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| # NICO ROBIN HEADCANONS ⟢

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Robin keeps a chart of all the books she’s read and haven’t in her Library. Like a stash of notes.

She also keeps charts for all of the crew member’s reading. So she doesn’t give them a book that they’ve already read. She’s in charge of the library so they ask her for books.

She likes to read to keep her mind off of the past. She also gets sorta bored easily which is why the crew has board games. She mainly plays with Chopper and Usopp though.

She kinda looks after Nami’s fashion taste and creates something out of it to call her own. She never had the time to care about what she wore, so when she met Nami, she knew that she could ask what clothes would look good on her.

She teaches the crew how to pronounce certain stuff. Mainly Nami and Luffy.

I feel like she likes to wear a cowboys’ jar because it symbolizes free terrain. She can go wherever she wants, regardless of her high bounty.

She didn’t really know how to control her devil fruit power when she first ate it. So she always accidentally caused trouble for others’ which made them resent her more. So she stopped trying to use it, and stayed away from most people to prevent to cause more trouble. It wasn’t until she was fully alone that she mastered the basics of her power.

She didn’t feel fully comfortable about having a bounty after Enies Lobby. She decided to should throw away all the fears she had and embrace what comes next with confidence.

She taught herself how to read since she was three. When her mother left, she was interested in the finer book shelf her mother had. She picked up a few books and tried reading it until she could get sentences through and understand them. Then she went to the archeologists in inspiration from her mother and intrigue from her own.

She naturally knows how to sail a boat due to her surviving alone 20 years. Mostly through reading it through books and oars.

Her favorite colors are purple and blue. Purple because it’s more of the more laid-back colors, and it doesn’t bring much attention to itself. Blue, because it reminds her of her mothers eyes, like her own.

She doesn’t like to eat much food. She’s so used to tending for hereof and being on guard 24/7 she doesn’t know how to react with a bunch of affection towards her. Which is why she mostly dismisses it.

She loved children. She wants to protect them as if they’re her own. She can’t take children suffering.

She’s touch-starved. She hasn’t felt any physical affection ever since her mother died. Although, she hates to be too be affectionately. She doesn’t like to feel vulnerable like that, or any way. She hates the feeling of weakness and her not to be able to do anything.

She’s claustrophobic. She feels trapped in tight spaces, as if she couldn’t do anything for self. Like she’s unable to free herself; trapped. She starts to panic when she’s in tight spaces.

She feels most comfortable around Chopper and Nami. Like she can tell them anything. She doesn’t like to seem weak in front of them, like she’s supposed to protect them. ‘Cause she’s older, more experienced, she wants to keep them from what she had to suffer through. She see’s Nami like a little sister and Chopper like a son.

She has slight romantic feelings for Franky. Since they’re most similar to each other. They’re the oldest other than Brook too. She also likes that he’s independent and knows his ground.

She doesn’t like to be separated from the straw hats. She doesn’t want to lose them, she feels too attached to them. In good ways, of course. So she wants to protect them whilst they’re giving her the accompany and support that she’s been needing ever since she was eight. She feels like she needs to either lay down her life to repay them or keep thing safe no matter what. Especially the weaker ones, and, of course, Luffy.

She has a soft spot of naiveness. Since she knows so much, it’s hard for her to not smile amongst the people who’re not as knowledgeable as her. It gives her a sense of mothership.

She prefers power naps over actual sleep. She hates to be unaware of things for too long. She wants to keep herself and her friends from danger, so she’s always awake or fake-sleeping. (Now I know some of it came from her past and her constantly being backstabbed by others’ so she kinda lost the ability to sleep peacefully. Before Enies Lobby ofc. She still feels that way though.)

Before Enies Lobby, she didn’t like to wear anything too revealing. She didn’t like showing too much skin like Nami did. She wasn’t self-confident like that, but she wouldn’t oppose it if she had to. Like in Skypiea. In situations like that, she would choose things that would be easier to wear in the climates. With help of Nami she would pack a new shirt or pair of pants just in case.

She loves showering. It makes her feel the warmth she needs. It also makes her feel clean from the bad stuff that happened to her. She tries not to take long showers either, but when she came back from Enies Lobby she unintentionally took a very long one. Nobody said anything about it, though. She apologized after, no one accepted it, and said she deserved it. (Now I wanna write that out! 😂)

She likes hugs. She may not say anything about it, but when both Nami and Chopper hugged her in Enies Lobby, she was token back, but overwhelmed with happiness.

She’s not a daydreamer, but she loves to imagine. Especially related to books. New scenarios to add in the story or add-ons from the scenes itself.

She’s a good writer too. She vocabulary is the best within the straw hats. She doesn’t usually write much though. Not really a thing that crosses her mind much.

If the straw hats would write letter, it’d either be Nami, Franky, Brook, or her to write them out.

She sometimes write to her mother. In her diary, of course. About all the adventures she had, the friends she made, and it’ll start and end with “dear mother, love, your daughter, Nico Robin.”

She takes pictures of the islands their on. She studies the island’s history through it.

She likes acting because she doesn’t feel pressured to act anymore. You can tell how naturally it comes to her because she had to survive for the past 20 years acting and facading for others. It only makes sense that she’s going to be great and fast to get into character. It’s second nature to her.

| # Robin appearance headcanons ⟢

She has freckles around her shoulders. Practically takes up her entire shoulder, almost making a new skin-tone.

She has body scars around her legs and upper stomach. Which is mostly why she didn’t show much of those parts in pre-timeskip. She felt slightly insecure about them, until Kaola complimented them.

She has some white hair strands. Due to the constant stress of being on the run and constantly backstabbed.

She has soft frost imprints on the backs of her ears when Aokiji freeze her over.

She’s boney. That’s it.

Her skin has a soft shade of sunburn on her face and chest. She liked to be outdoors a lot, so it was natural for her to get east sun find. (Hc her skin’s sensitive to the sun)

Eye-bags, but you can hardly tell.

Curvy cheeks and a boney nose.

Has a back scar from the time she was attacked in Dressrosa.

Sunglasses sunburns on her eyes and forehead.

A slightly bigger forehead than what we see.

Her right eye is slightly curved down from the normal position of the eye. Unnoticeable until you really pay attention.

She has marks all over the back of her feet. She constantly walked in snow and rocks barefoot, so they scarred her feet a little.

A rose blush on her knees.

Veiny hands and feet.

Big thighs.

A permanent slither of blue in her toe nails due, again to the weather. No frost-bite, but close.

A belly piercing.

Small dimple on the right side of her lower lip.

Hairy legs, but shaved every two weeks.

Sweats a lot. Soft anxieties here and there.

| # Robin beach headcanons ⟢

She and Franky go searching for seashells and small things in the sea.

Nami and Robin does each other’s sunscreen and lotions.

She builds sandcastles with Luffy and Chopper.

Her and Usopp play volleyball together with Sanji and Brook.

Her and Jimbe relax together.

She brings a book and some water guns for Luffy and Chopper.

She and Brook maybe sandmaids for Zoro and Nami.

Her and Zoro sit near the water durning the sunset and talk about their feelings.

She and Luffy play tag and role play with each other. (Mostly her sprouting her hands and eyes)

Her and Nami does each other’s accessories. (Like flowers in each other’s hair, glasses, swim suit jewelry, yes their those girls)

Her and Usopp make the water guns stronger than usual.

She uses her devil fruit’shands as shade for the boys. We all know they aren’t going to get under the umbrellas with the girls if Sanji has something to say about it.

She gives lotion and sunscreen to everyone.

She provides the snacks and drinks + Sanji’s already prepared lunch.

Wine/beer drinking with the adults. >>>>

Brook makes a playlist for her to read her book to.

Bags / big hats. >>>

Plays tik tak toe in the sand with Chopper and Franky.

Her and Nami go on beach walks.

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@kazenomegaminowanpisu I'm sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it! Thank you so much for this request. As someone who loves Sanji and is also very passionate about cooking/baking, this was suuuuper self indulgent and I loved writing it!

Sweet Tastes and Gentle Touches

Sanji x Fem!Reader

2.3k words

The sweet embrace of a good night’s rest is something that often evaded Sanji for one reason or another. Whether it be nightmares or the simple fact that sleeping in the same room as a bunch of other men was hardly peaceful, he knew he didn’t get anywhere near enough sleep to be healthy.

Zeff and the other cooks on the Baratie got on his ass regularly when he was caught having late night smoke breaks when he should have been sleeping. Here though, he usually didn’t have to worry about being lectured by anyone. Everyone else was either sleeping or was also up when they shouldn’t be so they had no room to judge. 

Currently, he was having another one of those sleepless nights. It was too early to be getting a head start on breakfast, so his only plan for the time being was to smoke outside until it was closer to that time.

At least that was the plan, but then he saw light coming from the kitchen. His teeth ground together in frustration. That damned bottomless pit of a captain is at it again! He could’ve sworn Luffy was still asleep when he left the room, when did he get into the kitchen?! He stuffed his pack of cigarettes back into his pocket and stormed into the invaded kitchen to save the crew from Luffy inhaling a week’s worth of food in two minutes. 

He busts open the door, “How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of here outside of mealtimes?!” Sanji’s voice became louder with each word, punctuated by the door slamming into the wall from the force that he kicked it with.

What he had expected to see was Luffy attempting to break the locks on the fridge and pantry. 

What he actually saw was his dear, sweet, beloved (y/n) looking back at him with a startled expression. One of the cabinets was open and you were in the middle of pulling down the kettle.

Sanji’s heart stopped and horror from his actions clawed at his throat. He had just yelled at the love of his life like an actual monster. 

You appeared to be as confused as you were surprised and began putting the kettle back where it came from, “I-I’m sorry, I guess I must have forgotten.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no! I didn’t mean that! I mean- I did but I thought you were Luffy! NOT that I think you look like him, you don’t, but he’s usually the one sneaking into the kitchen at night!” Sanji all but ran at you and snatched the kettle from your hands as he spoke a mile a minute. “Sit down! I’ll make some tea for you! Just relax!”

Sanji wanted to throw himself overboard for his transgression against you, and the only thing keeping him from doing so was the stronger urge to pamper you after having the audacity to raise his voice like that.

The situation seemed to have clicked in your mind, and like the angel you were, you simply giggled at the misunderstanding. In his humble opinion, he felt like he deserved to be punted into the sea and screamed at, but you just laughed it off. 

He didn’t deserve you. Which is why he’s kept his feelings close to the chest. As close to his chest as someone like him could, at least. Naturally, he was powerless to the need to fawn over you as much as every other lady that crossed paths with him, but he did nothing to let you know that it was more than the kind of fawning everyone else received. 

“You don’t need to do all that, Sanji, I can do it,” your hand rested on his shoulder, making his breath catch in his throat. You smiled warmly at him, “Did I wake you up? I’m awfully sorry if I did, I thought I was being quiet.”

“No! I was already awake, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you could never do anything wrong in his book. Using the hand not holding the kettle, he placed it on the small of your back and guided you to the table, “Please allow me do this for you, I insist.”

Much to his delight, you did take a seat. You positioned the chair so that you could watch him as he zipped around the kitchen to gather everything he needed to make your tea. There was no need to ask what you wanted, he already had it memorized. 

Glancing over his shoulder, he caught you staring at him in what he believed to be amusement. You made eye contact briefly before he snapped back to what he was doing with his face feeling hot. He cleared his throat, “What are you doing awake at this hour, (y/n)-chan? Is there something bothering you?”

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong, I just woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. Usually I do some late night baking when this happens, but since everything else was locked up I settled for tea,” you explained casually, chin resting on your fist.

Sanji froze and a giddy feeling bubbled up from within him. Who was he to pass up the golden opportunity that he was currently being presented with. After doing what he could to school his expression so he didn’t look completely desperate, he turned to face you, “Do you still want to bake something? I would love to join you if you’d be so gracious.” 

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to at least try to get some sleep before breakfast?”

Ever the sweetheart, you were kind enough to be concerned for his well being. Everything was fine though, just being able to spend time with you would energize him more than a full night's rest. Sanji grinned, “Of course I’m sure, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now.” He fully meant that.

“Alright, who am I to deny the help of such a talented cook?” You stood up from the chair and breezed past him to wash your hands at the kitchen sink. 

Sanji is pretty sure his heart just burst from the compliment, that was the only explanation for how hot his chest felt. It’s not like what you were doing here was anything new, you two work together in the kitchen all the time.

The first time you’d offered your help, he’d assumed it was just to be polite and nothing more. He tried to tell you that you didn’t need to put yourself out like that, but when you insisted that you actually really enjoyed cooking he caved.

He tried to tell himself that the butterflies in his stomach were nothing unusual. This was just because he was happy to be around someone else who had a passion for culinary arts again. That was it. Definitely. 

Oh, who was he kidding? Sanji was head over heels for you by the end of your first cooking session together. How could he not be? You two worked so well together, it was like he’d found his other half. His soulmate, if such a thing existed.

Not that he was doing anything about it. He felt like you deserved better than him, and he wasn’t going to give you a chance to make that decision for yourself. 

Sanji was torn from his thoughts by your hand waving in front of his face. He reeled back in surprise and you giggled, “Are you sure you aren’t too tired?” Shit, had you been calling his name and he hadn’t heard you?

“Positive!” His voice cracked, and he wanted to throw himself out the window because of it. Mercifully, you didn’t comment on the embarrassment and only quirked a brow at him. Sanji cleared his throat, “I’m wide awake, I promise. What did you want to bake?”

“We bought some strawberries at the island yesterday, right? Could we make a strawberry shortcake?” You looked at him hopefully, waiting for his answer.

“Of course, anything for you, (y/n)-chan!” Sanji slipped around you and fished the keys for the fridge and pantry out of his pocket. Behind him, he could hear you digging out the required utensils for the cake.

Not even that marimo could wipe the smile off Sanji’s face right now, he’s sure of it. He couldn’t help but notice that both of you were still clad in your sleepwear. His consisted of sweatpants and a tank top. You were wearing a beautiful nightgown in your favorite color with a silk robe over it, both of which were gifted to you by himself. He knew it would flatter your form and was thanking the gods for being able to bear witness to this sight to confirm it.

His imagination was running wild from this imagery, though. It’s almost like you’re married and this is a late night baking session in your own private home.

Sanji violently shook his head. This train of thought was going places that it absolutely shouldn’t be!

The necessary ingredients were placed on the counter and he risked a glance in your direction. You were currently pulling on an apron over your head and tying it behind your back with a practiced ease. 

Considering how flustered he was from his earlier thoughts, he kept his words to you concise and to the point. He didn’t trust himself not to say something stupid if he started rambling, so once you two decided who was doing what, you fell into a comfortable silence.

Sanji had taken it upon himself to beat the egg whites and sugar into a meringue while you mixed together the rest of the wet ingredients. Quiet humming fills the kitchen, an endearing trait of yours that he felt blessed to have become so familiar with. Tonight’s tune was a melody he didn’t recognize. Whether it was a song from your past or something you made up on the spot was beyond him, but he didn’t care, he simply enjoyed it.

After finishing the meringue, he divided it up. Half into your mixture, while the other half remained in his bowl to be combined with the dry ingredients and oil. Sanji let you take care of bringing the batter together while he prepped the cake pan.

The cake was in the oven not long after that, leaving the two of you to prep the whipped cream frosting and strawberries while you wait. In the time it took Sanji to whip the frosting into shape, you had finished cutting the strawberries that go in between layers. You eyed the remaining ones, debating what to do with them.

“Do you know how to cut them into roses?” Sanji crept behind you, eagerly awaiting your answer.

“Nope, can’t say I do.” You looked at him over your shoulder with a smile, “I don’t suppose you’d want to show me, would you?”

Ah, so you knew where he was going with that. If he had a bit more shame, he’d be embarrassed at how predictable he was. Luckily for him in this moment, he didn’t. He swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat and went for it.

“I would love to,” he answered quickly. Closing the already small gap between you, he was pressed up against your back. His arms went around you, with his hands resting over your own to guide you.

This was a bold move, he’d admit it (to himself only), but it was worth the risk. It wasn’t every day that he got to be so close to you, so he was taking in and treasuring every aspect of it. From being able to feel your softness first hand to his senses being flooded with the smell of your shampoo, all of it was intoxicating. If not a little nose-bleed inducing, but that was neither here nor there.

Oh wait, the strawberries.

He positioned your hand to lightly cut at the sides of the fruit, “It’s simple, really, I know you’ll pick it up quickly. All you do is make a thin slice and gently peel it back. Then you rotate and repeat this until you’ve run out of room and go up.” Sanji kept guiding your hand for the entire strawberry, even though he knew you were skilled enough to have picked it up after the first or second example.

Fortunately, you indulged him and patiently waited for his hands to retreat on their own before trying it for yourself. As expected, the next one came out perfectly. You admired your handiwork before holding it up to Sanji, “What do you think, did I do this right?” 

You really didn’t need to ask. It was clear for anyone to see that you had nailed it, and he was sure that you knew that. Yet you’d asked for his opinion anyways. He was going to wax poetic about how this was the most expertly crafted strawberry rose he’d ever seen, but was distracted when he picked up on how hard you were staring at him. Suddenly feeling self conscious, he asked you what was wrong.

Rather than answer, you reach out to him with your empty hand and use your thumb to wipe some frosting off his chin. Then, nonchalantly, you brought the same thumb to your mouth to sample the errant bit of frosting. You hummed and nodded, “This frosting is great, though it looks like you may have been stirring a little too vigorously over there.” You lightly elbowed his side as you teased him.

Sanji hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, blood gushing out of his nose like a faucet on full blast. You were going to be the death of him, and he meant that in the best way possible. 

If he died by your sweet touch, then he would go out a happy man.

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Sleepless Domain Secret Agents Riley and Ramona Lean by the awesome and creative @kazenomegaminowanpisu!

As for their official outfits and weaponry:

Riley: Blue dress with white fluffiness around the sleeves (sleeves go down to appx halfway her upper arm), collar, and edge of the skirt (appx knee-length), blue stockings, white ballet shoes. Carries a light blue shield and a white sword. Sword can produce rapid winds that cut through enemies, even from a distance, and shield-bashing can throw enemies into the air and away, though it's more reckless as it requires getting close TO the enemies to begin with

Ramona: Hair up in a bun with a black clip keeping it in place, dark blue dress in the same basic design as Riley's minus the fluffiness, with "tentacles" of black reaching up from the skirt to the collar, dark blue stockings, black sneakers, black gauntlets. Gauntlets deliver bursts of dark magic, which envelope and crush enemies with tentacles, though it may take multiple hits to crush an enemy completely - a good blow to the head usually works, but so does incapacitating it for Riley to finish off

Fraternal twins, they both had their Dreams the same night. While clearly not thematic with each other, their costumes are similar enough that they decided they were "meant" to team up, even though they would have anyways.

I figure Ramona's gauntlets work similarly to HP's punches, able to work from a distance but good for direct hits as well

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Hun, just ignore those baka anonymous.

Your a good writer. I've read so much of your works. And I've had those ask too before. Saying that my English is bad. I don't care. I didn't listen to them. Cause when I keep going on writing it means that I'm winning against them.

Please cheer up. And I'll be here to support your works🧡🧡

Thank you so much 🥹😭💖 ur so sweet and kind to say this , I'm honored that you think so! Ur right ,also ur work is great ,haters gonna hate 🤌💔💔 I wish some ppl just 🧍 kept Thier opinion to themselves sometimes cuz it do kinda sting when it comes in a bad timing ngl

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A quiet night

Word count: 980 words

Characters: Marco the Phoenix x female reader

Plot: This one was a request by the lovely @kazenomegaminowanpisu who asked a one shot in which the s/o woke up without Marco on her side and she went to his office and she tried to convince Marco to sleep cause it was getting late, but Marco insisted not to... So the s/o sit down on his lap and sleep (just marco adoring her while she sleeps). I guess it came out a little bit sadder than I wanted, but I hope you'd still like it.

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Y/N woke in a cold bed. Her arm reached out across the blankets to find only air and empty space where Marco had been. The thin and blue moonlight trickled through the slats of the cabin window, casting long shadows over the room. She sat up, brushing sleep from her eyes. It was late—too late, by the look of the moon. Maybe two in the morning. She exhaled, feeling the pull of worry stir inside her. She dressed quickly and slipped through the door, careful not to wake anyone else. The air outside was cool, with a soft breeze pushing off the sea, and the ship creaked faintly with the swells of the waves. The stars above were scattered, sharp points of light.

She walked the deck with soft steps, peering through the dim light for any sign of Marco. The crew was quiet, most of them lost to their dreams. A few kept watch, their shoulders hunched, heads tilted to the sea. She stopped and asked the first one she saw.

“Have you seen Marco?”

The man shook his head. “Not since he came to sleep with you”.

She moved to the next one, a wiry man leaning against the mast, picking at his nails. He shrugged when she asked.

“No idea. Probably off somewhere thinking too much again.”

The girl nodded. She knew that was true. Marco could be like that, disappearing into himself, tangled in thoughts. She crossed the deck slowly, the wood cool beneath her feet. She passed the galley, the medic room, the empty crows’ nest. No sign of him anywhere. It wasn’t until her eyes fell on the faint glow of light spilling from under a door on the far side that she remembered. His office.

She moved toward it. The door was half-cracked, so she pushed it open with one hand. Marco sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair, a stack of books and papers spread in front of him. His eyes were fixed on a worn notebook, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose. He didn’t look up at first.

“Marco,” she said, softly. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

His head lifted slowly, his blue eyes a little foggy with exhaustion. “Hey. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No. You just weren’t there.”

He gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He looked away again, his hand tracing over the pages of the notebook absently.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked, stepping closer to him. Her fingers brushed along the back of his chair.

“Just thinking,” he said quietly. “Whitebeard wasn’t doing well tonight. Worse than usual. I gave him some medicine… it helped a little.”

His voice faded, and she could hear the frustration hidden in it. He stared down at the desk. “But it’s not enough. None of it’s enough. No matter how hard I study, no matter how much I try to learn, I can’t… I can’t heal him. All I do is push it off a little longer.” He clenched his jaw, his hand balling into a fist. “I’m just… delaying the inevitable. He’s going to die.”

The girl watched him, her heart sinking. She understood the weight he carried. It wasn’t just responsibility; it was love, the fierce kind that made it impossible to accept failure. She knelt beside him, her fingers trailing over his arm. “Marco,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “You’re doing everything you can. Whitebeard knows that. We all do.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. She cupped his face with her hand, guiding his gaze back to hers. She pressed her forehead to his. “You’re not a god, Marco,” she said gently. “You’re just a man. You can’t control life and death. You’re here for him now, and that’s what matters.”

He closed his eyes, letting her words sink in, his breath shallow and heavy. She kissed his forehead, soft as a whisper, and then again, on the bridge of his nose, down to his lips, lightly. She lingered there for a moment, her hand still resting on his cheek.

“Come to bed,” she said. “You’re tired. You’ve done enough for tonight.”

Marco shook his head slowly. “I can’t. Not yet.”

She frowned but didn’t press him further. Instead, she slipped onto his lap, curling her body against his. “Fine,” she murmured, resting her head against his chest. “But I’m staying here, then.”

He smiled, this time a little warmer, and his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. She nuzzled deeper into him, her body molding to the contours of his. His heartbeat was steady against her ear, the faint rhythm comforting. Minutes passed, her breathing slowed as sleep started to pull her under again. Marco watched her, his fingers gently stroking her hair. He could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest, the warmth of her body melting into his. The lines of her face were peaceful, calm in the way only sleep could bring. He kissed her forehead, soft and slow, his lips brushing her skin like the lightest touch of wind. His hand cupped her cheek, and he kissed her again, a quiet reverence in his movements.

In the stillness of the night, with the weight of the world heavy on his shoulders, Marco found a small moment of peace in her. He held her as she slept, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on her skin. There were no answers in the books, and no cure for what was coming. But right now, in the quiet of the ship, he let himself forget it.

Just for a little while.

[a-hermit-pining]

Argument with Nanami Kento

Genre: angst

Pairing: Nanami x Reader

Summary: There are parts of his life that exist beyond you. Somethings that you can never be a part of. Pieces of him that will never belong to you.

AN: @kazenomegaminowanpisu I hope you like this :)))

You despise tears. Specifically, your tears. Even now the source of your tears is much less of an annoyance that their very presence. You never allow anyone to see them. Your tears are yours.

They are your burden, your weakness of bear. Kento was right as always and you knew it. You knew it all along.

There had always been an ever-present argument in your relationship with him. The argument of his time. In addition to being your boyfriend, Kento is also a sorcerer and an office worker.

There are parts of his life that exist beyond you. Somethings that you can never be a part of. Pieces of him that will never belong to you.

You wanted those pieces so badly. You wanted them for yourself, just like you gave him everything.

Initially, it had been easier to mask your displeasure with smiles, supporting Kento with messages of understanding at a canceled plan. But every passing day wore you down.

Awkward stares at an empty dinner table in the restaurant or sympathetic smiles as you walked out of a packed theatre alone. Even the sight of your own reflection as you took off the makeup after another canceled date mocked you.

Every failed meeting jeered at you. Were you the fool? Did he not want you like you wanted him?

It did not take long for your frustrations to boil into minor arguments, which later morphed into bigger ones. Arguments where both you and him tore apart every weakness, where you did everything you could to hurt him the way he hurt you.

"Does this ever matter to you, Kento?" you slam open the door to your apartment and rip off the heels that left blisters on your feet. "All you had to do was show up to this one reunion." Filling a cup with water, you turn back to him, "One evening where all my friends, my past schoolmates wanted to meet you. You couldn't do it." Gulping down the water, you close your eyes, trying to calm your temper.

You watch Kento sigh as he loosens his tie. "I tried, but something came up. I made it to greet them, didn't I?" His voice remains devoid of any emotion, which seems to flare your anger even further.

"Yeah? Should I thank you for showing up when everyone was leaving the venue?" Your mind wanders to the mocking stares of all your friends. A relationship that had once been the point of envy for all was now nothing more than a jest. The unfairness of it all tugged at your heart.

The man in question, Kento, does not even care to confront your anger. Instead, your boyfriend of half a decade plops himself on the couch. "I got caught up with a last-minute call. Couldn't make it." His words are the same old, repeating excuse that is presented to you for every grievance.

Marching toward the couch, you cross your arms, frustration bubbling within you as you confront Kento. His attention seems to be captivated by everything in the room except for you. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the weight of your emotions pressing against your chest.

"You could have called, texted, or anything to let me know. I wouldn't have forced my friends to wait for you! Kento, do I matter even a little to you?" Your voice wavers slightly as you muster the strength to hold back your tears. You refuse to let your vulnerability show, at least not yet.

He sighs, barely bothering to look at you. It feels as though even acknowledging your presence is a task too arduous for him. The silence hangs in the air, and you can hear the distant sounds of the city outside, a stark contrast to the emotional turbulence within the room.

The distance between you feels insurmountable, and a wave of frustration washes over you. You expected more, something, anything that would indicate he cared about the impact of his actions on you. The lack of a response intensifies the ache in your chest.

"My duty will always fall above you. Saving hundreds will always come before you," his words hang in the air, a heavy proclamation that offers no solace. Instead, it pushes you deeper into the abyss of your own perceived insignificance to him. The weight of those words feels like a cold shiver running down your spine.

"We've talked of this multiple times, and it seems to me you are incapable of understanding me. Everything seems to be about you. Did you even bother to ask about my day? If I was hurt in the sudden emergency?" The edge in his voice cuts through you, each accusation slicing deeper than the last. His words cause your steps to falter. Is this truly how he sees you? A self-centered partner?

But Kento doesn't stop there. For the first time, his words flow without an end in sight. "I am tired of consoling your little tantrums. And if adjusting to my life is so hard for you, then maybe I am not what you need. Fin-"

You can't bear to hear the rest. The words feel like a dagger, and you refuse to let him plunge it any deeper. Gathering the broken pieces of your heart, you rush into the emptiness of your room—the same room you once shared with him.

Alone in the silence, it's easier to let the tears fall down your cheeks. Holding them back had been harder than ever, especially when the person you thought would always stand by you seemed ready to let you go so effortlessly.

How effortlessly he had offered to give up on everything you had wanted to fight for. Was this truly what he desired? Freedom from you? An escape from the constraints of your expectations? The questions echo in your mind, and the ache in your chest deepens as you grapple with the possibility that the person you loved may not be willing to fight for the relationship as much as you are.

Lost in a trance you pull your hair free of the straining bun. You peel off the dress that he once claimed to be his favorite on you, he had failed to notice it today.

But even as you do all this there is one single thought in your mind. One that echoes the loudest. Kento, your boyfriend did not want you anymore. You were not needed in his life. Nothing more than a hinderance in the grand scheme of things. The voices in your head were vicious.

Dressed in the comfort of your pajamas you sit on your bed. Lost in the numbness of your realization, you stare at your hands. What to do? How would you survive the void of his absence in your life.

Leaving everything behind...could there be any other life for you if not for the one by his side. Somehow you had managed to destroy whatever you built with him.

Maybe you were too controlling. Too demanding. Perhaps you were selfish. Too wanting for something that was not yours alone. How suffocating must it have been for Kento.

The weight of these questions hangs in the air. Does he despise you for it? The possibility gnaws at you. You contemplate the idea of apologizing, begging, trying to make amends, but a more profound uncertainty lingers – would he even want that?

Lost in the noise of your thoughts, you don't notice Kento entering the room until he crouches in front of you. Your gaze remains fixed on the emptiness of your palms, now filled with the silent weight of teardrops.

His hands suddenly clutch yours, breaking the reverie, and you look up in panic. This is your chance to make things right. His warm touch trails patterns on the back of your hands, offering a flicker of comfort amid the turmoil.

"Kento…" Your voice is hoarse, and you continue, determined to express the turmoil within. "I am sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have… I—please don't make me… I'll be better." Your words spill out in a desperate mess, a plea for understanding and a chance to mend what seems irreparable.

"I won't ever complain. I wi—" Your words come to a sudden halt as his finger gently rests on your lips, effectively silencing your messy monologue.

"You have every right to complain," he asserts, cupping your face and coaxing you to finally look at him. His touch wipes away the tears that linger on your cheeks.

"I was wrong. My duty as a sorcerer is important to me, but it does not come at your cost. Protecting others should never come at the cost of hurting you or dismissing you." His words carry a weight of sincerity, and for the first time, you notice the slight wetness that gathers in the corners of his eyes. "I am sorry for making you feel this way. For causing you such grief. For making you think so little for yourself."

His words are like a balm, soothing the wounds created by the recent turmoil. As if sprung into sudden action, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. For now just his presence was enough. Being a small part of his life was enough.

So you let him kiss you, hold you close and drown into the delusion that you mattered to Nanami Kento. Perhaps this delusion would suffice your heart one day.

[dancingintherainwithchifuyu]

Ichiji Vinsmoke x Fem Reader

Part 1

Chapter 2

About:In a kingdom where marriage is power, a princess finds herself at the center of a political scheme. When the ambitious Vinsmoke family arrives, intent on winning her hand to secure an alliance, each of the brothers vies for her favor. But it’s the stoic Ichiji who catches her attention—despite his cold demeanor and sense of duty.

Warnings:Arranged/Forced Marriage,Mild Violence, Conflict, Emotional Manipulation,Slow-Burn Romance,Toxic Family Dynamics,Class and Social Hierarchy

Tags: @fic-dumpster @omi-replies @firstdivisiongirl @kazenomegaminowanpisu @livid-basket

As (Y/N) steps back into the ornate ballroom, she takes a calming breath, determined to shake off the lingering nerves from earlier. The lights gleam off her elegant gown, making her look radiant, and it doesn’t take long for several noblemen to notice her arrival. Almost instantly, a small circle of suitors surrounds her, each one vying for her attention with polite, eager smiles and well-rehearsed compliments.

"Princess," begins one of the noblemen with a confident grin, bowing gracefully. "Your reputation precedes you. I’ve heard tales of your kindness and intelligence—qualities rare in such beauty. It would be my honor to make your acquaintance." His words are polished, yet his eyes hold a spark of ambition.

Another man, slightly younger but equally bold, quickly steps in. "Princess, did I mention I was recently appointed as captain of my father’s fleet? A mere task, of course, but one that I’ve accepted with great pride. Perhaps one day, you would grace us with your presence aboard one of my ships?" He says, flashing her a hopeful smile.

(Y/N) offers a polite nod, listening to each introduction with practiced grace. Her eyes flit between the suitors as they each take turns boasting of their achievements. One boasts of his family’s wealth, another of his talents in the arts, and yet another—bolder than the rest—leans close and promises a life of adventure beyond the palace walls.

Though she’s outwardly calm, (Y/N) can’t help but feel the pressure of their attentions building. Each man’s voice blurs with the next, the constant flattery and boasts becoming overwhelming. Her smile, however, remains as poised as ever, her laughter soft and practiced. Despite their charm, each compliment and attempt to win her over seems hollow, lacking the sincerity she yearns for.

One young lord, bold and beaming, steps up first and offers his hand with a practiced flourish. "Princess, might I have the honor of the next dance?" His voice is confident, and he looks at her as though already convinced of her acceptance.

Before (Y/N) can respond, another nobleman quickly interjects. "Forgive me, Your Highness, but I believe I asked first," he insists, stepping in front of the other man and bowing with a polite yet determined smile. "A lady of your grace deserves only the finest company."

Undeterred, a third suitor—a taller, older man with a charismatic smile—leans in and speaks, his voice smooth. "Surely, Princess, you would enjoy a dance with a man who can offer you both comfort and adventure." His hand lightly brushes her arm, causing her to step back, a bit taken aback by his forwardness.

(Y/N) offers a soft smile, keeping her composure, though her eyes dart around, feeling the crowd of suitors closing in. Their voices blend as each one tries to outdo the other, some bragging about their families' wealth and influence, others describing their supposed bravery on the battlefield or their skill in the arts. Their compliments, though flattering, feel overwhelming in their intensity.

One of the suitors, apparently more forward than the rest, dares to step close enough to reach for her hand. "Princess," he murmurs, his tone dripping with charm, "surely you wouldn’t deny a man his one chance at happiness tonight?" His words are so exaggerated that, despite herself, she nearly laughs.

"Please, gentlemen, one at a time," she says softly, her tone polite but firm, trying to steady the situation. But her plea goes largely ignored as they continue to call out, each man desperate to capture her attention.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts, and the murmur of the ballroom falls to a hushed silence.

Entering the room with an unmistakable air of command are the Vinsmoke brothers—Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji. Dressed in their formal attire, they cut a striking presence, each of them bearing the same unmistakable blend of confidence and authority that immediately puts the other suitors on edge.

The forward suitor who had reached for (Y/N)'s hand retracts it instantly, looking as though he’s been caught in some forbidden act. One by one, the others shuffle backward, some of them clearing their throats awkwardly, their initial confidence waning as they cast wary glances at the infamous trio.

Niji, with his usual smirk, seems more amused than anything, his gaze shifting between (Y/N) and her flustered suitors. "Well, well. Seems the Princess has quite the crowd tonight," he remarks, his tone teasing.

Yonji chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest, his green eyes gleaming with mischief. "I can see why. But shouldn’t we have the chance to make her acquaintance first?"

Ichiji, ever composed and reserved, steps forward, his cool gaze fixed on (Y/N). He dips his head slightly in greeting, his voice steady and confident. "Princess, we’d be honored to escort you this evening." Though his words are polite, the faint edge in his tone makes it clear that this isn’t a mere suggestion.

The other suitors, already unnerved, take the cue and disperse, leaving the Princess alone with the Vinsmoke brothers. The crowd's murmurs fill the room again, but the once-overwhelming presence of admirers has melted away in the wake of the Vinsmokes’ intimidating aura.

Niji steps closer to (Y/N), offering a playful grin. "My apologies for interrupting your… conversation, Princess," he says with a half-bow, clearly reveling in the discomfort he’s caused among the other men. "Though I’d say we’re better company, wouldn’t you agree?"

Before she can respond, Yonji chimes in, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "And if you’re looking for a dance partner, I’d be happy to volunteer. I may not be a poet, but I can keep up on the dance floor."

Ichiji remains silent, observing her reaction with his usual stoic expression, though his piercing gaze doesn’t leave her. He doesn’t need to speak to make his presence felt, and (Y/N) finds herself momentarily caught in his intense stare.

For a moment, (Y/N) feels both a sense of relief and renewed nervousness in their company. The Vinsmokes, though intimidating, are at least straightforward. And while their motives might be unclear, the attention of the three brothers is certainly something she can’t ignore.

“Princess,” Ichiji greets her, his voice as calm as his stare is piercing. He offers a slight bow, just enough to satisfy decorum. “Ichiji Vinsmoke of the Germa Kingdom.” His tone holds a subtle authority, his posture perfectly poised. He’s careful, almost too careful, as he appraises her.

Before (Y/N) can respond, the blonde beside him steps in. “Niji Vinsmoke,” he says smoothly, flashing a smirk as he bows. “And you must be the enchanting princess we’ve heard so much about.” His eyes flick over her in open appraisal, and there's a glint in them that she can’t quite read—amusement or calculation, perhaps. “Rumors don’t do you justice.”

Finally, the youngest of the three, with wild green hair, offers a brief, almost careless nod. “Yonji. Pleasure to meet you.” His grin is mischievous, bordering on challenging, as if he’s daring her to see past his casual demeanor.

(Y/N) gives a small, polite smile, though her gaze darts between the three of them. She’s heard stories—whispers of Germa’s military prowess, their calculated strength, and the Vinsmoke brothers’ formidable reputation. But in person, they are both more charming and intimidating than she expected.

Ichiji speaks first, his words blunt and efficient. “I imagine you’re familiar with our kingdom’s legacy?” he asks. “The Germa Kingdom has always prioritized strength and loyalty.”

“Yes, I’ve heard some things…” (Y/N) replies, careful with her words. “The tales are… unique.” She watches their reactions closely, not missing the brief exchange of glances between the brothers.

“Ah, but tales hardly capture the reality,” Niji cuts in with a smooth laugh. “They make us sound ruthless. But we’re much more… versatile.” He smirks, almost as if he’s enjoying her curiosity. “Strength and strategy are essential, but we also understand the importance of alliances.” He leans closer, adding in a lower voice, “And charming the right people.”

(Y/N) feels a blush creeping up her cheeks but holds her ground, feeling the weight of their presence. She turns to Yonji, who’s watching her with a grin. “Is that what Germa values, then? Alliances and strength?” she asks, only half-joking.

“Among other things,” Yonji replies, glancing around the room as if the whole place bores him. “Let’s just say we prefer getting what we want.” His tone is playful, yet there's an edge to it that makes her pause. “Besides, it’s more about respect. When you have it, most obstacles… disappear.”

Ichiji speaks again, his tone more measured, almost as if he’s trying to soften his brothers’ bluntness. “We’re here as allies, Princess, to support your kingdom’s goals. Germa may have its methods, but we value loyalty above all.” His gaze on her is intense, as though weighing her response carefully.

Reiju, still standing nearby, finally joins them. “They’re showing off,” she says with a small smile, playfully rolling her eyes at her brothers. “Don’t mind them. We’re not all as… direct.”

(Y/N) laughs, grateful for Reiju’s warmth, though she’s intrigued by what she’s learned. The Vinsmokes are clearly as formidable as the rumors claimed, but beneath the bravado, she senses a deeper motive. She has a feeling this is just the beginning—and that the Vinsmoke family has plans far beyond simple alliances.

As the music swells, Niji extends his hand. “Would you honor me with the next dance, Princess?” He flashes another smirk, and though (Y/N) hesitates for a moment, she accepts, unsure of what to expect.

As they move to the center of the ballroom, she glances back, catching Ichiji’s stoic expression, Yonji’s sly grin, and Reiju’s gentle nod. The game has only just begun, and (Y/N) realizes she’s now in the center of it, under the watchful eyes of Germa’s most powerful family.

The sound of the waltz fills the air, the elegant rhythm echoing across the ballroom. Reiju steps into the shadowed alcove, her eyes immediately locking onto the swirling figures of her brothers on the dance floor. Her gaze softens when she sees Niji leading (Y/N) through the steps of the dance. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, though it remains controlled—calm.

Beside her, Ichiji stands with his usual stoic expression, though his eyes follow the pair just as intently. Yonji leans casually against the wall, his arms crossed, clearly intrigued by the unfolding moment.

"She's certainly handling Niji well," Reiju murmurs, her tone light, but with an edge of approval.

Ichiji doesn’t respond immediately, his focus unwavering. His lips are set in their usual firm line, but there’s a subtle flicker in his gaze. "She’s more composed than I expected."

"She seems to know how to handle herself in the face of attention," Yonji adds with a teasing smirk. "Though, Niji’s not the easiest dance partner to manage."

Reiju chuckles softly, though there's a glint of concern in her eyes. "Yes, but she’s holding her own. There’s something about her, isn’t there?"

Ichiji lets out a quiet hum of agreement, his expression unreadable. "She’s different," he says, his voice quieter now, as if he’s mulling over the words carefully. "It’s more than her beauty. There’s an… ease about her."

Yonji looks between his siblings, raising an eyebrow. "You’re starting to sound like you care, Ichiji. Are you already charmed?" His voice is playful, though there's a hint of curiosity underneath the teasing.

Ichiji doesn’t answer right away, but his gaze doesn’t leave (Y/N), who’s laughing softly at something Niji said. The way she moves, the way she smiles—it’s something new to him. Something he didn’t expect from someone raised in such a different environment.

Reiju watches them quietly for a moment before stepping forward slightly, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor as she turns to her brothers. "I hope you aren’t making her too uncomfortable. She’s still adjusting, and we’ve been thrust into this situation quickly."

Yonji tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don’t worry, Reiju. Niji knows what he’s doing."

Reiju gives a small nod, her gaze shifting back to (Y/N) as the dance comes to an end. She watches (Y/N) smile at Niji, clearly enjoying herself despite the tension of the evening. Reiju’s heart stirs for a moment—this is her family’s legacy they’re talking about. This is a marriage that could secure Germa’s future. But she also knows how much her brothers need this—how much they need to learn to navigate their new roles.

As the song comes to a close, (Y/N) gracefully separates from Niji, her smile lighting up the room. She looks around briefly before her eyes find Reiju, and without hesitation, she walks toward her. There’s an undeniable warmth to the way she moves, a refreshing contrast to the cold grandeur of Germa.

Reiju’s expression softens when (Y/N) approaches, her eyes glimmering with an almost maternal kindness. As she stands before her, Reiju lets out a small, reassuring breath. "I see you’ve met my brothers," she says, her voice gentle and soothing, as though offering (Y/N) a safe space amidst the overwhelming attention.

(Y/N) nods, a small laugh escaping her lips. "Yes, they’ve been very... attentive."

Reiju chuckles lightly, offering a knowing smile. "They do have a way of making their presence known. But don’t let them overwhelm you. They mean well."

(Y/N) smiles warmly, though there’s a glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes. "I’m just trying to keep up."

"You’re doing just fine," Reiju says, her tone sincere, her eyes full of genuine warmth. "Don’t be afraid to take things at your own pace. No one here will fault you for that."

As Reiju speaks, her brothers continue to watch from a distance, their eyes shifting between (Y/N) and each other. There’s an understanding forming between them, though it remains unspoken—this alliance is more than just a political one. It’s a new beginning, one that will change everything.

But for now, (Y/N) stands beside Reiju, a small smile gracing her lips, the soft and warm reassurance from the woman before her helping to ground her in this chaotic world.

The music continues to play in the background, a gentle waltz that lulls the room into a state of comfort. As the evening progresses, (Y/N) finds herself standing with the Vinsmoke siblings, the weight of her new life settling on her shoulders. She had heard so many rumors about them—how cold and distant they were, how they were nothing more than tools of their father’s will. Yet, as she stands here with them, they don’t seem like the villains the rumors painted them to be.

Instead, they seem... normal. Almost.

Niji stands at the edge of the group, smiling at her with that usual charming grin. Ichiji, as ever, stands with his arms crossed, his stern face giving away little of his thoughts. Yonji is leaning casually against a pillar, his mischievous smile never leaving his face. Reiju, with her calm grace, stands nearby, but her eyes are alert, watching the room carefully. The tension between them is subtle but present—like an invisible thread that binds them together, but each sibling in their own way.

(Y/N) takes a small step forward, her voice soft but warm as she smiles at them. "It’s nice to finally speak to all of you properly. I’ve heard so many rumors, you know," she says, her tone playful. "About how dangerous and cold the Vinsmokes are."

She pauses for a moment, then adds with a twinkle in her eyes, "But you don’t seem so bad to me."

The comment lingers in the air, and for a brief moment, the siblings exchange glances, all of them a little taken aback by her directness.

Niji is the first to laugh, a smooth chuckle that causes the others to relax just a little. "You have quite the courage, don’t you? Most people are too afraid to even approach us after hearing those rumors."

(Y/N) tilts her head, her smile never faltering. "Well, I think rumors are just that—rumors. They don’t always tell the full story." Her gaze moves from Niji to Ichiji. "You all seem... different. More... human, I guess?"

There’s a small pause, and then Reiju’s soft laugh fills the space. "Human, you say? You’re the first to ever say that. Most just see us as extensions of our father’s ambitions."

"Which, in some ways, we are," Ichiji’s deep voice chimes in, his tone quiet and thoughtful. "But we're also individuals. We have our own paths to walk." He looks at (Y/N), his eyes softer than she expects. "Though not many people see that. They only see the bloodline."

(Y/N) nods, a spark of understanding flashing in her eyes. "I can understand that. It must be frustrating, having people judge you before they even meet you."

Yonji grins, his arms still crossed as he watches her with a knowing expression. "You’re not like the others, are you? You don’t seem intimidated by us at all." He steps closer, his voice teasing. "You don’t even flinch when I smile."

Her lips curve up into a playful smile of her own. "I think your smile’s nice, Yonji," she says lightly, making him chuckle. "But really, I just think we’re all human, aren’t we? We all have our strengths and weaknesses, but that doesn’t mean we should be defined by one thing alone."

There’s a brief silence after her words, the siblings exchanging another round of looks, and Reiju’s expression softens just slightly. "You’re an interesting one, (Y/N). You have a way of making others feel... at ease."

(Y/N) shrugs, her hands clasped in front of her. "I just ask questions. Like, how was your journey here? I hope you didn’t run into any trouble on the way."

Ichiji tilts his head slightly, clearly surprised by her thoughtfulness. "It was uneventful. Our trip here wasn’t anything special. But it’s not often that someone asks about the journey itself. Most just want to know our plans or how we’ll impact the kingdom."

"I suppose everyone is just trying to make sure they’re on the winning side," (Y/N) says, her voice thoughtful. "But I think it’s good to focus on the little things too. Like... getting to know the people you’ll be living with."

Yonji raises an eyebrow, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "You think we’re the type to sit around and chat about the little things? You're in for a surprise. But I can’t say I’m not intrigued by your perspective."

Niji leans in slightly, giving her a wink. "You might be onto something. We don’t often get asked about the simple things, like how our travels were. People usually want to know about our power or our... abilities."

"Well, you’re more than just your abilities," (Y/N) responds lightly. "I’m sure there’s more to you all than what’s just on the surface."

For a moment, the siblings seem almost speechless. Niji opens his mouth, but before he can speak, Reiju gently intervenes, her voice smooth but pointed. "It’s true. People tend to focus on what’s most visible. But (Y/N), you’re different. You’re not intimidated by what you’ve heard. You want to understand who we are."

(Y/N) smiles, a little sheepishly now. "I just... wanted to talk to you all. You’re not like the rumors, and that’s something I wanted to see for myself."

There’s a soft hum of silence, the room around them seeming to slow down as the four siblings look at (Y/N) in a different light. Reiju’s eyes, usually so calculating and guarded, soften with something like approval. Niji’s usual playful expression remains, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in his gaze. Yonji’s teasing smile is still there, but it’s gentler now, as if he’s been disarmed by her earnestness. And Ichiji, ever the stoic one, finds himself nodding slightly, though he says nothing.

"Well," Reiju says, her voice gentle yet firm, "I believe you’ve earned yourself a much more interesting conversation than you bargained for."

(Y/N) grins. "I’m just glad to finally talk to people who aren’t judging me right off the bat."

The conversation flows from there, the siblings no longer seeing her as just the princess they need to win over or manipulate. She’s a person—a person who is willing to see beyond the surface and ask the questions they’ve been too used to ignoring.

As the night carries on, (Y/N) finds herself feeling more at ease, the weight of her new world not quite so heavy on her shoulders. There’s something about being in the presence of these siblings, despite their reputation, that feels oddly comforting. And for the first time since her arrival, she can’t help but wonder if, maybe, this marriage might not be the prison she feared it would be.

The ballroom is full of whispered conversations, the sound of soft laughter and polite clinking of glasses filling the air. As (Y/N) converses with the Vinsmoke siblings, she remains blissfully unaware of the eyes watching her. She’s too focused on keeping the conversation going, on being warm and inviting. Her smile never falters, her tone never drops, as she asks them about their travels, about their lives, about everything and nothing all at once.

But there are others in the room, too—the nobility who look at her with calculating eyes, their whispers carried on the breeze like poisoned darts.

“I heard she’s too soft for this kingdom,” one woman says with a dismissive flick of her wrist. "She’ll never last long. Her kindness will be her downfall. She’s too naïve to understand the weight of what she's stepped into."

“I agree,” another woman murmurs, her voice dripping with malice. "A kingdom like this... it’s not a place for someone like her. She's probably too busy playing the innocent princess, but we all know it’s a game to win their hearts. She’ll be an easy target."

Their laughter is quiet but venomous, each word a little cut aimed at the heart of (Y/N). They’re sure she won’t hear it, but Reiju does. She’s standing not far off, her attention split between her brothers and the gossiping group of noblewomen. Her expression hardens as she listens to the cruel words being spoken about (Y/N).

The princess, unaware of the whispers, continues talking, smiling as she listens to Ichiji explain the finer details of his most recent mission. But Reiju’s eyes narrow, a flicker of something dark behind them. She crosses the room effortlessly, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors, her presence commanding the attention of those nearby.

She approaches the group of noblewomen, who immediately fall silent when they notice her. Reiju’s gaze is cold, and her smile sharp, her demeanor one that could freeze the very air around her. She tilts her head, voice sweet but with an edge that makes the women uneasy.

“Such interesting things I overheard,” Reiju says, her tone laced with mock sweetness. “I didn’t know our dear princess was a subject of such... concern.”

The women stiffen, suddenly aware that they’ve been caught in their own cruelty. One of them, a particularly haughty noblewoman with an elaborate headdress, attempts to laugh it off. “Oh, Lady Reiju, we were only discussing—”

“I know exactly what you were discussing,” Reiju interrupts, her smile widening just a fraction. “And I must say, it’s very brave of you to gossip about someone you barely know. Especially when you have no idea what they’re truly capable of.” She steps closer, the temperature in the room dropping with each step. “Perhaps you should remember your place, ladies. (Y/N) is not someone you should be speaking about so flippantly.”

She doesn’t need to raise her voice or make a scene. Her presence alone is enough to make the women shrink under her gaze. They exchange uneasy glances, and for a moment, the room feels smaller.

“You know,” Reiju continues, her voice dripping with a false sweetness, “I might just tell (Y/N) exactly how concerned you all are about her. It would be a shame to see such friendly advice go to waste.” Her eyes flick to each woman in turn, her gaze cutting like a blade. "But, of course, if you’d prefer to keep this... private, I’m sure we can all pretend this never happened.”

The noblewomen exchange hurried looks, their posture straightening as they attempt to salvage what little dignity they have left. “Of course, Lady Reiju. We apologize for our words,” one of them stammers, her eyes averted.

Reiju’s smile doesn’t falter. She’s not done yet.

“It’s unfortunate,” she says, voice laced with cold amusement, “how quick people are to judge others, especially when they think no one is listening.” Her gaze sweeps over the women again, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. “I’d suggest you take a closer look at (Y/N) before you pass any more judgment. You never know who might be watching.”

Without waiting for a response, Reiju turns on her heel and walks away, her posture as regal as ever, leaving the women to stew in their shame.

As she returns to the corner where (Y/N) stands, the princess is still deep in conversation with Ichiji, her smile as radiant as ever. Reiju watches her for a moment before approaching, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.

She steps up beside her, her tone gentle. “I see you’ve been making quite the impression on my brothers,” she says, her voice carrying a quiet amusement. "But be careful. Not everyone here has the best intentions."

(Y/N) turns to her, unaware of the gossip that had just occurred. “Oh? What do you mean?”

Reiju’s gaze softens, and she places a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder, a surprising gesture of protectiveness. “People like to talk, especially about those they don’t understand. But don’t let it get to you.” She gives a small, reassuring smile. "I know my brothers and I may seem... intimidating. But not all of us are as cold as people make us out to be."

(Y/N) looks at her with gratitude in her eyes, completely unaware of the conversation that had just taken place. “Thank you, Reiju. I know they’ve probably said things about me... but I just don’t think it’s worth worrying over. If I can be kind to someone, that’s all I need.”

Reiju’s eyes flicker with something like admiration, though her expression remains carefully neutral. “You’re different,” she says softly, her voice almost a whisper. “And that’s not always a good thing in this kingdom. But maybe that’s exactly what it needs.”

The conversation fades into the background, the noise of the ballroom becoming a distant hum. Reiju watches as (Y/N)’s smile never falters, and despite the sharp words of the other women, it’s clear that the princess remains steadfast in her belief that kindness could change the world.

The gentle morning light filters through the curtains, and (Y/N) stirs in bed, her dreams fading into the soft sounds of footsteps approaching. A light knock taps at her door, and three of her trusted maids;Mira, Elise, and Annabelle enter, each carrying a small tray filled with breakfast delights.

Elise, setting a tray on her bedside table “Good morning, my lady! We didn’t mean to wake you too early, but we thought you might need a little extra energy today.”

Mira, grinning mischievously as she places a steaming pot of tea on the table: “Besides, we’ve got so much to tell you!”

(Y/N), still nestled in her blankets, sits up with a sleepy smile, blinking at the trays laden with fresh pastries, fruit, and a delicate, frothy tea. She accepts a warm cup from Annabelle, who’s already giggling with excitement.

“You’ll want to hear this, my lady! I’ve never seen anything like it—so many suitors, here all for you! Some have been waiting since dawn!” Annabelle spoke sitting next to her.

(Y/N), chuckling and rubbing her eyes: “Since dawn? That’s… impressive, I suppose.”

Elise said “Impressive, indeed! But wait until you hear about last night! The ballroom was still buzzing long after you left. And—” she lowers her voice, leaning in conspiratorially, “—there was quite a bit of talk about you and the Vinsmoke family.”

Mira raises her eyebrows, offering a plate of delicate pastries as she speaks. “Everyone was speculating, my lady! There were whispers that the Vinsmoke sons were rather taken with you. Especially the eldest… a lot of the young noble ladies seemed quite put out by it.”

(Y/N) laughs softly, breaking off a piece of a flaky croissant and popping it into her mouth.

(Y/N): “Oh, dear. I didn’t mean to cause any drama.”

Annabelle, waving a hand dismissively: “Oh, it wasn’t you causing it, my lady. It was them!” She smirks, nudging Elise. “I heard one of the ladies say they’d ‘never seen Ichiji look so… attentive.’”

Elise giggles, passing (Y/N) a plate with fresh berries. “And Niji didn’t seem to mind dancing with you at all! The way he kept close was… well, very bold.”

Mira, pouring tea with a smile: “And then there’s Yonji, of course—he was following you around with a grin like a puppy. I don’t think I’ve seen him take such interest in anyone before.”

(Y/N) blushes, sipping her tea to hide her smile. She’s used to the girls’ chatter, but the genuine excitement in their voices makes her feel a mixture of flattery and amusement.

Annabelle, sitting beside her on the bed as if they’re sharing secrets: “And now, after such a grand entrance with the Vinsmokes, you have a line of suitors downstairs waiting for you. Some even brought gifts—flowers, silks, even a few precious gems!”

Elise, rolling her eyes playfully: “Oh, but some of them looked like they were just trying to outdo each other. One even asked if you’d be interested in falconry—his prized sport, apparently. As if a princess has time for such things!”

(Y/N) laughs, the image of herself with a falcon perched on her arm seeming a bit ridiculous. The maids join in, their giggles filling the room as they continue to primp and prepare her for the day.

Mira, brushing out (Y/N)’s hair carefully “I suppose they’ll all be trying to impress you, but honestly, my lady, none of them seem half as interesting as those Vinsmokes.”

Annabelle spoke up excitedly “Oh, you could see it last night, couldn’t you? Each of them seemed to have their own way of trying to charm you.”

(Y/N), thoughtful but amused “They were… different than I expected, I’ll admit. I thought they’d be so distant, with all those rumors about them, but they seemed… well, more human than I expected.”

Elise, gently pinning a few hair strands back with pearls “Perhaps they felt the same about you, my lady. It’s not every day they meet someone who isn’t intimidated by their reputation.”

The other maids nod in agreement, adjusting (Y/N)’s gown and adding delicate jewelry to complete her look. They continue to talk, sharing little anecdotes and thoughts about the suitors below, some overly eager, others almost comically trying to seem dashing.

Annabelle, smiling as she hands (Y/N) a mirror “You look beautiful, my lady. They’ll all be smitten in an instant."

(Y/N) glances at herself, taking in the careful work her maids have done to make her look her best. Their excitement and warmth fill her with courage, and with one last glance at her friends, she takes a deep breath.

(Y/N) “Thank you, truly. You’ve made all of this feel much less daunting.”

[luxstring]

Before I begin, let me just say that I am not trying to defame this person in anyway, that’s not my goal, my goal is to show what I discovered in their post and leave it at that. Do not harass the user that I will be bringing up, that’s not the outcome I want.

A few months ago, I saw a mutual of mine reblog a post of someone’s drawing of a twisted wonderland character and then the original beside it to compare, and I won’t lie, it looked traced. So I went to the ops account and found their other works, the op goes by the username kazenomegaminowanpisu. The one that caught my eyes was their BNHA work and realized that some of the panels looked traced from the anime and one was I THINK from someone else’s work. So I messaged them about it in private and of course they denied ever tracing but used the screenshots as reference. I asked if i can see their progress and I was denied the request.

That was the first red flag for me. If you say you didn’t trace but deny a simple request of a video of your progress, I hope you realize how bad that looks for you.

The second red flag was when she mentioned I wasn’t the only who had suspicions of her tracing others work. If more than one person has been cautious of your work, prove them wrong, address it. Bring proof other than a screenshot of your reference and the one you drew in your style, or else nothing will change and one day another person will ask you about this.

Before I reveal what i found, I’ll be leaving a link on the difference between tracing, copying, and referencing, by chihirohowe

https://www.instagram.com/p/CJZP2McJU4M/

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[I kept trying to find the Og artist for the all the jojo art using reverse image but it kept leading me back to pinterest] The chibi art is from a game called Tears Of themis, Company being hoyoverse.

Now, she did write that she used a reference for the chibi art but left no link for the image she used. That’s not really giving credit is it? She’s using a company property, the least she could’ve done is leave a link or the image she used for the reference

These ones art commissions made by her (yes the cosplay pic and her work aligned with one another, same with the cat) She didn’t even mention that she traced or credit the manhwa The broken ring or The artist of the cat witch, who is Nikury

That’s all I have to show and say. Again, I don’t want nor wish to defame her, I only want to bring this up, that’s all.

[base0h]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity ❤︎ (you don't *have* to, but I'm giving you a star cause I want to)



i copy and pasted this from someone else but i wanted to spread some positivity too!!

…I’m speechless right now. I GOT A STAR GUYS 😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜💜 I’m tagging everyone I know that’s absolutely amazing

@sleepytoby @error525 @otakv-trxsh @owlight @childofblackmaria @mysteriousmagicx @kazenomegaminowanpisu @yaminions @thatonerandomsimpinthecorner @sgnjimmy @imasimpforshanks HAVE A STAR PEOPLE ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ MICHELIN TUMBLR STAR

[eatcandlewax]

Idia seeing his s/o in his clothes

This was a request for @kazenomegaminowanpisu

I hope this suffices! This was my first time doing a request so I really hope I didn't fuck anything up. I genuinely don't know why you requested me of all people, but I hope you're satisfied with the product.

Idia never thought a lot of things would happen to him during his time at NRC. He didn’t think he’d be expecting anyone to visit him in his room on a regular basis, nor did he think anyone would want to spend time with him. He didn’t think he’d be looking forward to spending time with anyone other than Ortho at all.

It’s hard to believe that he went from that to being in an actual romantic relationship with someone. It baffles him everytime he thinks about it. Him??? Getting hoes??? It has to be fake. It’s just some dream and he’s gonna wake up soon, he just knows it.

It only seems to set in when you actually do relationship things with him and it shocks him to the core everytime without fail. Sweet words and a simple hug or kiss have him grabbing at his hoodie strings to hide his face. He only huffs and pulls the strings tighter when you mention the pretty pink color his hair turns into. Whether you meant to fluster him or not, he swears you'll be the death of him one day.

With that said, he completely blue screens upon the realization that you, his partner, are wearing his clothes. He’s sputtering and stumbling over his words before you even realize what he’s talking about.

“Is-Is that mine?”

Ah, the thief is caught red handed. Idia’s room was chilly and you thought you could get away with borrowing a hoodie while he was distracted. By the looks of your malfunctioning boyfriend, you thought wrong.

“Oh! I can take it off if you-”

“NO- I mean- you can keep it.”

He doesn’t wanna admit just how much he likes you wearing his clothes. He never thought he’d be experiencing a cheesy scene of a romance manga irl, and he definitely didn’t expect to actually be so overwhelmed by it. The butterflies in his stomach aren’t just fluttering around, they feel like they’re having a full on boss battle in there.

Even after the very first time, Idia still has to do a full stop every time he notices that you’re wearing his clothes. It makes him giddy in a way he can't explain. He used to lament about relationships and call this kinda thing cringe, but now he's grinning and giggling until his face hurts thinking about it at night. He not so subtly urges you to raid his closet, specifically leaving out some of his clothes he thinks you'll like. It just makes him really happy to see you comfortable in something that's his. It reminds him that your relationship is actually legit and not just a fantasy.

[extrashortshorts]

Art trade with @kazenomegaminowanpisu 🥺🤧 (thx for the spooky scary gentleman)

[firstdivisiongirl]

Wait, We Have a Talking Cat?!? (Shanks x Fem Reader)

@kazenomegaminowanpisu ask for shanks x fem reader and that fem reader adopts a magical cat. I got my inspiration for my sassy magical cat from Salem from Sabrina the Teenage Witch. I wanted a really sassy cat and Salem was the sassiest! Well, I hope you like it and thanks for the request my friend!

Being the only girl on the Red Force could be lonely.  Yes, you were with Shanks.  He was the best boyfriend ever, but you know what they say.  Boys will be boys.  And boy, did those boys live by that phrase.  “Hey Shanks,” you asked one night while laying with him in bed, “can I get a cat?”

He looked over at you puzzled.  “I mean sure Y/N but why?”

You sighed, “I used to have a cat as a kid named Bingo and I loved that cat.  I think it would be fun, plus I’m the only girl so I’d be nice to have a companion that isn’t a grown man.”

Shanks looked at you.  His gray eyes looked into your (e/c) ones.  He caressed his lovely girlfriend’s right cheek with his hand. “Then on the next island you can go adopt a cat.  I’ll tell the boys now.  It’ll be like we have Uta back!”

“Are you comparing your own daughter to a cat?  Why?”

“Both can be adorable but will rip your head off when angry.”

“Oh god,” you laughed while rolling your eyes.

***

When you reached the next island, you headed straight for the shops, while Shanks and the rest of the crew headed to the bars.  You saw one little pet shop called “Ms. Crystal’s Pets and Magical Goods”.  You walked inside and it was not like any shop you had ever seen.  The walls were a dark maroon shade while all the lighting was fairy lights or pendants that looked like stars or moons.  The shelves were lined with not only pet toys and pet food, but also small little trinkets.  You approached the old orniet oak counter where a sweet looking old woman stood.  “Hello dear,” she said with a smile, “what can I help you with?”

You smiled back, “I’m looking for a cat.  Do you have any?”

“Of course.  And I know just the right one for you.”

She disappeared into the back, while you awaited your new little furry friend.

***

“So he lost his arm saving my namesake,” your cat Luffy asked you.  The sweet old lady at the pet store told you that this cat was special, it had magical powers.  Besides talking, he could also create objects out of thin air, which came in handy when you ram out of important materials and supplies on the ship.  Everyone knew about Luffy’s powers on the ship, everyone except Shanks.  All the other boys found out when Luffy accidentally started talking to them about giving him a pet.  Benn Beckham’s came when he asked him what Benn was short for: Benjamin, Bennet, Benedict, Bennifer.  Luffy talked in front of Shanks, but he was drunk and thought he was seeing things.

“He did lose it saving Luffy,” you replied, “Luffy is a devil fruit user and was drowning so Shanks went in and saved him, but a Sea King ate Shanks’ arm.”

“So my name sake is an idiot?”

“No, he was seven and was thrown into the water.”

Luffy laughed.  He was definitely a sassy cat, but you were just as sassy.  “Well, I’m hungry, so I’m getting a snack.  Do you want anything?  Tuna? Maybe a devil fruit like the other Luffy?  Then you can go for a swim.”

“I’d love one…wait, are you trying to kill me?  Never mind you can’t live without me,” the black cat said, putting emphasis on me.

“Tuna it is then.” you laughed walking out of the room to the kitchen.

A few moments later someone walked into yours and Shanks’ room.  Luffy spoke up, “I hope you brought me the nice tuna from the blue can, and not that garbage kind in the red one.”

There was no answer.  Luffy looked up and noticed a surprised Shanks, grey eyes wide open. 

“Oh crap,” the black cat said with his emerald green eyes wide in shock.

When you return from the kitchen you notice your main man and your magical cat staring at each other.

“When were you going to tell me our cat talked? Does the rest of the crew know?” Shanks asked, grabbing your shoulders, staring at you in complete disbelief.

“All the boys know. Luffy’s talked to you a lot, but you’ve been really drunk,” you laughed.

“I was also the one who created that necklace you bought Y/N for her birthday,” Luffy interrupted.  Shanks stared at the cat and then at you.

“He creates objects too!  Oh my god I love this cat. What else can you do Luffy?”

“That’s about it but don’t ask me to make you a new arm.  I like you, but I tried that once with my old owner.  Now she has an extra leg.”

“Awesome.”

“You’re not mad about the cat?” you asked.  You were scared that he would want you to get rid of the cat since you never told him.

He smashes his lips into yours.  “Of course not.  Even if Luffy wasn’t a cool magical cat and instead hated me, I’d let you keep him.”

You kissed him on the cheek and said, “I love you Shanks!  If you excuse me, I’m going to go get water.”

“Love you too,” he answered back.

He sat with Luffy for a few seconds in silence until his new favorite feline asked, “So Beckham, does Benn stand for Benjamin or Bennifer?”

Please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

[kaidoslastbraincell]

request from @kazenomegaminowanpisu

you're the sweetest person on the planet when it comes to katsuki bakugo...too bad that doesn't extend to the other women trying to get with him

Readers quirk: chemical burn-your body secretes ethanol which you can ignite to produce flames invisible to the naked eye (only you can see them unless it's dark where they're visible to everyone)

pairings: bakugo x fem!reader (3rd years)

genre: fluff i guess?

recommended song: I.F.L.Y by Bazzi

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It was no secret that you and Katsuki Bakugo were a couple. He made it painfully obvious when he treated you like the most precious thing on the planet. But that was only towards you. You were sweet in general, to pretty much everyone, but you were sweetest to him.

You never had to worry much about other girls hitting on him. His aggressive nature usually fended them off all on its own. And you never garnered much attention from the guys... That was until you won the UA sports festival in your third year. While Katsuki pouted over his loss for a while, he was undoubtedly proud. His girlfriend was one of the strongest. And now the whole world knew it too. Boys would bother you now; cornering you at your locker or delaying your short walks between classes. You'd try to be polite about it, entertain their questions until they bordered on invasive. And even before you got the chance to be more harsh, the ash blonde would appear behind you. "Everything okay here, angel?" There's the softness only for you. Then his searing glare turns on the extras who dare even look at his woman. They scurry away immediately. Nobody wants to be on Katsuki's bad side (if they aren't already).

It was another regular day. Your muscles ached from hero training and the long week of work studies. You were chatting with Izuku and Todoroki by your locker, the two offering to wait with you until Katsuki arrived. Eventually you heard the distinctive stomps of your boyfriend, followed by a whiney voice of a girl you didn't recognise. Every muscle in your body tensed. Who was this girl acting so familiarly with him? You were friends with all of his friends...having been adopted into the bakusquad not long into your first year. They stopped a short distance away from you when he turned to her suddenly, preparing to give her a piece of his mind. The girl stepped further into his bubble...the space only you were allowed to occupy...and grabbed his hand.

"y/n-chan...are you okay?" Izuku murmured softly.

You hummed in response, turning to the boys with an overly-sweet smile: "I'll be right back."

You reached them in seconds, a hand grabbing the other girl's wrist hard enough to bruise. And when Katsuki felt you right beside him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everything okay here, Kat?" you asked softly, your glare never leaving the girl before you.

"No," he growled, "this nobody won't leave me the fuck alone."

Your eyes narrowed further while the girl matched your stare, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Aw come on Katsuki," she purred, "I just wanna get to know you better."

Your grip on her wrist tightened some more until you saw her wince, the palm of your hand heating up.

"He said no."

"You're not the boss of him," she huffed.

"You're right. I'm not. But I am his girlfriend and you're making MY boyfriend uncomfortable."

Katsuki could feel your body heat rising and he smirked, taking a step closer to you.

"What are you gonna do about it huh?" she hissed.

"I'm assuming you were in the sports festival? And if not, you at least watched it hm?"

The girl nodded, brow furrowing in confusion.

"Then I'm assuming you know what my quirk is..."

"Chemical burn?"

"Ding ding! Correct! Then you should know that my quirk is very temperamental and reliant on my emotions...and right know...you're pissing me off."

Flames only you could see flickered around your fingers and shoulders, the heat against her skin causing her to yelp and release Katsuki's wrist. Your grip didn't relent though.

"Bitch! You're burning me!" she screeched.

You deadpanned.

"Oh...I am? I didn't notice."

You threw her arm away from your boyfriend and she stormed off. Turning to the blonde beside you, a sweet smile lit up your features.

"I've got your back baby, don't you worry," you winked before walking back towards your two friends.

"God I fucking love her..."

[inseparableduo]

A com of Darla as a flight attendant! A friend of mine told me she would look cute as one and they were so right tbh

done by @kazenomegaminowanpisu !