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My view on the ship:
I think the ship is super cute. It’s one of my favorite ships. I know they also have quite a bit of an age difference, but as I said… fictional characters. And no one is judged here. What do you think of the ship?
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This is against the law, this is completely immoral.
These are the thoughts Garp has been having for the last few weeks. He has a problem: he has started to have inappropriate feelings and desires for Coby. It’s just not possible—he’s so much younger than Garp. But still, the looks Garp gives him don’t go unnoticed by Coby. And deep down, Coby also feels an attraction to Garp. In the presence of the Vice Admiral, the young man feels safe—safe, as if he could trust him with everything. But he shouldn’t. He is his superior, so much older than him, and it is wrong.
Garp sat comfortably behind his desk, his legs on the table, looking relaxed. But inside, it was complete chaos. Then he heard a knock on his door.
“Come in.”
It was Coby. “Hello, sir. I have yesterday’s report here, and today’s report I was assigned to finish.” He handed the stack of papers to the taller man. Garp looked through it. Once again, Coby had done an excellent job. Just like always. Neat, dutiful boy.
“Well done. You can leave.”
“Yes, sir!”
Coby was about to leave when—
“Wait… I want to have dinner with you today. All right?”
“O-okay? Sir?”
“Good. See you later. You may leave now.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
Coby rushed out so the Vice Admiral wouldn’t see the blush on his cheeks. What was that? Why does he want to eat with me? Did I do something wrong?
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In the evening, Coby went to the dining room as agreed. Garp was already sitting at the table, waiting. When Coby entered, he immediately felt Garp’s gaze on him—different from usual. Almost… intense.
Coby sat down. They ate and talked about trivial things, just to avoid an awkward silence.
After they finished, the room fell quiet.
“How is your training going?” Garp asked.
“Good… sir.”
“Sir… may I ask why you invited me? I… I can’t imagine it was just for dinner. Did I do something wrong?”
“No. I just wanted company. And I need to see how strong you’ve become.”
With that, he took out a chessboard. They played five rounds. In the end, it was 3–2 for Garp.
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It was now 11:50 p.m.
“I think it’s time you go to bed.”
“I don’t want to… I’d rather stay here.”
“…Okay, sir.”
“Ha…” Garp sighed.
“A-are you okay, sir?”
“Not really.”
“C-can I help you somehow?”
“Yes. But I don’t think that would be appropriate for you.”
“N-no… it’s okay, sir.”
Garp stood up and was now directly in front of Coby. From this distance, his presence felt overwhelming.
“What if you regret helping me afterward?”
“I… I don’t think I would.”
Garp leaned down, their faces extremely close.
“Are you sure? There’s no going back.”
“Yes.”
And with that, the distance between them closed.
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The kiss was hesitant at first, but quickly became more passionate. Garp placed his hands on Coby’s hips, holding them firmly before relaxing slightly. Coby gasped softly in surprise.
Garp paused for a moment, then deepened the kiss.
It was rough, but also strangely gentle. Coby felt overwhelmed, his thoughts scattered, his body reacting in ways he didn’t understand.
After a while, they pulled apart to catch their breath. Coby was flushed red, breathing heavily.
I should stop. This is wrong… Garp thought.
He turned away. “Sorry, Coby. That was a mistake.”
As he tried to leave, Coby grabbed his wrist.
“Sir… I don’t know much about this… but I know I want to continue.”
Garp turned back.
“Please… sir.”
That was it. Garp’s remaining restraint broke.
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He took Coby by the arm and led him into his cabin. Inside, he pushed the paperwork aside without care.
“I have two questions, brat. First: have you done this before?”
“N-no.”
“Second: do you want this? Once I start, I don’t stop. If I’m going to commit this mistake, I’ll do it properly.”
“Y-yes… I want it.”
“Good.”
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He kissed him again—deeper this time. Coby slowly began to respond, hesitantly at first, then more confidently.
Garp eventually pulled back and helped him undress slowly, watching his reactions carefully. Coby covered his face in embarrassment.
“You get flustered so easily…” Garp muttered.
He guided Coby gently, making sure he was comfortable, watching for any sign of hesitation. Despite his restraint, his control was slipping more and more.
After a while—
“I… I think I’m ready,” Coby whispered.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
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Garp carefully closed the remaining distance between them.
Coby tensed, but slowly relaxed as he adjusted, breathing unevenly.
Garp stayed still for a moment, then began moving slowly, giving him time.
Coby buried his face, overwhelmed, but gradually calmed down.
After a while, the pace increased—still controlled, but more intense. Coby couldn’t hold back anymore and lost himself in the moment.
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Later, silence filled the room.
Garp held him close.
“We can stop if you’re too tired.”
“…I’m okay.”
Coby was exhausted, but he didn’t let go.
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The next phase happened later, more intense, and Coby completely gave in to exhaustion, eventually falling asleep.
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The next morning
Coby woke up in Garp’s arms with a headache and a sore body. He stayed still for a moment, realizing what had happened. His face turned bright red.
He checked the clock. 10:00.
“Oh no…”
He tried to get up—but failed immediately.
Garp’s arm pulled him back.
“Slow down, kid. I already signed you off for today.”
And so they stayed there in silence. No words, but both understood: it wasn’t the last time. It was a secret—something forbidden.
But maybe one day, it wouldn’t have to be.
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Author note:
Brohhh 💀 the ending wasn’t that good. Oh well. I wanted to write this, then a friend pushed me to continue 😂 and my (now ex-)girlfriend also encouraged it, so yeah. Hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to suggest ideas for the next oneshot.