FinNova

Pained back and gnawing nerves, you uncomfortably shifted in a small area allowed. Wide awake and unable to capture the last bit of uninterrupted sleep, the night was to be a long one. Racing thoughts denying each attempt to rest on the dawn of such an important day. How different was like truly going to be? How hectic would things about to become once the sun rose? Although nine months were given to prepare, all worries pilled in a heavy stack at the last moment. Truly, you should savor your final moments of peace and quiet before the room filled. One louder than the man snoring besides, the empty bassinet would soon have its long-awaited...

         You shift, this was an awkward position for you, and his smirk wasn't helping. "You're really red, are you well?" He rumbles.        "B-be quiet..." You mutter focusing on painting his chest. You straddled his lap so your accuracy would be better so yeah, you felt damn awkward. You glance over at the design he had drawn again and double checked your work.      "Is it done?" He asks curiously. You smile and get up, closing the lid to the small paint can.      "Yep, you're officially tattooed now." You hold up a mirror so he can examine the marks himself.     "Spot on, thank you." He rumbles.     "Anytime--"     "___!" Kid rushes in...

A/n: the actual last chapter was posted a few hours before this one, so make sure you read that before going through this.       EPILOGUE       «There’s no point in watching this. You’re not the kind of man interested in these weapons more than I am, right, Killer?» «Yeah.» Killer stood from the couch to follow his captain through the corridors of their hideout. «So Strawhat is finally back… and Trafalgar, that creep. I thought he lost it and sold himself to the Government, but he was planning something from the beginning.» «Apparently.» «I don’t wanna fall behind. We better hurry up with our plan too.» Kid grabbed the doorknob of their m...

A freshly brewed dark roast with half a teaspoon of sugar, that was his preference. The bold coffee dared not to be changed since the day that you served him the first cup. Ever since, he repaid the favor. The scent of his own brew spread around the apartment working as your early morning alarm. Despite spending your work day around various vats of coffee, there was something special about his. A hot drink enjoyed over light conversation with one of your closest friends and roommate, it became a welcomed ritual. His cold but calm aura could give you the strength to handle even the roughest of days.  Shuffling down the hallway in your misma...