So I had an interesting PM earlier from a reader asking if I planned on making this story (or it's sequel, and yes, I've planned one) rated M. (The reader wants to see sex).
Honestly, I've no idea. I never thought of adding sexual themes to Champagne Supernova. So once again I ask:
What do YOU want? Message or leave a review.
The reason I always ask is because this story is for YOU. I want people to like it, and yeah, I'll make it my own, but I use suggestions from readers.
(Also, I apologize that this chapter is on the small side, but my Forensics final is Monday and I've gotta study like a motherfucker. If I pass, I will officially become a forensic analyst. After 4 1/2 hard years of college, I will graduate on the 15th if I pass. So pray for me, will ya?)
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Soliel had never really gone through one of the hormone rampages that most teens went through, mostly because she was always surrounded by males she though of as brothers, or because she was weird. She never had the urge to kiss, or touch, or have sex with anyone, because it seemed boring and uninteresting. (Whitebeard was elated by this news, and her older brothers were amused by it all).
But when it came to Marco...
Her pulse went into overtime, her heartbeat nearly doubling in speed. Her mind would race, and butterflies would erupt inside of her stomach until it made her dizzy. And there was this feeling...of something...that she couldn't quite identify.
Their lips met again, a little faster and more desperate this time, Marco pulling the girl against him as one hand tangled in her hair and the other balanced on the counter. Soliel's hands gripped his shirt and a sigh escaped her. When he had kissed her breathless, Marco pulled away from Soleil's mouth. He looked down at the smaller pirate, her lips parted, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide, and Marco thought he'd never seen a more beautiful sight. Especially those eyes.
Eyes the color of the inside of a lemon. Eyes that were glazed over and bright. All simmering, blazing want.
"Ooh, naughty, naughty!" Marco and Soliel turned to see Ace, flushed from drinking and grinning like a child in a candy shop.
Soliel was off the counter the moment the raven haired teen started leaving, and Marco heard the loud "thunk" as the girl tackled the fire manipulating pirate to the floor.
"Ace, shut up. Shut. Up. NOW." Even though she had equal standing as all the other crew members, as Whitebeard's blood daughter, she commanded an air of respect, and was pulling that now, her eyes hard. "Don't say a word, or I swear to all that is holy, I will drown you."
Ace laughed and ruffled the girl's ringlets with a smirk. "Oh, c'mon, little sister, I ain't gonna say anything!" Soliel loosened her grip on his neck and stood up.
"Ace, seriously. Don't say anything." Marco warned. "Not...yet, anyway."
Suddenly, popping sounds, almost like gunshots, echoed from outside and the three took off, racing through the ship and onto the deck.
Into the most amazing fireworks show they'd ever seen.
Thatch was laughing as Curiel and Fossa launched the tiny missiles, and Haruta squealed, clapping her hands with joy. Izo was toasting Thatch, and Alexei was dancing with herself, holding a glass of wine. With a grin, Soliel jogged over and began partying with the rest of the crew.
Ace got drunk(er) and started fights with Thatch and Marco (which got him tossed in the ocean twice, and Soliel had to save him). Curiel started a food fight, which ended with everyone covered in cake and various kinds of alcohol.
And Soliel sang another song as everyone went crazy, and the tempo of the beat, and the amount of drink everyone had in their system just added to the happy insanity.
"Right, right, turn off the lights
We're gonna lose our minds tonight
What's the deal, yo?
I love when it's all too much
5 a.m. turn the radio up
Where's the rock 'n roll?
Party crasher, penny snatcher
Call me up if you're a gangsta
Don't be fancy, just get dancy
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be, never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Just come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Slam, slam, oh hot damn
What part of a party don't you understand?
Wish you'd just freak out
(Freak out already)
Can't stop, coming in hot
I should be locked up right on the spot
It's so on right now
(Ace: It's so fucking on right now)
Party crasher, penny snatcher
Call me up if you're a gangsta
Don't be fancy, just get dancy
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be, never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Just come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Just come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Oh shit, my glass is empty!
That sucks!
So if you're too school for cool
And you're treated like a fool
(You're treated like a fool)
You can choose to let it go
We can always, we can always party on our own
So raise your (oh, fuck)
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be, never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be, never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Just come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass for me!
Just come on and come on and
Raise your glass for me!"
The festivities went on for hours, until people started falling asleep, or just became too exhausted to do anything anymore. Vista was leaning against a wall, a half empty bottle of scotch in his hands, Ace was sprawled out on the deckX snoring loud enough to wake the dead, and others had moved to different parts of the ship to rest.
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It was nearing dawn when it happened. The piercing shriek of grief split the air as sure as if it were a solid, and within moments, the crew was up and running around, following the cries which ended in a piercing wail: "Noooooooo!"
As Soliel, Ace and Whitebeard exited the ship, there was a collective gasp, and Soliel's hands flew to er mouth, turning away and crying. Ace was stunned, mouth hanging open in absolute horror.
Alexei was sobbing uncontrollably, and Fossa grabbed the woman, hauling her away from the scene.
"Oops, I didn't mean for you to see." Blackbeard stood up, a twisted smirk on his face. "Ze ha ha ha ha ha!"
The figure was lying on its stomach, blood pooling from the stabs wounds on its body.
Thatch was dead.
...
Soliel woke up screaming.
...
Whitebeard's eyes shot open and he looked around as his daughter's voice met his ears. With a powerful surge he was up, stomping down the hall and into the galley, where Soliel had fallen asleep.
...
At first, Marco didn't understand what was happening until he heard feet pounding out of the over the deck. He and Ace had fallen asleep outside, and he looked up as Vista ran by.
"Wuzz'appenin'?" Ace murmured.
"Something's wrong with Soliel." Vista answered, and Marco was up instantly, following the older man. Ace stumbled a little but he was up, fully alert.
As they got into the ship, they saw Haruta walking back towards her room.
"What happened?" Vista asked.
Haruta rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Soliel had a nightmare, and she's worked herself into a tizzy." As soon as she stopped talking, Soleil appeared, wiping her tear-stained face and sighing.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to wake you all." she gave Ace and Vista a weak smile, and then looked up at her father.
"Daddy-"
"I'll deal with it. This isn't the first time it's happened, and if it scares you that much, then I'll keep an eye out in case something...strange happens." He touched the girls' head and gave it an affectionate ruffle. "It's just a dream, pup. Don't worrytoo much."
Everyone started to leave, and Marco gave Soleil a questioning look. "Are you alright?"
Soliel shrugged. "I'm not sure, to be honest." She walked up to him and explained what had happened, and Marco, like Whitebeard, expressed mild concern.
"Let's just hope it's a nightmare and you aren't secretly precognitive."
Soliel have Marco a sly smile. "That would be kind of cool, actually."
Marco rolled his eyes. "You don't need an ego boost by being able to see the future."
Soliel stood on her toes and pressed a kiss against his mouth. "But it would be fun, though."
As they left, no one had noticed that Izo was sitting at a table, watching and listening to everything, with a giant Cheshire Cat grin on his face.