The two of you made your way out of the mess hall. Someone put Killer's wallet inside his helmet, and House handed it off to you as the second mate of the ship waltzed the two of you out. You were practically engulfed by his hands, pressed against him, parts of you disappearing into the wild mane of hair that was a little wilder without the helmet on.

"I'm okay," you murmur softly, the emotion of his kisses sinking into you.

"Don't." He's practically growling as he works his way through the halls to his room. "Ever do that, again."

"I – haaa," your voice quivers as he begins to kiss your neck and shoulders. "C-couldn't risk the crew."

"We're stronger."

"You d-don't know that." You're struggling to hold onto him and his helmet as he enters into his room, nearly slamming the door. His hand twines through yours, slipping the helmet out of your grasp and letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor.

"We won't lose." He insists, almost sounding cocky like Kid usually does. "Not to anyone."

He pulls your shirt off as he sets you on the bed, laying your back against the mattress and caging you in the same motion. His hair cascades down around you, sharp eyes boring into your soul.

"CP9 is very strong, and-." Killer starts pulling your shoes off and you can feel the heat in your face making you a little dizzy. "-and w-we agreed that the ca-captain," he begins to pull your pants off, lifting you up effortlessly as he listens to you. "Is the priority, so-."

"Are you going to tell Kid you think he's weaker than some government dog?" Killer interrupts, looking at you almost harshly.

You look away, not sure how to respond. "He... Lucci... I can't help it." You admit, sitting up and looking over at him apologetically. "I'm afraid of them. No, that's wrong. I'm only afraid of Lucci."

"I feel like I need to go back and deal with him." Killer says. His voice is gentle, but there's an edge to it. Frustration, fear, relief.

"... Even if I beat him with my own hands, I don't know that it would help." You admit as Killer has you leaning back again. Soft kisses fan against your stomach as you practically disappear into his hair.

Squirming a little bit, you moan and brush your hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry I scared you."

"We were planning on leveling the city when you came back." He admits, face shielded from you by his hair, lips worshiping you from behind the veil of thick blonde locks.

"The people of Water 7 wouldn't have deserved that." You muse, moving his hair aside and catching his gaze. Something in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat.

"Sorry little one, but they're not part of the equation." He explains, leaning in closer to you and caressing your face as he continues. "There's the crew, and then there's everyone else, and when someone on the crew is in trouble, there's no concern for everyone else. We tried being a little kinder about it at one point, but it cost us dearly."

He leans down, nearly capturing your lips, blue eyes sinking you. "I won't pay that price ever again."

"I won't die." You say softly as he closes the distance between you.

His lips press against yours almost painfully before you both open up to let the other in. His hand slips under you, fingers barely bothered by the hooks of your bra before they spread across your back. His hand is hot, and the tips of his fingers seem to want to sink into you. His other hand slips past the band of your underwear, calloused finger hitting your clit and causing you to arch and break the kiss, gasping against the sudden pleasure.

"I won't!" You reiterate as his lips slip along your jaw and down your neck. "I s-swear, Killer. N-no matter what."

"You almost did." He growls, nails pressing into your back.

"I wasn't even t-touched," you say, half lost in the pleasure his fingers are demanding from you.

"You lost your sight for a while, little one." He reminds you, moving your bra out of the way with his teeth before he begins to nibble and lick your breasts.

Your body tenses at the new pleasure, but you try not to squirm too much, your hands lost in his hair, desperate to hold onto something as he takes control of you.

"I d-didn't die!" You cry the words as he sucks harshly on your nipple. "K-Killer, please!"

"Hm?" He hums against your skin.

"I'm gonna, haanngh." Words break in your throat as the pleasure shifts. Killer's middle fingers plunge inside of your soaking pussy, his thumb working your clit.

His hand on your back shifts a little to your shoulders, making your body curl enough he can kiss you while his fingers are buried in you. Focused blue eyes watch your face for a moment as he lands soft brief kisses on your cheeks.

Just as it seems the coil in your loins is ready to snap he pulls his hand away, and your body sags against the hand on your back. He's never ridden you so close to the edge before, and you have no doubt it was on purpose.

"S-sorry, I'm sorry." You huff, nearly in tears. "I apologized earlier." You push against him in frustration as the building pleasure fades. You're not mad, you understand where he's coming from, but it's still cruel.

"... I want a promise."

"I can't," you sigh, grabbing his face with your hands. "The Captain has to com-er-be a priority." You assert. "I can't promise I won't be reckless, or that I'll put myself first."

Killer glares at you and you glare back.

"Could you promise me?" You question.

His glare breaks and he buries his face in your chest. "Fuck."

You chuckle. "Yeah, but it is what it is." You say reassuringly, petting his hair. "I love you, and part of that love is your dedication to your captain and crew. Part of that love is what makes me want to protect him and them too."

You lift his face up gently. "And you. I want to protect you, to be protected by you."

He pouts, and you hope no one else has ever seen such an expression on his face before. "Then don't run away next time."

"Okay." You relent. "Whatever I do to protect you and the crew, I will do it at your side. But," you catch and hold his gaze. "The captain takes priority. Neither one of us can afford to second guess that."

"Feyth," he says, leaning forward and kissing the tip of your nose. You can feel the heat in your face as he peppers kisses across your cheeks, body shifting onto the bed, his knees slipping between yours. His lips follow along the line of your jaw and sink deep into your neck as you hum approvingly.

"Hey." He says it softly into your ear, holding your head in place, nearly hugging you against himself as he stills. "I love you."

The words sink into you, and you can feel tears stinging your eyes. His gaze comes into view and leans down, kissing the tears away from your cheeks. The two of you tangle into one another, soft sounds and quiet gasps passed between you as fingers and lips try to sink into the other. There's desperation and tenderness mixed into actions, and it takes a moment for things to catch fire again.

Bruising kisses, and strong hands grip you confidently, moving you into the center of the bed. He lines up with you, just barely pressing into you before his eyes meet yours. That sharp gaze holds onto you, both of your faces screwed up in pleasure and anticipation, heat and heavy breaths swirling in the space between. He holds your attention, refusing to let either of you look away as he begins to slowly push inside of you.

Your legs open more and more, begging him to go deeper, faster, but he maintains the pace he wants, filling you up steadily, drinking in every twitch and gasp and shift. Things on the ship, and on the islands might move faster than he'd like, but this moment will bend to his will.

When his hips meet yours, he lets out a satisfied breath, barely a gasp, shifting a little a pushing deeper before he moves his arms and hooks your knees over his elbows. Leaning down he spreads your legs wider, bracing himself against the mattress and shifting again, pushing even further into you, trapping you between the bed and his body.

Not that you meant to go anywhere, but you were effectively pinned beneath him. In his control.

For the moment, at least.

"Again," you say greedily, voice coming out in heavy waves of desire. "S-say it again."

"I love you, Feyth." He says, voice barely above a whisper, nearly as breathy as your own voice was. He began to move, pulling back slowly and sinking back into you just as slow. The steady rhythm left you wanting more, but also filled you up so completely you could still feel the pleasure building up inside you.

His eyes kept watch over every little movement, and he began to pick up the pace, little by little. You almost weren't certain at first until the soft sting of skin against skin began to heat your thighs. Your fingers struggled to find purchase on him, moving from his shoulders to his arms. Your breath and body shivering under him.

He laces his fingers with yours, pressing the backs of your hands into the mattress as he begins to thrust into you. The physical pleasure builds inside you, but the emotional side of things is even more overwhelming. The desperation of it all, the desire, the need. His declaration swims around in your heart and your head, and it enhances the pleasure between you.

Love is a risk. It should be abandoned.

Assess, assess, assess.

You couldn't assess clearly when your emotions were involved, that was what you learned. What you knew. What you were convinced of as you disappeared into the man over you. You were in love, and it was a risk. The biggest risk you could ever have in your life.

A risk that could ruin everything.

"M-more," you gasp, shifting as much as you can beneath him. "Give me more, Killer."

His hips snap against yours, nearly pushing the breath from you before his lips capture yours. The deep kiss steals air and sense and you squirm under him as he grinds into you, his body coarse against yours, teasing your sensitive clit. The added pleasure is enough to push you over the edge and your muffled cries of pleasure break into the air as the kiss shatters between you.

He continues his pace, thrusting into you as you ride the wave, desperately gasping as the pace threatens to push air from you with each snap of his hips. The dizzying effect prolongs the pleasure, and you can feel it building again by the time you're able to collect your senses once more.

This was your second chance at life, to do things right. To atone. Falling in love wasn't a part of the plan. You didn't have the right. You didn't – but it didn't matter.

The world could burn a second time for all you cared, so long as Killer survived.

"I-I'm g-gonna," you gasp, fingers flexing against his as tears blur your vision.

"Cum for me, little one." He demands. "Scream if you need to. Let me hear and see it all."

You had secrets, may he forgive you for the secrets you had. You never wanted to hear those words come from his lips, it would've been better to never know them at all than to fear never hearing them again.

"KILLER!" His name was ripped from your heart and pulled from your chest as pleasure tensed your entire body. Shivering gasps of pleasure fell from your lips as the orgasm sunk into your bones, the continued relentless pace nearly scrambling what little sense you had left. "Too -! Too much!" You cry, squirming under him to try and lessen the nearly overwhelming pleasure.

"One more time." His voice shivers, you can barely understand how close he is as he grinds into your clit again. "Let me hear that beautiful voice of yours one... more... time."

"There's no-no way," you gasp, body flexing and toes curling as your body shakes beyond your control. "I c-caaa-nnnnGGHNGH!" Your protest crumbles into a guttural sound as the third orgasm crashes into you, blurring your vision with tears and white spots.

Killer's pace shatters into desperate thrusts, his fingers flexing against your own as he fills you up. He pushes into you deeper, listening to you whimper beneath him before he pulls out.

You collapse into the bed like a puppet with your strings cut, no energy or conscious capacity to do anything more than practically melt into the nearest flat surface. Working to catch your breath, you turn toward him, offering a hazy smile.

"You'ah little ruthless sometimes, y'know that?"

Killer's shoulders shift and he leans down, kissing your forehead sweetly. "Only with you, little one." He assures you. "Let me get a bath going, rest for a moment."

"Mm." You agree, nodding a little as he walks away. The haze of your euphoria fades quickly, guilt and memories bubbling up in your chest. Things you want so desperately to say.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper it so softly, you know the sound has barely passed your lips, and there's no way he heard you.

Closing your eyes you remember sitting on the roof in Water 7. You had felt the CP9 agent before you saw him because of your ability. Sense, steal, suppress – those were the three things you could do concerning devil fruits. CP9 only knew that you could steal and suppress, they had no idea you could sense devil fruit users.

You also never told them it was your second time living your life.

The first time you had obediently done everything they commanded of you, without question and without fail. You were a heavier shadow than Rob Lucci, never put to work undercover because your job was simple – you were the Unseen.

You had been raised to laser target devil fruit users the world government wanted you to target, and when the mythical devil fruit, the Hito Hito no Mi, Model: Nika had been stolen by the infamous pirate Shanks, you had one purpose in life. For a decade you trained for it, relentlessly honing your haki and skills.

In the halls of Wano you succeeded at your job.

Covered in blood, surrounded by corpses, you watched the light fade from the pirate captain's eyes as his heart gushed blood down your arm. The silence that followed was unnatural. The air trembled. No one moved.

A shift in the light caught your attention as a devil fruit formed from nothing in front of you. You'd never heard of a devil fruit appearing like that before, but you dropped the pirate's heart to the ground and put your hands out for it. It called to you, and somehow you knew that it was your punishment.

A lament.

A deep, soul shaking sorrow enveloped you as the fruit sank into your hands. Tears slipped down your cheeks, the first open expression of emotion you'd had in a decade at least. You stood there, fruit in hand, looking down at the cooling body of a young captain with dark hair. His expression seemed truly surprised at his own demise, and that made it even heavier to you.

You had done something terribly wrong.

You started to form an apology when something slammed into the devil fruit in your hand, piercing it just before it pierced you.

The juices of the Toki Toki no Mi swirled in the blood of your heart, as a young man with a long nose, and a sling, glared at you from a remarkable distance.

The next thing you knew, you had woken in the suffocating alleys of the island you were born on. So young and so desperate for survival, barely four years of age.

But you remembered everything.

You remembered every skill that the World Government had taught you. You remembered the heavy, uncomfortable, and terrible feeling in your soul when you had taken that last life. It was almost as though Fate had manifested into the devil fruit and flung you bodily through time.

The Toki Toki no Mi wasn't supposed to be able to send people backward. Going backward through time was supposed to be impossible. You were fully aware of that.

But you didn't have the devil fruit's power. What you did have was an empty feeling inside you. An empty feeling that reacted to other devil fruits. An empty place in your own body that would let you temporarily hold onto another fruit's capacities.

What you had was a chance to fix the mistakes you had made the first time. Even if you died trying to accomplish your goal, it would still be a win. There was no other Unseen candidate, it had made you terribly valuable to the World Government, and that meant if you didn't fill the role, no one else would.

So you'd play the fool. The skilled enough to be raised by CP9 fool, but you weren't going to be the smartest, fastest, or strongest person in the room.

When the time was right you ran.

You almost failed, but Lucci underestimated you, and that was half the point.

Once you fled CP9, however, you had no real idea of what to do. Your life before had been guided by their hand, your life this time had been guided by them as well. You knew you needed to change how things happened, but you didn't know what to do, and above all you needed to continue to play the fool.

But now you really were the fool.

"Hey," Killer says, brushing an errant tear from your cheek. "What're you thinking about so hard like that?"

"Old wounds," you answer softly, nuzzling into his fingers a little and offering a soft smile. "Someone garbled my emotions more than my insides," you tease as he helps you sit up.

"I'll have to scramble you harder next time, so you don't worry about the past."

"Mm, please do try, love." You muse as he lifts you up into his arms. "Shatter all the pieces of my past so I never think of them again."

A/N - And now you know how the reader can do what they can do.

A/N - Marking this as completed and leaving it ended here. I may come back and expand on it, but over a year later and cannot figure out what to do with it. For my own sanity, this is at least a happy place to leave it =3