your shoulders. His touch was careful, cautious and fearful as if you were as fragile as a flower. 

Slowly, the ship creaked as he stepped through, your tail dripping water as he tiptoed his way between his sleeping mates. Eijiro’s jaw was clenched at every small noise he had made. Afraid that he’d woken up his crew, or worse—his captain.

Just a little more, a little further to the edge, then he sat you down by the railing.

“Go, lass.” He whispered, hands gently keeping you in place by your shoulders.

“I’ll meet ya again by the docks, savvy?” His voice was soft, gentle, assuring.

“But—”

“I’ll meet ya again, y/n I—”

With a yank, a hand pulled Eijiro’s collar from behind. “Now, lass.” He smiled, pushing you off the railings before you could even reply.

“No!!! You— you dog!!!” Katsuki roared, letting go of his collar as he stared into the water, at the tail now swishing further away from the ship. “You traitor!! We needed that money, Eijiro!!” 

With a frustrated grunt, Katsuki pushed himself off the railing, his breath heavy as he pointed a finger to Eijiro, “You— damn it!!!” Harshly, he yanked Eijiro by the collar again, forehead to forehead.

“Why the hell did you do that, huh!?” Katsuki seethed through his teeth, hot breath fanning to Eijiro’s neck, grabbing the collar tighter. With a snarl, he shook the boy. “Why?!”

“Ya did all that for what, lad? Huh?!”

“Just to please her pretty face and sweet words?! I swear—I’ll sink you down to the sharks, Eijiro.” 

Finally, he let up. Letting Eijiro down on his feet again as he let go of his collar. A spit landed on Eijiro’s shoe, followed by Katsuki’s gruff muttering, “I’ll flog you off in the mornin’, just you wait.”

A small silence fell before Eijiro spoke up, his tone dark yet brave. 

“I’ll flog you off harder.”

Katsuki paused in his steps. Then turned on his heel, a finger sharply pointing to him. “Don’t test me, Eijiro.”

“Oh, shiver me timbers!! Ya’ve done worse, Katsuki!!” Eijiro shouted, throwing his hands up in anger. 

“Eijirou,” He threatened, stepping closer. 

Then the red one stepped closer too, a scowl as deep as the ocean. 

Chest to chest. It used to be a form of celebration between the two, yet now, with scowls carved into the curves and crooks of their faces, it was war. 

Eijiro pressed closer. “I’ll test ya, Kats.”

“I’d rather be fish food than be a coward.” Sneer Eijiro, his mouth twitched up to a small smirk as he pushed Katsuki hard.

The blond huffed, wiping his thumb beneath his nose as he turned away. 

"I’ll punch yer face off. Pray that yer spine’s as strong as yer mouth.”

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The sea hugged your skin again, caressing the small scars on your tail, your shoulders, your face—it kissed you like it always did.

Down beneath all the gurgles of the ocean, his voice echoed in your head—something you kind of understood.

“I’ll meet ya again by the docks, savvy?”

Your hands clasped around the clam again, its shell now warm from how much you’ve gripped it. Brows furrowing from confusion as you rose your head to the surface again, one last look of him, another voice was there.

It sounded like when you first met him—shouting. 

So you swam back, back to where you used to always see him, back to where you learned those words, back to where it all began; the docks.

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The sun kissed his face like a bastard. The cuts on his cheek and his lips felt raw under the heat. His fists felt raw, hot from all the punches he’s thrown. The pain on his stomach didn’t go dull as well, it still pinched him by the side sharply. 

Katsuki didn’t look any better, nose bleeding with thick blood down to his lip, an eye half shut, swollen like a plum. 

Eijiro scoffed with pride, his breath heavy as he shook his hands, not turning his face away from the gaze of the crew. 

“If yer still gonna be yappin’ off my ear, I’ll flog you off again, red.” Katsuki spat, wiping his nose as he straightened up his back. 

He stood tall, flexing his shoulders off as he cracked his knuckles. “Still didn’t regret nothin’.” A smirk played on Eijiro’s lips as he said that, his teeth seeped red from his gums. 

“Idiot, that’s what ye are! Throwin’ off gold like it didn’t cost nothin’!!” Katsuki growled, jabbing his finger to Eijiro’s chest. 

“Gold don’t talk and cry, Kats!!” He roared back, shoving Katsuki’s chest harshly to the ground. “Ya can’t just kill off a soul like that!! We’re pirates, we ain’t killers!!”

“We’re pirates,” Katsuki echoed his words, quieter now. “We ain’t saints either, Eijiro.”

“Damn right we’re not,” Eijiro growled, stepping forward, he towered over him. “But there’s a line, Kats. There’s always been a line.”

The blond huffed, throwing his face away from Eijiro’s glare while his own eyes filled with something other than anger, something remorseful. He stood up, pushing past Eijiro, his steps heavy as he trudged through the wooden planks. “Whatever, set course for home.” 

The crew stayed silent, everyone still held their breaths from their captain and crew fist to fist since morning. 

“Oi!! Hear me or not?!” He growled past his shoulder.

“A-..Aye, capt!!”

☄. *. ⋆

It had been two long days where you clutched the clam shell close to your heart, and not swam far from the docks. You waited for the same set of feet to dangle by in the water, or the same spiky-haired shadow to loom over you as you swam to the surface, yet he did not show. 

“Frieeendd,” You drawled, groaning softly to the night air as you leaned your head to the dock’s soft wooden edges.

With a huff, you pushed yourself back into the water, splashing your tail softly to turn away from the water.

“Lass,” His hoarse voice called, tugging between a smile and a cough. While the sounds of his shoes dragged across the sand by his feet. 

“E-..Eijiro? Eijiro!!” You beamed, smiling widely as you flapped your tail onto the water.

You waved your hand to him, drumming the dock as you giggled. 

“Aye, the one n’ only,” He chuckled, broken and bruised. His legs stumbled as he slowly lowered himself down, groaning as his hand clutched to his stomach.

“You stayed, y/n.” He softly smiled. 

Nodding, you smiled at him as your hand lifted the clam shell up. “Eijiro say.. come back,” 

“So I wait,” 

“I wait for.. friend.”

His grin grew, a breath of laugh passed through his lips as he gazed at you with tenderness. “We’re still friends?”

“Mhm!” You nodded. 

“You, keep this,” You insisted, taking his hand to place the clam shell in it. 

His smile passed to his eyes, “Thank you, lassie.”

“I love it,” He softly hummed, thumb brushing across the shell gently like it’s a treasure.

“Eijiro like? I have… uh… more! Yes, I have more!” You turned yourself to dip into the water, only for his hand to softly grip your wrist.

“No, no,”

“Stay, let’s uh… let’s just.. talk, hm?”

Your soft giggle rang through the air as you nodded, leaning your head down to the dock again as you looked up at him. A hand reached out to his bruised face. “You… uh…”

“What is… uh… oh, hurt! Yes, you… you’re hurt,”

He chuckled, ever the slightest, his face inched closer to your hand. “Aye, I did. Just a scrap.”

“Scrap?”

“Mhm, just… small hurt,” He smiled, simplifying his words.

“Careful,” You mumbled, your finger still slowly tracing his bruise.

With a nod, he responded. “I will, lass. I was fightin’ for ya, y’know?”

“For my friend.”

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