#Ace's beast form

[quietwingsinthesky]

I'd like to suggest dealer's choice of assasins + 7, and 30, 38-50 (dealer's choice again) with Ganon & whichever parter u think would be best lol

I feel awkward asking for clarification, but I’m a little confused as to which prompts belong to what?

[lustlovehart]

[ Monsters List ] - Sensitive info with targets abilities

A/n: Not my usual writing at all! these details are relationship stuff each character has with the reader that isn’t shown in the main story. (Some details are omitted to avoid spoilers). Now that this is done, I’ll be going back to the main story line now ^^. If i’m missing any warnings, please say so.

Pairing: [Monster!Twst x Reader] Featuring, Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Epel, Idia, Malleus, Lilia, Sebek, Silver, Rollo, & Neige.

Summary: Dear, [Name], Crowley just informed me he did not give the courtesy of listing all the beasts and their abilities into your possession, please allow me to be the one to aid you. Here are bullets of their names and prowesses, as well as species. Please, do stay safe and out of trouble, and remember to eat and sleep well. Love, From, Rollo.

“Did it send?” “I… I’m sorry Sir Rollo, it seems we were unable to reach [Name] in time…” “…What.”

Warnings: Some fuffy and some aren’t, Stalking, Mentions of Nsfw (Vil). Zombies (Ace, Deuce), Biting (Ace, Deuce, and Jamil), Squeezing? (Jamil, Floyd), Hints of possession in each section, Blood Drinking (Epel, Jade, Lilia), They’re all monsters that are evil so… Murder, Kisses (Kalim, Floyd, Malleus), Blood,

Prologue Chapter

Riddle Rosehearts [ Ghost ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic. [ Magic is a mystery in the field, all that is known is it’s abilities monsters have that aren’t typically in their species skillset, as well as being especially powerful to utilize it ]

- He posses the abilities of, phasing, possession, kinesis (many different kinds), invisibility, telepathy, and short moments of time where he can have a physical body. He tends to forget he’s a ghost leading to numerous times where you’ve accidentally injuried yourself and he rushes to your side to give aid, only for his to hand phase through you instead of truly helping. He feels guilty not being able to help you.

There’s a secret part of him that feels less guilty and more angry, about being incapable of touching you all the time. Sometimes, he wishes he was Ace just so he could wrap some part of him around you, but alas, he can only do so in short intervals, which just… isn’t enough.

- Has a habit of just, watching. You’ve caught him at your window at night. He insists coming in without permission is unlawful, to which you tell him looking at you through glass is just plain creepy. You now invite him for tea parties, yet that still doesn’t stop him from longingly gazing through the glass that separates you two. (freak)

- Glows a bright red when he’s either angry or extremely flustered. You walked in one time when the former was happening and were temporarily blinded, in your own temporary home no less…

With the latter… he was helping you figure out a crossword puzzle from a lost book you had found during the night. When he helped you figure it out, he swears your smile was so bright he was blinded. In your case, at least you didn’t need a lantern to see the page anymore.

- He has numerous stitches on his body, his mouth, his neck, and his heart, or at least, where it would’ve been had he still had it. In the short times when he decides to take on a physical form, he enjoys letting your hands trace over the numerous threads through his skin… He won’t admit it, but it’s a comfort.

- When he’s working, his exposition completely changes. You get scared of him, you forget just how determined he is to being the pinnacle of perfection, even as a monster.

- Survival: Fear and Grievances, prays on victims through Possesion and death.

Ace Trappola & Deuce Spade [ Zombies ]

- Infectious Bites. There have been many close calls where the two almost bit you, secretly hoping to turn you into them in their delusions of being with you forever, it never works though cause when they try, you turn and give them a smile that haunts them so bad they can’t bear the thought of you hating them. The idea always rears its ugly head back to them, but then you treat the two like a regular human and, unknowingly, save yourself just a little longer.

- Anatomy Control (Disassembling limbs and still having control). Deuce has a very common occurring tendency, that leads him to lose his limbs on occasion. He can still feel what they feel, but when they separate from him, they tend to have a mind of their own. There have been several times where you’ve been the one to return a limb, typically his hand, and he’s all fidgety cause it just refuses to let go of you.

“I… I promise this doesn’t usually happen…! I have no idea why it won’t let go of you” with how lovingly it was stroking your hand earlier (which you won’t mention to Deuce)… You’re not too sure either… Does it like the feeling of warmth? “Next time this happens, just… Feel free to stab it” he looks dejected, but you accept his offer nonetheless.

- Ace has asked to sleep with you in your bed because his grave is so cold and lonely. You wouldn’t want him dying alone a second time right? That’s too cruel. He was surprised when you accepted, even more so when you said there weren’t rules like “You have to stay on this side of the bed!” or “Don’t touch me!”, he asked you if you had a thing for him, to which you only quirk up your eyebrow at his question.

“Hm…? I’ve slept with someone before, I don’t think it’s that serious.” … What. Who’s this someone?! He doesn’t end up sleeping as he’s left wondering who you’ve been with before him, little does he know this someone was just a reserved monster hunter who was watching over you with a fever.

- They’re the most attached to you, in a physical sense. Considering at least one, or even more, of the limbs on the duo is just bones, along with Deuce missing an eye and Ace missing part of his face, it’s a bit hard for them to go out without giving people a heart attack. So… They break into wherever you’re temporarily staying, which is typically an abandoned house, and accompany you in every location they possibly can. One very worrying thing they do, is stick their limbs in your bag. They won’t admit it but, it’s cause they miss you. You need to tell them sticking Ace’s eye in there to keep watch is NOT okay.

- Survival: Eating Humans

Cater Diamond [ Ghost…? ]

- Phasing, possession, invisibility, telepathy. Though you don’t see him use any of these capabilities very much. You wonder why but never go through with asking him, how could you when he looks so happy to be in your presence? At least, you think he’s happy. You can never tell if it’s genuine or not… His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes like everyone else…

- Whenever he decides to spend his time with you, his face is never close enough in view for you to decipher any real features of his. What color are his eyes? What does his nose look like? Is the diamond you remember on him even there? The basics of a face are in your memory, but you can never remember the more eunique traits of his. You… Don’t know why that is at all. It feels like you’re forgetting something from the first meeting you had with Cater, but your suspicions tell you it had something to do with his face.

- Even though he’s a ghost, it feels like he forgets something about that sometimes… It’s different from Riddle, who simply forgets he no longer has a physical body, it’s like he doesn’t remember he even died in the first place. You’ve seen him all alone, the sunny disposition he proposes to everyone is gone, a hollow feeling in his vicinity. You couldn’t hear it clearly, the only word heard at all being sisters.

- The moment he sees you it’s like he’s scrambling to change his disposition, walking up to you casually as he mentions how cute you look today, ahh you should take him shopping! He’ll be discreet don’t worry—

“Cater, how did you die?”

“Wha—? W-who cares about that, come on just take me to town kay’?” you do end up bringing him as he points at things he’ll never be able to use, commenting on how cute they would be to have and show off, even attempting to wrap his arm around your shoulder before laughing off at his arm phasing through your body and making your spine shiver.

You don’t miss the way his laugh is more forced than usual, and obvious distress at what happened. Why is he so upset he can’t touch you? Is there a reason he wants to so bad? For once, you wanna know.

“Cater, lets go on a date again.”

“I didn’t know you were so up-front…! But, if you’re asking then I just can’t say no can I?”

- Survival: Fear and Grievances, prays on victims through Possesion and death(?)

Trey Clover [ Frankenstein ]

- The sight of a giant, buff, green, adult man, hovering over you like a doting boyfriend as you bake is certainly a domestic sight to behold. Though it becomes less heartwarming when you remember this scientifically resurrected man is 8 feet tall, he can basically reach the top shelf when he’s kneeling.

- Just like the zombies of Heartslaybul, Trey can disassemble his limbs, but he has more control over it than the other two… You’ve had a fair share of moments where you’re trying to eat and a stitched up hand crawls towards you with a piece of cake., it’s sweet, but horrifying in the dark.

- He’s a glorified brick wall, if brick walls could also fight back at insane speeds. You watched him unintentionally scare off another Monster Hunter once, they weren't intimidated by his size at all, even attempting to throw a punch at him to show off. Their try immediately backfired as Trey stood unfazed, watching them run away cradling their hand. Before you can blink, Trey’s already towering over you asking if there was a pastry he should try making for you. Honestly… You need to tell Crowley to hire better employees.

- Trey has electrocuted you once. Totally unintentional on his part, but if someone asked him what he thought when he did it, he would tell them with a soft smile you look cute. Meanwhile, you’re on the other side of the room trying to make sure Trey doesn’t increase the voltage next time he tries holding you. Everytime he attempts to do just that, you’re quick to jump out the way. He’ll smile softly but he can’t deny he’s a little disheartened... Seems he’ll just have to rebuild that trust.

- Despite all the stitches on his body, unlike Riddle, there aren’t open wounds on his body, so he’s technically the only one who can accompany you without drawing too much attention. It’s a secret kept between the two of you, but whenever you head into the square, you both walk to as many bakeries as possible, tasting whatever you can afford. Whenever he put something in his mouth, he’d make an offhand comment about his family. You wonder… How did Trey even resurrect like this?

- Survival: Undocumented

Leona Kingscholar [ Beastman Mummy ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- His skin is wrapped in so many bandages, all of them he can bend at his will. You’re curious as to what he looks like under the fabric, but one glare and the feeling of binds grappling around your body is enough for you to reconsider. That’s only if you attempt to look underneath, if not, he’ll sit in silence as you admire each carefully placed bind, cracking an eye open to watch you close in on him in curiosity.

- Watching him manipulate sand just to make places to sleep is entertaining, but being dragged into his timeframe of napping is surely not. The grip he has on you is ironclad as the two of you lay on the grainy bed, if you complain about sand getting into your clothes he’ll make a sly suggestion of “Just take off your clothes” before retreating into a slumber that you can’t shake him from. Even if you did decide to do that, how would you even take them off…? He won’t let go of you…!

- Despite being a former corpse, if he was still mortal, he’d essentially be an ultimate being. He’s super strong, fast, he’s quick at recovering, and even if you did cut off a limb of his he’d regrow in just half the time it took to get it off him. To make it worse he’s handsome, has an air of nonchalance, and a prince. You can just imagine the sound of Crewel and Rollo nagging at you for thinking such heinous things about a beast you’re meant to be killing.

- Whenever Leona controls the dead, you hide behind him. Not because you’re scared of his army, but because they remind you of Ace and Deuce, and you’d rather not see versions of themselves not heed danger whatsoever. You were half awake one time when he summoned corpses, your blurry eyes mistaking two of them for Deuce and Ace, wrapping your arms around their shoulders and pulling them into you. You only realize it’s not them when Leona grabs your from behind and hoists your body onto his shoulder like a sack.

“Wrong Zombies.” he makes an effort to have you sleep more before you accidentally kill yourself for such a small error.

- That little pain inducement ability he has? It sucks. It’s funny when he uses it to telepathically pinch Ruggie when he’s away. But, being reduced to a puddle of pure hurt and strain is the worst. Just watching Leona use it makes you remember… nevermind. Seeing his victims fall to their knees as he drains them of their life force is depressing, the burden of your defeat rearing its shame when he just knocks back and naps as their bodies turn to sand.

- Even when his tail wraps around your leg in a form of adoration, you can’t help but feel disdain for yourself remembering all those who are now dust on the ground because of him.

- Survival: Feeding off vitality

Ruggie Bucchi [ Werehyena ]

- Please tell Ruggie to stop tracking you with his senses and your stolen possessions, you’ve been scared too many times by him popping up out of nowhere. It’s even more horrifying in the night since his face looks so scary (His happy face looks the same as his hunting face. Don’t tell him though, he’ll rob you of your belongings in pettiness.)

- His eyes are so hypnotizing, both poetically and realistically. You’ve seen him mesmerize loving couples into handing over their belongings in his human form, only to revisit them later in the night to consume the rest of his steal. You asked him once what the point is in getting their stuff in the day only to kill them in the night, and he just smiles before softly placing a piece of bread on your lips.

You never take the bread from his hands, allowing him to feed you himself all the time, feeding you with the same hands stained with a bloody ending to a romance story. Maybe… it’ll get his pension for praying on lovers to soften, the thought of having his own might put his thoughts to bay… Who are you lying to that won’t happen, it’s how he lives, and how he will continue to live.

You know it won’t change when he’s desperately trying to hide the red stains under his nails.

- He’s very keen on being in your vicinity. No reason, you think, but he’s just always there, talking to you like normal. Which is weird, why does it feel so normal? The more you ponder it, maybe he’s more natural in your life cause of how equalized he is. He’s laidback yet cunning at the same time, not too good, but not too heinous (if you ignore his murders.) It’s a nice change of pace from people who see, to be heavily relent on one trait. Even though with a kinder personality feel weird… So, talking to Ruggie is a nice escape—

“Ruggie, did you take my wallet again?”

“How’d you think I paid for that bread? Shihihi— Augh! Ow okay I'm sorry—!” he makes it up to you by giving you his portion of food. You pretend to take it out of pettiness, but late at night when he’s sleep, you wrap it up and leave it on his bedside for when he goes hungry in the night.

When he does wake up, he knows who left the meal by his side, including the extras that lay next to it.

- Survival: Eating anything he can get his hands on

Jack Howl [ Human…? ]

- You always wondered how Jack got so built. Of course, if it’s from training, you would never undermine his efforts. But, his strength is so hardcore you doubt it’s even humanly possible. There had been a speech from Crowley in town you attended with both Jack and Rollo, all three of you booted to the very back. When you commented on how you couldn’t see, Rollo told you “We could always move forward—” But he’s cut off with shock when he watches Jack effortlessly carry you onto his shoulder, keeping you rested there for an hour straight without complaint, even shifting the way he holds you depending on what you wanted at the moment.

“We could’ve just gone up there, Jack… Now put them down…!”

“I don’t mind, They seem comfortable here anyway.” You can’t help but laugh at Rollo's overbearing nature, patting his head as you hold onto Jack.

- Hes never answered you before on when or how he joined the hunting organization, literally. He’s so silent when you ask, but the moment you switch to a different topic he’s chiming in his opinion like he didn’t just give you the silent treatment for 15 minutes. He told you he’d never lie to you, so, you guess he was telling the truth about that statement.

- Whenever Rollo is unavailable to you, Jack essentially works as his “replacement” according to Sam. You wouldn’t call him that though, Jack cares for you the same way Rollo does, but he’s a lot less… Restricted towards you. You can go out at midnight with him as long as you let him walk you back home, You can eat more junk food, and you can even go into the forest with him outside of a job! Rollo is oblivious to it, but there are moments where you might, just a tinsy weensy bit, prefer having Jack watch over you compared to him. You still love Rollo though! (Never say that to him directly, he will dissect what kinda of love it is you’re implying for him.)

- Overall, you can’t wait to see him again when you go to Savanaclaw! You’re curious as to why he hasn’t reached back to you after the 2 months he's been there though…

Azul Ashengrotto [ Slime Kraken ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- His true form is huge, being bigger than the size of 5 pirate ships combined. When he shrinks himself though, he’s only 7 feet long and huge, rather than 50 feet long and huge! Less scary right? (it’s not, you’re just trying to delude yourself.)

- It’s more dangerous when considering the substance he’s made out of is multi-purpose, making him invisible, essentially unkillable, and extremely capable in offense. You’ve seen it first hand considering you’ve been on the receiving end of his malice once. If you have to admit it though, it’s a lot scarier watching him use his skills on unknowing sailors. You collect what remains of them, and set them to rest far away from the sea.

- During the night, you’re divided on whether or not he can be considered horrifying, or beautiful. The twins glow, but they're limited to their one-color pallets. Azuls body, channels the light from his surroundings, making him more than one color sometimes. It’s a bit saddening when you notice how insecure he is about the material of his body, even using magic to appear more human-like in his state. If you tell him he’s handsome in his regular slime state, he’ll flush in embarrassment. (If you go a step further and hug him as such a gross substance, goodness, he’s already looking through books at the bottom of the ocean about human courting. Never mind you’re still trying to kill him, he’ll slay your heart if he has to!)

- If he uses Magic, he, can turn himself into a human for a little. He never really had a reason to go on land, he’s powerful in the sea, even ranked as one of the 7 most wanted monsters. But, now that you’re in his life, he wants to follow you and see what it would be like to live with you as a person. He doesn’t call it a date, but he thinks of it as one, even imagines himself telling Jade and Floyd (Little does he know they already beat him to the punch on that one…). You take him by the hand and the urge to stay on land with you becomes even stronger. But, so does the need to have you in the ocean with him.

- His tentacles along with his crazy strength, just make him an even harder foe to fight. Truly… What are you meant to do when you’re sitting down and in his sleep, he just clings onto you with a tentacle, and now you just, can’t leave? Besides he’s asleep, how are they latching onto you so hard… They don't have a mind of their own— You remember seeing an article that wrote about such a phenomenon. Okay, so maybe they do act of their own volition… why do they cling so desperately to you?

- Survival: Eating as much of whatever is available

Jade Leech & Floyd Leech [ Skeleton Sea Serpents ]

- During your stay in their abode, you’d wake up to Floyd squeezing you so hard you swear one of the bones on his tail were gonna puncture you. He’s too strong, horrifically strong to the point you fear getting squeezed more than twice a day could genuinely kill you. If you don’t voice this concern, you might risk your death, but if you do, he’ll restrain himself a bit (he couldn’t bear the thought of killing his shrimpy! You’re too fun to play with, let him kiss those sore places better yeah? Besides, just a little biting doesn’t hurt)

- Their senses are so enhanced, it’s just as scary as their strength. You had sliced your hand once, a medium amount of blood pouring out, and before you could even do anything, Jade had swam up to you and latched onto your wrist, pulling you down, almost tugging you into the water, and began licking the wound clean, his eyes empty and his sharp teeth dragging across your skin. You thought he was miles away…?! How did he know you were bleeding…? When he’s done, he pats your hand and smiles before engaging in a casual conversation about your day, uncharacteristically gentlemanly after such a scary display. If you ask him what that was about, he’ll innocently tilt his head and ask you “whatever are you talking about?”

- Just like Azul, their true forms are giant, not as big as his, but still equally as terrifying, the sharp bones that poke out their body further proving this fact.

- Extremely Fast, You’ve seen this first hand when Floyd jumped out of the water and dragged you through the sea to transport you to a “beach date” in the middle of the ocean, in only 3 minutes…He heard of these dates from Azul, “Said he was gonna take you on one, thought it’d be funny if I took yah instead.” You’re unable to inquire what he means by “Azul trying to take you out”, as he’s brightly smiling when he places a sailor's cap on you. The small sight of blood in his canines is all you need to know about where this hat came from.

- Their teeth are sharp that’s for sure, you watched Jade sink his teeth into unsuspecting marine life. The thought of him doing the same to ships 7 times the size of such animals, makes you worried for future sailors, and… For yourself. He flaunts those ivories at you so much, you’re worried he’s trying to hint at his insatiable hunger. (He’s doesn’t bite like Floyd does, but honestly, you’d prefer if he bit you instead of grazing his teeth on your skin so sensually)

- They like to drag you into the water with them. You’re sure it’s how they have fun, the only exposure to the human world other than you is Azul and artifacts they collect from ships they were responsible for destroying. So of course, they wouldn’t know the first thing of human play, yet… you have the underlying feeling they have a reason for doing such a thing that isn’t just entertainment.

- Survival: Anything they can fit in their mouths (Whether it be marine life or ships. Though, these two have a specific craving for human)

Kalim Al-Asim [ Genie ]

- Extremely strong, every time he hugs you he completely forgets his strength. In the moments where he does realize it, he’s quick to apologize. If you tell him where you hurt, he’ll insist “kissing” it will make it better! It’s what worked on his siblings, so it must work for you! If you don’t tell him… he’ll cry, so it’s better to just tell him.

- Wishmaking. He insists on letting him give you a wish, after all, you did save him from being lonely! (You’re not sure if you could call it “saving” considering you were trying to kill him… and still are… ). You never accept his offer, with the knowledge that everything has a price, (Thank you Azul for such a good lesson learned) which makes him sad, but in your awkward ways of comfort, you tell him the only wish you want, is a hug. He is ecstatic and wraps his arms around you, tight. You’re regretting your wish now. Though, the glare from two pairs of slit eyes tells you you’re not the only one who doesn’t like the wish.

- Too many riches too count… You wake up, gifted in gold and jewels, you’re halfway through the day, more diamonds and rubies, going to sleep… Gold and emeralds. You told Kalim no more. He found a loophole and just replaced the cheaper items with more expensive ones. It’s technically not more so… You make a reminder to dump it all on Rollo, he’ll surely enjoy having money to tend to his garden. (He won’t. You already know he’ll refuse anything from a monster. But, if you bat your eyelashes enough he might accept it.)

“Kalim, I don’t need any more rubies.” You’re sat on his golden throne, the optimistic wish granter between your legs with his arms wrapped around your waist as he sits on the floor, a beaming smile making you hesitant on his next words.

“Then I’ll just give you more diamonds!” … Truly, you thought genies could only give out three wishes, why does it feel like this one wants to give you more than that… It’s gotten to the point where you think he wants only you to be the one he grants anything to, going so far as finding a way to bypass the rules. He even gave you his lamp, which you gave back to Jamil upon receiving it.

- You do wonder… Where are the rest of the people Kalims granted desires to? Even more so, the rest of the genies, as far as you’re concerned, Crowley said there was only one left (that he wanted to get his greedy hands on). If you had just searched Kalim and Jamils shared space, surely you would’ve found the corner filled with broken lamps in it.

Survival: Not sure, Either immortal or some secret to survival.

Jamil Viper [ Snake ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- Half snake half man, his lithe body is enough to give you pause no matter how many times you see it, even after seeing the leeches who have a similar body. You think the reason might be more cause of his intimidating eyes rather than his actual body however, 2 sharp slits are enough to make anyone rethink their judgment.

- When he sleeps, he unknowingly wraps around you, his human half bunching you in his arms as if he isn’t squeezing your legs. You think it’s just his instincts using use as warmth considering he’s cold-blooded, so you let him (Little do you know he’s perfectly warm enough, his body is just drawn to you for some reason). When he wakes up, he considers poisoning himself from embarrassment.

- Venomus, the long pointed fangs could tell you that much. When he sheds a tooth after meeting you, he doesn’t toss it away like he used to, he finds a piece of string and slides it through the solid, letting you watch him in skepticism as he slithers towards you, gently placing the newly formed necklace in your palm as his forked tongue sticks out. (He also left a little venom trapped inside, in case anyone gets a little too close than wanted.)

- Don’t stare into his eyes to long, or else you’ll find yourself entranced by the slits in his pupils, and completely hypnotized without even his knowledge. It’s like he’s so enchanted by you that he forgets he can do something like that. When he realizes what he’s done, an hour goes by before you come to. You don’t feel any different, but one looks at your wrist adorned with a snake bracelet that wasn’t there before tells you something happened…

You can’t move it from its place, but you honestly don’t want to, it’s pretty. Works perfectly well in Jamil's favor, if you had, you definitely would’ve noticed the two holes punctured into your skin by a familiar set of fangs—

“Jamil, Kalim gave me his lamp again.”

“… Really?” He’s quick to take it off your hands. If only he could wish instead… it would make his life so much easier.

- Survival: Undocumented

Vil Schoenheit [ Incubus ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- You’re human. You’re not immune to charm and flirtation. It’s disappointing that Vil is so good at what he does. You haven’t given into temptation, at least, not yet.

- Shapeshifting, he’s told you before if you have someone in mind you’d ever want to do such things with, he can transform into them if you hope to practice your confession, when you tell him nobody comes to mind, you fail to notice the devious smile that perches on his lips in victory. It seems the only face that will appear in your brain in such moments of vulnerability will be his, and that’s enough for him.

“Though, Since I used to see Neige almost every day maybe his? He has seen me in moments even Rollo hasn’t…”

What?

- Feasting on the vitality of humans is something commonly known for incubi, you’ve asked Vil before if you’re going to die soon from him touching you… You already know he’s an amazing actor so when he answers you, you can’t tell if he’s lying or if it’s the truth, especially when he takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips like a prince, perfectly playing off the suspicion in his answer.

- You think it’s unfair he’s so attractive, if he had only half his looks it would at least be easier to not stare at his pretty features— what are you thinking…?! You can already hear the scolding of everyone else telling you how heinous it is to think such thoughts, but once again, you're distracted by the feeling of Vil dipping into the couch next to you, offering a drink as if you two were just ordinary people. To be fair, his whole survival depends on how well he can interact with humans… He only smiles when you take the drink.

- Making Hallucinations is just common practice for Vil, Rook praising him for all the people who gave into his temptations from his feats. You were once sure he had never used it on you, you could never fall for such a puny delusion, but now, your confidence has faded. Things in your memory are blurry, unclear.

Has… Vil has been using it on you…?

- Survival: Corruption of humans through desire, feeding off vitality

Rook Hunt [ Boogeyman ]

- You make an extreme effort to avoid all manners of shadows since you’ve met him. Lurking in the dark is his forte, and it doesn't bode well for you because almost all your work is done in the dark. Even then… your efforts are in vain because you still feel the sensation of eyes burning into you at all times of the day. In these cases, you retreat to Vil in hopes he can rein him in a bit.

- Shapeshifting is a rare and dangerous ability. Unfortunately, Rook of all monsters has it. Even in places with no signs of shadows, it feels like he’s still there. It doesn’t make it any better that he hints towards that being the truth.

“Ah trickster, you looked magnifique in that bathing suit!”

“You were the waiter who kept offering me drinks weren’t you.”

“The way I observe my muse shall not be disclosed!”

- Watching Rook feast on fear isn’t scary, but rather… unsettling…? He places his mouth near his victim as what you can only assume to be their fear twists up into his throat, the horrified human trembling in terror. Such a scary expression quickly disappears when he turns to you with the happiest smile and gushes to the poor human about how wonderful you are, rubbing his cheek to yours like a sappy couple.

“Ah! Trickster…! You are quite sweaty! Shall I dry you off—” you shut him up by throwing the same towel he was about to clean you up with, in his face.

- His skill set is already horrifying, but adding in the basic ability of enhanced strength just makes it worse. You can’t even begin to count how many walls Rook has torn through for you… A simple ow, and what you originally thought to be a brick wall, is now a giant hole with the boogeyman at your call. It’s harder to be nice to him when he’s insistent that you train your capabilities on him. The amount of times Rook has turned a stab into a firm held waltz is just too many.

“Non non, You must hide your hand better trickster.”

“I would do that if you weren't cradling me into a dip right now Rook— Stop dancing with me already!”

- Survival: Fear and Grief

Epel Felimer [ Newbie Vampire ]

- He's asked you before if he could suck you dry. He honestly expected you to say no, but when you reached your arm out and told him to just not turn you, he was sure you must be some sort of blessing in disguise. When he’s done, he begs you not to tell Vil, as the incubus banned him from feeding. You’ll come to regret it at some point though, as now he continuously comes back to you in times of hunger.

- He runs at such fast speeds, it’s incredible to you, you’ve clapped for him a couple times, but, every-time you did… he got distracted and would trip. He wishes the sun would come up and kill him in those moments.

- Compulsion is a dangerous thing, you shouldn’t be shocked, but luckily for you, he… doesn’t seem to know how to use it the way it should be utilized. The moment he does finally master such an ability, you’ll have to find someway to get past that. He did try using it on you once, a simple command asking you to tell him how “manly” he is, somehow, someway, the command turned into something much more… embarrassing. He stands in bewilderment at the way your hands are cupping your face, endlessly praising Epel about how amazing he is, and how you wish to stay with him forever.

Vil and Rook stepped in to save you. He was sat in the corner as a punishment.

- His hunger is, insatiable. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen such a monster so bloodthirsty. It’s like he has some goal to just, feast on as many people as he can… He mistook you as a stranger he could freely feast on, jumping on you, ready to sink his fangs into your neck. He’s only narrowly stopped when the moon shines on your face and he knows it’s you. If it wasn’t, whoever took your place would not doubt be dead.

- Survival: Blood

Idia Shroud [ Reaper ]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- With how moody Idia is, you forget what his occupation is until he shows up at your door with the scythe he uses to escort the dead.

- Reapers aren’t necessarily evil or good, which is why you’re always conflicted about how to feel about Idia. Should you… Make your decisions based off his personality rather than what he is to slay him—? Why is he whispering about how all the other monsters should drop dead— Ah, he thinks they’re cooler than him.

- You essentially work as a discounted vent session as Idia talks about how everyone else is so much worthier than him to be slain by hunters. They all have cool abilities and cool looks, what is he stuck with? An edgy cloak and a tool farmers use to cut hay—

- His rant is cut short at the sound of a cheap board game slamming on the table, his eyes looking up to you placing a game piece on the spot, signaling him to take his turn as you tell him how he’s “the only one you find playing games with fun”. Truly, you must be one of the kindest souls he’s had the fortune of meeting, he should know, half of the spirits he escorts are huge douches.

- It just makes him all the more worried about bringing you to the after life.

- Even though Idia doesn’t have a reason to actively hurt humans, it’s still worrying when he describes to you in detail of his After life Capabilities. He once told you a story about how a guy was acting so high and mighty he trapped him in the space between life and death, only coming back to laugh at him when the man was practically broken. He only stops his retelling when he looks up and sees the most hurt expression on your face.

- After that, he sits up before you can even say anything, leaving immediately as he buries his head in his hands. The next day, he’s at your door as you silently stare at him, his form of retribution for your hurt being whatever you mentioned wanting during the week. You accept his gift, but that still doesn’t stop the fear of what Idia does to the souls he guides with a lack of fondness.

- Survival: Unable to Die. (Speculation)

Malleus Draconia [Dragon Gargoyle… And… something else?]

- Warning: Capable of Magic.

- Heavy durability, as he is pure stone. in times of desperation, you watch as green sparkles fly around the man as stone turns soft. His spell doesn’t last long but in his desire he chooses to pepper you in kisses with smooth lips. The first time he attempted to romantically place a peck on your arm, you cringed at the feeling of rough stone on your skin. It hurt his feelings so he opted to just spell himself instead.

- Heavy. He didn’t wanna move away from a doorway you had to exit through to leave. You tried lifting him out of the way, you don’t think you’ve ever tried so hard to move something before. He thought it was an attempt at a hug, so you ended up being smooshed in his arms for an hour before Lilia saved you.

- Camaflouge, the stone he’s made of, and moss that grows on his body can be manipulated in any way he wishes, even his size, it’s scary watching him go from his regular 6 feet to an astonishing 10. This trait of his has served numerous moments where you’re surveying his castle only to feel arms pulling you back into a stone exterior. Your reflexes are swift to throw a punch, only to have the cruel reminder of rock busting your hand.

“Ah forgive me, I did not mean to hurt you Child of hunters”

“My hand is broken Malleus.”

“We can just get you a new hand can we not?” That night serves as the first of having to tell Malleus he can’t always spell you when you’re injured. To this, he tells you that’s nonsense and he’ll expend all his reserves for you.

- Considering he’s also a Dragon, flight, and fire breathing really shouldn’t surprise you. What does surprise you is when he looked more dragon than gargoyle sometimes, his eyes becoming more lively, scales being more obvious, and his wings and horn being truer than they’ve ever been. You have a sneaking suspicion his instincts change forms too, his already heavy clinginess increasing tenfold. You’re either held by his clawed fingers or wrapped in his wing.

- Despite Malleus being marked as one of the most dangerous kills possible, you find it extremely easy to… ask him to do something. In fits of anger, he’ll cling impossibly close to you, trying desperately to attempt to cease the ugly feeling festering inside him. He’ll tell you he never wants you to leave his side. If you’re not feeling like being trapped inside, all you need to do is wrap your arms around his neck and lean into his ear with a low whisper, asking him to let you go. For a moment, his grip will tighten, but slowly he relents, his stone eyes watching you wave goodbye.

- Though, truthfully, You don’t feel like you’re free… Sometimes, you notice gargoyles in places where there shouldn’t be any. Sooner or later, his resolve might break, asking him for such freedoms might not be as easy.

- Not only that but… There’s definitely a side to him that isn’t just some Dragon Gargoyle. Whenever you have the chance to dig deeper into it, you’re met with a wall that separates you from the truth. Just what is Malleus?

- Survival: ???, Unable to Die. Do not attempt.

Lilia Vanrouge [ ??? ]

- Caution: Possibly capable of Magic.

- Certainly the most mysterious of the bunch… To be fair, everyone in the Diasmonia space is filled with anonymity. He doesn’t have any specific qualities that warrant a decisive conclusion, but you’re confident that he’s not a human. Sometimes he has wings, sometimes fangs, sometimes spider legs, just what is he?! (He has used this capability to scare you on numerous occasions, taking the form of a giant wasp and chasing you once. When he gets bored though, he clings onto you endlessly, not as bad as Malleus but still very often. You woke up to him in your bed once, and now he occasionally appears there to “wake you up” by sliding his arms around your waist. Please tell him you’ll only let him do this if he stops turning into freaky stuff…)

- You have no doubt he’s one of the monsters that eat humans. You took a sniff of his red juice once, it’s definitely blood, and considering why you’re here, it’s for sure not animal blood. Out of guilt for failing whatever human is his current meal, you offered up yourself as a blood bag, and he happily indulged, pining you to the table and nipping that delicious spot on your neck. Out of courtesy for everyone else in the castle... You lock the door.

But it doesn’t matter, you’re quite sure he didn’t honor the agreement anyway, as he’s happily feasting on a mystery meat you know isn’t any creature near this castle.

- He always keeps you on your toes, one of the moments being when he used his flight to carry you all over the sky, laughing at you and your body clinging onto him in fear of dropping to your death. It makes it worse that he doesn’t do it slow, he flies so fast you can hear the wind slicing through the air, your arms only wrapping around his neck trying to get even closer than you already are.

“Lilia…! Lilia! Put us down—! I’m gonna die…!” you can feel his hand pat your head as he tightens his grip on your body.

“Aww…don’t worry, as long as I’m here you won’t fall!” you believe him, but that doesn’t make you feel any safer at all…

- Despite how decrepit the Diasmonia castle is, there are still photos of its rein on the wall. In an attempt to know your targets better, you look at some of them, immediately recognizing Lilia in one of the frames… But, his aura seemed different, more cold, more cruel… He was bloodied, and you’re sure that body he’s holding is what you think it is, but, he doesn't have that usual crazy happy look he has when he catches his next meal.

-Just how did Lilia end up like this?

- Survival: Undocumented

Sebek Zigvolt [ Swamp Monster ]

- He says you’re pathetic. (He continues to leave flowers specific from his swamp at your door) You’re not… You’re not very sure what he thinks of you…? He says you’re a coward, yet continues to gift you plants after you offhandedly mentioned how you think they’re pretty. So… What does that mean…?

- Maybe they’re poisonous… Heh… Maybe you can use them on Crowley—

- Your plan of attack is interrupted as a booming voice bursts your ear drums, the source of distress being the green being covered in moss, water, and vines. You follow the trail of plants leading from the swamp to the creature behind you, a bear, wrapped in controlled swamp foliage by the monster of the water. Sebek huffs and chastises you for such carelessness, but the feeling of you scooping his hands into yours and thanking him with a smile makes the words on his tongue go numb. Not for too long though, as he tells you obviously a beast like him can handle such lowly creatures, no wonder you didn’t notice.

- Before you came along, according to Silver, the water he resides in used to be a mess, as he said “Lilia believes it to fit my role of Swamp Monster, so I shall keep it!” so he kept it the way it is and let it out control. But, apparently, after you, it subtly became neater, flowers adorning the ridges of where once was messed moss, his water adorned with petals of your favorite color, the place even smelling like your favorite scent. He tells you it’s just a change of scenery for Malleus, not anyone else, you only smile at him, not replying. Malleus doesn’t have the same favorite scent.

- Like his fondness for nature, his power of water is equally as tantalizing to watch. He didn’t know you were there, but you were watching him train, your eyes becoming more entranced in his movements when you saw him become sidetracked from his patience for a moment. A book was laid in front of him, one that he delved deeper and deeper into with interest. It seems he has a fondness for literature, so after that, you would leave books you had at his residence, watching with amusement at how fascinated he was. Unfortunately, you walked up to him once when he was meant to be training, and in attempt to hide his hobby, he flicked his hands and let the water swallow every page in aqua.

“I have been training this whole time human…!”

“Ah, I got you all those. Now they’re wet…” He acts like he doesn’t care, but he secretly feels bad, so discreetly, he attempts to piece every page lost in the water together before presenting you with a new book.

- Survival: Swamp

Silver [ ??? ]

- Honestly, his abilities are lighthearted when not used to a heavy extent. He can eat dreams of those who sleep, typically, nightmares. There have been rumors spreading of a night creature who creeps into rooms, sucking the ambitions and hopes of its victims… They’re not wrong, if he’s called upon too often he’ll strip the person of all their wants and, dreams. Go a step further, and he might as well suck the life out of a human.

- But… You know he doesn’t mean to… At least you hope not.

- Sometimes your judgment feels misplaced when you watch him go overboard in his hunger, his trance only capable of being broken when you grab him by the shoulder, maybe even point a blade at him in desperation.

- He can travel into dreams. You’ve caught him lurking in your conscious one too many times to count. It’s not like he’s devouring your fantasy, but you can’t help and wonder why he’s almost always there. He doesn’t change what’s happening in it, he doesn’t destroy it so… Why is he there so often?

- it’s ironic, a creature who lives off the manifestation of people’s conscious, sleeps so much. You remember sorting through flowers Sebek had “gifted” you, (You’re not sure if it counts as gifted considering he threw them at you saying “they’re frail, just like a weak human.”) and Silver had sat right next to you, begining a sentence before dropping his head into your lap, a deep slumber commencing on your thighs.

- He wakes up ready to apologize, but the feeling of your hands gently playing with his hair, is enough for him to fall back asleep immediately.

- He’s a lot more welcoming to stay with compared to the rest of the monstrous residents of Diasmonia. If you’re free from Malleus and Lilias's grasp, you’re quick to run over to him. He’s typically sleeping, so, when he’s nodding off you sit down next to him, slowly placing your head on his shoulder as you fall asleep. If you’re to be trapped here for a bit, it wouldn't hurt to have some form of comfort in this run-down place.

As you fall into slumber, you secretly wish to meet Silver in a dream again.

It’s coincidental that he wakes up the moment you place your head on him, it’s a pretty sight to him. He hopes… you’ll stay here, he enjoys your company too much. As soft snores leave you, his hands move on their own, grasping onto your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours.

It’s selfish, he was raised to do what he must to survive as a monster by his father. So he knows, what he feels is natural, but there’s a lingering thought he shouldn’t feel this heavy about a human… He doesn’t wanna let you go.

- Survival: Dream Feasting

Neige Leblanche [ Angel ]

- It’s… a bit unnerving how kind he is… You understand he’s a supposed Guardian Angel specially dedicated to your well but goodness, he was not very good at his job.

- He essentially watches you go about your day, occasionally blessing you to see your eyes light up with happiness.

- Despite how much he grooms the feathers on his back, he never lets you get too close to them, folding them back up when you’re near enough to see them more intricately or graze your fingers on them. It never bothered you, truly, he’s so nice to to you you could never be suspicious of him.

- He had to attend to personal matters once when you were eating together, his wings fluttering before he ascended. A pair of feathers had fallen in place of where he once was, One plumage was as white as snow, and the other…

- Was as dark as ebony.

- Survival: Being Good

Rollo Flamme [ Human ]

- He’s always been by your side.

- He would never be one of those wretched filthy beasts. He’s always cared for you when you couldn’t care for yourself.

- Don’t look at him like that. Why… Why is there scorn in your eyes…? He’d never hurt you, never.

- You’re the only sanctuary of purity in his life, he wants to embrace you. He always has, your happiness has always been his.

- He has always wanted to save you from the hellish life mother nature had dealt you.

So please…

- Let him hug the one thing he cares for one more time. And…

Forget the white lie he gave you.

- Survival: You

The day is today. The date you left Rollo without saying even the slightest hint of a farewell. It has been 364 days, without you.

It’s a sorrowing sight for coworkers of his who know how close you are. But, if they had just looked closer, the looming feeling of festering jealousy would no doubt impede their senses.

Rollo knows he can feel it. He will find a way to drag whatever wretched beasts are ruining you with their filth, down to hell.

“Ah! Mr.Flamme, Hello Hello—!” ringed fingers slam mercilessly into the wood of a desk, any harder and he might’ve broken it. “Be careful…! This desk is expensive…!”

“It’s been a year since [Name] left for these jobs… Why aren’t they back?” Rollos on the verge of bursting a vein, the only composure he has left is strung together by the thin thread of hope he has of you coming back, coming back to him.

“Well, My little Birdie is—”

“There is no My, and there is no Birdie, don’t call them that.”

“Possesive much…”

“It’s not posseviness.” Crowley only nods at him, obviously, he doesn’t believe the man, but he’ll pretend if it means moving this conversation along.

“I will answer your question in due time, now would you please… remind yourself why it is you’re here in the first place?”

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A/n Did I do a shit ton of research about monsters and their abilities for this, a post that was meant to be a shitpost? No, who would do that? (I would). Anyways, I hope this can satisfy Monster!Twst enjoyers while I work on the heartslaybul chapter, I promise I’m working on it to make it the best possible! (Blame the economy for my lack of activity on it)

[harunayuuka2060]

*Maleficia sat upon her throne, a nagging sense of unease settling over her. Just then, Baul strode into the throne room and dropped into a bow the moment his eyes met hers.*

Baul: Your Majesty—

Maleficia: Has something happened to my grandson's friend?

Baul: ...Yes, Your Majesty.

Maleficia: ...

Baul: ...

Baul: I beg your forgiveness, Your Majesty. The fault is mine alone. I permitted the ancient texts to pass unfiltered, never imagining they could endanger one without magic.

Maleficia: ...

Maleficia: I must see to this matter personally.

Baul: Your Majesty, I implore you to reconsider! At this very moment, MC is under the protection of a dire magical beast!

Ace: AH! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!!

Deuce: I-Is that... GRIM?!!

*Everyone stared in shock at the scene before them. From a distance, the entire Ramshackle Dorm was engulfed—floating shards of mirrors glinted in the air, briar thorns coiled menacingly, and eerie blue flames burned all around.*

*—And Grim stood at the entrance in his monstrous form, blocking the way. He roared at them, a clear warning to stay back.*

Vil: Spudlings! You told us the Prefect was the one who overblotted! So why is Grim affected too?!

Leona: Grr...

Malleus: *frowning*

Riddle: Idia-senpai! Do something!

Idia: Wh-Wh-Why are you yelling at me?!

Riddle: You abducted Grim before!

Idia: Ugh... Wait. I'll call Ortho—

Azul: No! This situation is different.

Riddle: Different? It's just Grim!

Azul: Can't you sense it?

Riddle: *confused* What do you mean?

Azul: *his expression turned even more serious*

Azul: Despite being kilometers away from Ramshackle Dorm, not even a breeze stirs.

The other dorm leaders: ...

Ace: Are you saying we should head back?!

Deuce: How about the Prefect?!

Azul: We're saving them, but we can't rush in blindly.

Azul: Isn't that right, Leona-senpai? Malleus-senpai?

Malleus and Leona: ...

Leona: Yes. Herbivore is going nowhere.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: I will inform my grandmother about the situation.

Kalim: Your grandmother?

Malleus: Yes. She voiced her concerns previously. Had I only been more observant...

MC: You did well, Grim.

MC: We don't need anyone getting involved in my problem.

Grim: *growls*

MC: Ah, right. I'll fix this soon, so please bear with me for a bit.

*The mirror behind them glowed, revealing the reflection of a fallen angel.*

*The Ramshackle ghosts exchanged worried glances before vanishing into hiding.*

Baul: Observer's curse?

Maleficia: I only met that child once, but I could tell they’d sooner destroy themselves than let the curse win.

Baul: What horrors does this curse bring, Your Majesty?

Maleficia: Legends of it have lingered for ages—each tale more gruesome than the last. But one detail never changed: the cursed never survived the weight of their own remorse.

Baul: ...

Maleficia: That’s why I need to see the child myself, Baul.

[heartsiebyul]

╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Pineapple makes what?

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featuring — Trey : Leona : Jade : Jamil : Rook : Idia : Silver x male! reader with first years. cw: slightly suggestive.

Your friends have been noticing you giving your boyfriend a container of pineapple almost every day and are starting to wonder why.

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ᝰ Trey Clover

You handed Trey a small container of pineapple before his next class, smiling sweetly. “Cut them this morning. Hope you like them,” you said, kissing his cheek.

Trey blinked, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. “Again? You’ve really been into giving me pineapple lately…” Still, he popped a slice into his mouth and smiled softly. “Sweet as always. Thanks, sweetheart.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, kissed you on the lips, and walked off, still chewing.

As soon as you sat down with your friends, Ace leaned in with a look of suspicion. “Okay, that’s the fourth time this week. Why pineapple again?”

Jack frowned. “You’re feeding him like it’s some kind of ritual.”

Epel added, “It’s weirdly consistent.”

You simply shrugged and leaned forward with a grin. “They say pineapple makes semen taste sweeter.”

Deuce choked on air, Jack dropped his fork, Epel and Ace's eyes went wide, and Sebek shouted, “THIS IS FOUL!”

You just sipped your juice casually. “And he has no idea~.”

ᝰ Leona Kingscholar

Leona was sprawled under a tree when you dropped a container of pineapple onto his chest and kissed his cheek. “Eat it well~”

He lazily cracked one eye open. “Pineapple again?” he asked, grabbing it. “This better not be your idea of flirting.”

Still, he ate it, chewing slowly. “Tastes better than last week.”

You smiled. “I picked the sweetest one.”

Stretching lazily, he mumbled, “Nice.”

“All for you, baby,” you replied with a grin.

He yawned and kissed you on the lips, then tossed the empty container into the grass. “Go eat.”

You joined your friends at the lunch table, and Ace immediately pointed his sandwich at you. “Okay, why are you feeding him pineapple, only pineapple?”

“That’s, like, the fourth time this week,” Jack muttered.

“Why pineapple?” Epel added.

You leaned in and said casually, “Just read online that pineapple makes, y’know… certain fluids taste better.”

Silence fell.

Deuce turned bright red, and Sebek slammed both hands on the table. “You’re flavoring him like a snack?!”

You just gave a lazy grin. “King of the beast’s gonna taste like a tropical juice.”

ᝰ Jade Leech

You passed Jade the pineapple while he stood outside his classroom. “For you,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Again?” he asked, amused. “You’ve been remarkably generous with pineapple lately,” he noted. He slowly took a piece and ate it right in front of you, lips curling into a mysterious smile. “Mmm… sweet. You always surprise me.”

“Glad you like it,” you replied, holding back a laugh.

As soon as you returned to your seat with your friends, all five of them turned to you in sync.

“That’s day five,” Ace muttered. “What is going on?”

“You’re definitely up to something,” Deuce said.

Epel added, “Kinda fruity of you, literally.”

You grinned and said quietly, “It’s because pineapple makes your boyfriend’s cum taste better.”

Deuce nearly fell off his seat. Jack groaned. Epel and Ace burst out laughing, and Sebek looked physically ill.

“YOU’RE TAMPERING WITH HIS ESSENCE?!”

You held your head high. “The ocean just got sweeter.”

ᝰ Jamil Viper

Jamil sighed when you appeared in the hallway and handed him the pineapple container.

“Again with the pineapple?” he asked, raising a brow. “I’m starting to think there’s something in it.”

He opened it anyway. You gave your most innocent smile. “It’s just fruit, baby.”

He narrowed his eyes. Then, popping a piece into his mouth, he chewed thoughtfully and muttered, “Okay, it’s… really sweet. Almost too sweet.” He squinted at you. “I will find out what this is about.”

You only smiled and kissed his cheek.

The moment you returned to the lunch table, your friends immediately surrounded you.

“What are you doing to Jamil?” Deuce asked. “That’s pineapple like four days in a row.”

“You trying to enhance his dance moves or something?” Epel snorted.

You leaned in, voice low. “Saw online that pineapple makes a guy’s stuff taste better.”

Everyone froze.

Ace screamed. Jack slapped a hand over his face. Deuce and Epel looked horrified. Sebek was twitching.

“YOU—!” Sebek started, but you just smirked.

“for research purposes.”

ᝰ Rook Hunt

“Ah, l’ananas~! (pineapple)” Rook beamed as you handed him the container near the courtyard. “Such a golden fruit! Mon amour, you never fail to delight me with your romantic fruit choices.”

He took a bite and sighed dramatically. “So ripe… so luscious… What secrets does this fruit carry, I wonder?”

“You’ll find out someday,” you said with a smile, kissing his cheek. “But not today.”

Rook winked. “A mystery! How enticing~!”

You hadn’t even made it back to the table before Ace blurted, “Okay, that’s it. Spill. What’s with the pineapple?”

Jack looked disturbed. “He talks about it like it’s making him feral.”

“That’s the fourth time this week,” Epel added.

You smirked. “It sweetens your boyfriend’s cum. Found it online.”

Silence fell.

Then Epel shouted, “TMI!”

Deuce exploded. “HE THINKS IT’S A LOVE LANGUAGE AND YOU’RE JUST… SEASONING HIM?!”

Sebek looked horrified.

You just giggled. “Just an experiment.”

ᝰ Idia Shroud

Idia was glued to his computer, gaming in his dorm when you nudged a pineapple container onto his desk.

“Eat now, Player 1. Real food. Now,” you said, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

He barely looked up, but grabbed a piece and tossed it into his mouth. “Pineapple? Again? But… mm. Sweet.”

Pause. “Like gummy fruit with stats boosted.”

You snorted. “Call it a buff.”

“Flavor buff unlocked,” he muttered, continuing to game, completely unaware of the real perk he was getting.

You returned to your usual spot, where your friends were waiting.

“You feed Idia pineapple?” Ace laughed. “What’s the plan? Juice his RAM?”

“Maybe it helps his crit rate,” Epel joked.

You smirked and said, “It makes semen sweeter.”

Jack groaned. Deuce looked like he lost brain cells. Sebek shrieked.

You just smiled. “If he ever gets out of the basement, he’ll be ready.”

ᝰ Silver

You handed Silver the container in his classroom just before he could doze off again.

“Snack time,” you said, kissing his cheek.

He blinked slowly and took it with a soft smile. “Thank you…” he mumbled. “Oh? Pineapple again?”

Now confused, he glanced at you. “Why do you have so much pineapple?”

Still, he ate one piece, then leaned against your shoulder and sighed. “Always sweet… You always take care of me.”

“Always will,” you whispered, kissing his temple as he drifted off with the container still in hand.

Back at the lunch table, your friends exploded with questions.

“WHY DO YOU INSIST ON FEEDING SILVER THIS FRUIT?!” Sebek cried.

“You’re slipping him something, aren’t you?” Jack asked, clearly suspicious.

You held up a hand calmly. “It makes his cum taste better.”

Silence.

Then Ace burst out laughing. Deuce’s face turned bright red. Epel screamed. And Sebek stood up like he was about to issue a royal decree, horrified.

You just shrugged. “Just experimenting.”

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𖦹 I swear, it was way funnier in my head.

𖦹 Sooo, I was eating a pineapple earlier and immediately remembered this fact from years ago, either someone told me or I just saw it online, lol.

[fangirlingpuggle]

More thoughts on reverse AU. (Links here and here)

Shen Yuan ends up thriving in the abyss, he ends using knowledge to solve a lot of problems and tame beasts, the demons in the abyss end up trying to put Shen Yuan in charge, he is constantly running away form it like 'NO, NO I DON’T WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN THE PLOT, I JUST WANT TO BE A SHUT IN HERE IN BASICALLY HELL AND NOT GET MURDERED’

Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan meeting up on one of the times Shen Yuan has been wondering peaks and finding creatures. The 2 basically spider man meme each other and alliance of we are gonna figure out how to survive this shit, after Shen Yuan tries to kill Shang Qinghua as soon he realizes Airplane 'YOU HACK AUTHOR’.

Mobei Jun then starts hovering over Shen Yuan because he can sense Shang Qinghua he’s been around him (No ones sure how) cue Luo Binghe scooping up Shen Yuan and getting in Mobei Jun’s ace like 'Stay away from my disciple I’M THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO BE SUSPICIOUS OF HIM’

Luo Binghe keeps trying to interrogate Shen Yuan only it doesn’t work because Shen Yuan is terrified but also Luo Binghe’s speeches are so cool he’s so awesome and is just looking at him with stars in his eyes and Luo Binghe is feeling things and very confused.

Shen Yuan is also so genuine and always worrying about Binghe’s health because 'The poor protagonist has had to go through all airplanes shitty writing and his tragic backstory, Binghe should take care of himself and rest while he can once he gets into his revenge on all demons arc he’ll be so busy and won’t be able to rest especially when he becomes king and gets his harem’.

Luo Binghe is just like 'Genuine affection and care I what???- this is a trap I know this is a trap, he’s planning something’ but anytime Shen Yuan is smiling at others Luo Binghe is just angrily glaring and so jealous like 'No only plot against me i’m the one you want to destroy right? so only smile at me’.

All the other peak lords are like we should be doing something but we’re not touching this shit with a 5 foot pole. But please sect leader stop yeeting our disciples who are finds with Shen Jiu off the mountain when they try to visit him, also please do something about your second in command trying to get bride-napped by a demon lord.

[aryaryxoxo]

I have a fucking crush on the guy and you expect me to play a game against him—HIM?! Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem! reader

“Woah, look at that spike!” one of the commentators exclaims, eyes wide as the ball slams into the court with a deafening thud. The receiver dives instinctively, arms outstretched, but the sheer force of the ball knocks it past his reach, skidding across the floor. The crowd erupts in a mixture of awe and gasps.

“Ushijima is truly a beast,” another commentator adds, shaking his head in disbelief. “That kind of power—it’s like the ball bends to his will.”

“It’s no surprise that he’s the ace,” the first commentator continues. “His form, his precision, and the sheer strength behind every swing. You can feel the tension rise every time he jumps.”

On the court, Ushijima lands with calm composure, barely reacting to the roar of the crowd. His teammates rally around him, feeding off his quiet dominance, while the opposing team scrambles to regroup, rattled by the raw intensity of his spike.

“Rumors say no one has ever come close to blocking him,”

..

“Would you look at that, you’re trending again, Wakatoshi~!” Tendou beamed, practically shoving his phone in Ushijima’s face.

Ushijima didn’t even spare it a glance. He sat quietly, arms crossed, gaze distantly at the scenery behind the window.

Tendou scooted closer, persistent as ever. “Look! Someone said your spike just ended a man’s volleyball career. There’s even a meme of you turning into a missile. Come on, this is gold.”

Tendou laughed, but Ushijima remained silent.

I don’t understand why people are so interested, he thought. I just spike the ball.

“Okay, we’re nearing Tensei International Academy. Be ready,” Akira Saitō announced, standing from his seat to get the athletes’ attention.

At the mention of the academy’s name, a wave of murmurs swept through the bus. The once quiet vehicle now buzzed with chatter—excitement, and curiosity. 

“Isn’t that the one with the massive campus?” Kai whispered.

“I heard they own two Olympic-sized swimming pools,” Jin said, leaning into the aisle.

“Oh, and they have their own currency,” Yunohama chimed in, eyes wide with disbelief.

“No way. That’s insane.” 

Akira glanced back at the team, lips twitching into a small smile at their amazement. It was no surprise—they were seeing it for the first time. 

After all, this was the first time Tensai International Academy would be hosting the annual volleyball summer camp. Although the official start was still two days away, Coach Washijō had insisted they arrive early so they could have the Tensai players to themselves for a little while.

“And also,” Goshiki added, his voice rising just enough to stand out over the chatter, "It houses some of the best athletes in the country—including the ace.”

Goshiki emphasized the words with dramatic flair, eyes gleaming as he turned to look directly at Ushijima. Every head in the bus swung toward him, like a synchronized movement, their eyes fixing on Ushijima, who sat near the window, unmoved by the sudden attention.

He could feel their gaze, even if they were behind him—heavy, curious, waiting for his reaction.

He had heard the rumors. Whispers that had been circulating on the internet, growing with each passing day, about one player at Tensai International Academy who possessed skills so extraordinary. 

It was as if she were two steps ahead of everyone on the court, every move a calculated strike. Some even claimed her vertical leap defied physics, and her agility was beyond anything they'd ever seen.

The video clips that were being shared showed her lightning-fast reflexes, her incredible power behind every spike, and an uncanny ability to read the game.

“Rumors say she could rival Wakatoshi Ushijima,” Goshiki added, eyes still fixed on the ace.

…

“Holy shit, this is a huge court,” Semi said, his eyes wide with disbelief. He wasn’t exaggerating. The volleyball court gymnasium was massive, far larger than the one at Shiratorizawa.

“Oh, you’re early!” Hiroshi Takeda smiled at the team as they entered the gym, his warm gaze sweeping over them.

“Coach Takeda! Long time no see!” Akira called out, grinning as he stepped forward. The two shared a brief side hug, the kind of easy camaraderie that only old friends had.

“I must say, I’m not surprised when Coach Washijō said you’d be having a match when you arrive,” Coach Takeda laughed. “You know him,” Akira replied.

“The boys will be here soon. Why don’t you make yourselves at home? Change and stretch first, yeah? Your changing room’s over there.” Takeda pointed toward the silver double doors near the left corner of the gymnasium. “You can leave your stuff there for now; the bedrooms are still being arranged.”

The team shuffled toward the locker room, setting down their bags. Some of them paused, eyes wide at the spaciousness of the room, clearly impressed by the luxury it offered.

“If this is the locker room,” Tendou said with a grin, looking around in awe, “imagine the rooms we’ll be sleeping in for the next two weeks.”

Ushijima simply set down his bag and changed into his jersey, his focus entirely on preparing for the match. 

“Did you think she would show up?” Goshiki asked, glancing at Semi as he too changed into his jersey. Ushijima didn’t need to know the name, to identify who exactly they were talking about. 

“From what I know, Tensei's women's volleyball team is part of a summer camp in Brazil,” Semi shrugged, slipping on his shirt.

Goshiki’s eyes lit up at the mention of Brazil. “That is so cool! I wish I could go to Brazil.”

Well, that’s unfortunate, Ushijima muttered quietly to himself, his expression as stoic as ever as he zipped up his bag. Coach Washijō had made it clear: he needed to shut down the rumors about Y/N L/N being able to surpass him. 

He paused for a moment, glancing toward his teammates, who were stepping outside the locker room, chatting among themselves. Maybe I should do some research on her, he thought, the idea lingering in his mind for a second. But then, he pushed it aside. There was no point in overthinking it now.

Ushijima grabbed his water bottle and followed his teammates out, his focus sharpening once again on the match ahead. Even if it was just a friendly, it was still a match—and he had no intention of treating it lightly.

Once outside, the Tensei men’s volleyball are now stretching on the other side of the court. They notice Ushijima stepping out and most of them, mostly first year gape at the site of him. 

“Haruki, where is Kaito?” Coach Takeda asked, holding a clipboard.

Haruki, the captain of the Tensei men’s volleyball team, jogged up to the coach. “He’s sick, sir. Caught a cold last night.”

“Perfect timing,” Takeda muttered, shaking his head in disappointment. “I’ve told that kid a hundred times—stop drinking soda.”

Across the court, the Shiratorizawa team was scattered across the sidelines, stretching and warming up. A few paused mid-stretch, catching bits of the exchange.

“Kaito Kobayashi isn’t here? Damn it, I was actually excited to block his spikes,” Tendou groaned, lying flat on the floor as he stretched his legs side to side. His tone was more disappointed than playful.

“That means they only have one spiker,” Ushijima said calmly, arms crossed as he looked toward the court, already analyzing. He could see a blue haired man, arms now wrapped around Haruki’s shoulder. 

“Or maybe he’s just scared he’ll have to face Shiratorizawa’s ace,” Ren chimed in with a grin, laughter spilling out. Ren Sakuragi—the one spiker left on Tensei’s lineup.

“Ren Sakuragi,” a sharp voice rang out, slicing clean through the chatter and bouncing off the gymnasium walls,  “I can’t believe you’re backstabbing sweet, sweet Kaito like that.”

The air shifted—heads turned. The atmosphere thickened, as if the court itself was holding its breath.

But the voice had no clear source. The Shiratorizawa players exchanged confused glances, scanning the court.

Then, they noticed the Tensei team—every one of them looking up.

Slowly, their eyes followed the silent cue, rising toward the gymnasium balcony.

And there she was.

Bathed in sunlight streaming from the high windows, standing tall with arms crossed, the words “Glory to Tensei!” printed in bold behind her like a crown— Y/N L/N.

“I thought you were supposed to be in Brazil—sipping coconuts and swimming with the pros,” Ren called out, teasing from the court below.

Y/N smirked, leaning casually on the railing. “I thought you might miss me,” she replied. “So I stayed.”

The Shiratorizawa team went silent, their eyes widening in surprise. Tendou, who had been lying on the floor moments ago, shot up in disbelief, his mouth slightly agape.

“Wait, that’s her?” he muttered under his breath, eyes flicking between his teammates. His grin widened, both impressed and intrigued.

Ushijima’s gaze remained steady, but there was a faint shift in his posture. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but the sight of her—so confident, so poised—felt different from the rumors he’d heard. He wasn’t one to be easily distracted, but something about her presence drew his attention.

“The flight got canceled,” Emi Kobayashi, the Tensei women’s volleyball setter, replied flatly, her tone deadpan. “We’re flying out on Tuesday.”

As the news about the flight delay settled, Coach Takeda cleared his throat, catching the attention of the Shiratorizawa team and their coach.

“I must apologize for the lack of our spiker today,” Coach Takeda said, his tone a bit sheepish but still composed. “Kaito’s absence has certainly put us in a difficult spot. I assure you, we’re just as disappointed as you are.”

Coach Washijō raised an eyebrow but nodded politely, his arms crossed. “Good thing she’s here, right?” He gestured toward Y/N, who was gracefully making her way down from the balcony.

“What?” Y/N barely caught herself on the stairs, her foot slipping as she almost lost balance. She shot a look at Coach Washijō with wide eyes. “Sir, with all due respect, I look like I just ran through a marathon in a tornado—in sweats and crocs,” she added, gesturing down at her mismatched outfit and wild hair, clearly not prepared for such attention.

The gymnasium erupted in soft chuckles as the tension broke, and even some of the Shiratorizawa players couldn't help but smile at her sudden, unintentional comedy. Tendou is particularly eyeing Ushijima.

“From what I heard online, you once won a match barefoot,” Coach Washijō said with a sly grin, glancing toward Y/N. “And besides, everyone’s expecting a match between you two, Today is the perfect time, isn’t it?” he added, his eyes shifting toward Ushijima, who was standing quietly off to the side.

The moment his gaze landed on Ushijima, the atmosphere in the gym seemed to tighten.

That’s the problem, I can’t play a match against HIM

Miyu: How much do you bet Y/N is crying right now because she cannot witness HER Ushijima play upclose? Natsuki: 1000 yen. Girly pop sis is probably bawling Y/N: I’m still the captain mfs Miyu: A captain in loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Natsuki: im still confused why you liked that guy anyway.  Natsuki: Isn’t he like stoic? Emi: Oh god, what did you do Y/N: Ushijima Wakatoshi is not stoic, that’s... ugh, I mean, have you SEEN him?? 😍  Y/N: Like, seriously, the guy is PERFECT. His spikes? Literally untouchable, like he could break a wall with that thing.  Y/N: And don’t even get me started on his height. I swear, I have to look way up just to meet his eyes.  Y/N: 🤩 It’s like I’m staring at a literal giant. And his focus? Honestly, I’ve never seen someone so laser-focused and still look like they’re cool about it??  Y/N: He just has this presence, y’know? It’s like... he's in another level. 👀 Y/N: Oh, and when he wears his jersey? I’m sorry, but I think I might just die from how good he looks in it 😅.  Y/N: Like, how can anyone NOT have a crush on him? It’s honestly impossible! 😳💖 I could go on, but you get the point, right? 🤭 Emi: …

I have a fucking crush on the guy and you expect me to play a game against him—HIM?!

 “Y/N?” Coach Washijō's voice cut cleanly through her internal chaos. She blinked, snapped out of her meltdown like someone had slammed a cold towel to her face.

“Can you be the replacement spiker? It’s a shame that we came all this way just for you guys to be incomplete,” Coach Washijō asked with a tone so polite it was almost suspicious—but Y/N could smell the BS from a mile away.

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, not from embarrassment—well, maybe a little—but from the sheer absurdity of it all. A sudden friendly match, her Crocs still on, hair looking like she’d fought a hurricane, and now her teammates giving her that look. The kind that said: "Go on, miss hopeless romantic. Your prince awaits."

Y/N gave them a deadpan stare. "Traitors," she muttered under her breath.

One of them winked, while another gave her a thumbs-up. The entire gymnasium seemed to hold its breath, all eyes trained on her, waiting for her response. Y/N's gaze drifted to Ushijima, whose expression remained unreadable, yet there was something in the way he looked at her that filled her with an unexpected sense of courage. This match had been long overdue.

"Fine," she huffed, turning back to the coaches. "Give me five minutes to not look like I rolled out of a laundry bin." 

…

“Not gonna lie, this isn’t what I expected from someone whose nickname is The Ace,” one of the Shiratorizawa players murmured, thinking Y/N couldn’t hear. She did. And it didn’t surprise her anymore. It was the same response she’d gotten from every team, every gym, every court.

Y/N was on the floor, having failed to block Ushijima’s spike. Her timing was off, her hands missed the ball completely, and the next thing she knew, the floor was greeting her a little too harshly. “My ass is already flat!” she yelled, pushing herself up and giving her teammates a sheepish smile.

The score was 1-5, in favor of Shiratorizawa. This is good, she had seen enough. The energy in the gym was thick, tension hanging in the air, but she had her eyes on the prize now. Ushijima is next to serve—just as she had planned.

"Place me in the position where, after Ushijima’s serve, I’ll be next to serve," Y/N had told Haruki before the game started. 

The whistle blew, sharp and loud, signaling the serve. Ushijima’s eyes narrowed, focusing on his target. With a swift, fluid motion, he tossed the ball into the air. 

Y/N braced herself as the ball came hurtling toward her side of the court. From the first six points, she knew they would try to make her receive it. They had seen her slip, and now they were counting on it. 

But Y/N positioned herself on the court with an almost eerie calmness, she knew exactly what to do. Haruki had passed the ball with precision, and the setter, effortlessly set up the play, delivering a perfect pass straight into Y/N’s hands. She could feel her muscles tense as she lifted her arm and spiked the ball directly toward Goshiki.

It was a setup. A trap.

Goshiki was caught off-guard. She could see it in his eyes—he wasn’t prepared for the left-side angle. He struggled, misjudging the timing and the angle of the ball. The ball bounced up, too high and unsteady for him to control, giving Y/N a moment of satisfaction. 

Shirabu, the setter for Shiratorizawa, dove toward the high ball without hesitation, his eyes locked onto the ball. He passed it up to Ushijima, who stood ready to strike. The timing was perfect for Y/N, and just as Ushijima leaped, ready for another of his signature spikes, Y/N readied herself.

She didn’t let the moment slip.

With a well-timed jump, she leaped higher, positioning herself perfectly at the net. She stretched her arms forward and waited for the impact of the ball. Ushijima’s spike came down with devastating speed, but Y/N was prepared, looking at Ushijima, it felt like time stopped. her hands firmly blocking the ball with precision. The sheer force of Ushijima’s spike collided with her block, and it bounced awkwardly off her hands.

The court was silent for a split second as the ball ricocheted. But the moment was fleeting. The ball didn’t fly toward the Tensai side; instead, it spun off the other side, nearly impossible for anyone to recover.

The Shiratorizawa side scrambled—arms reaching, feet stumbling into desperate positions—but they didn’t stand a chance. They were caught off-balance, a half-step behind, trying to react to a move they hadn’t even seen coming. The ball slammed into their court with a thud. Silence cracked for a moment—then the referee signaled the point.

The Tensai bench exploded with cheers, clapping and shouts echoing across the court. But Ushijima wasn’t listening.

He was staring at her.

Y/N stood tall on the opposite side, her breathing steady despite the heat of the rally. Then, she turned—eyes locking with his. There was no cocky grin, no mocking smirk. Just a smile. Calm. Confident. Unshaken. She turned her back on him without a word, walking toward her teammates. 

Ushijima felt his heart jolt in his chest. Not from adrenaline. Not from anger. Something else.

Something dangerously close to admiration or...

… 

The final whistle echoed across the gym. The scoreboard: 20–25, in favor of Tensai. Gasps and murmurs filled the stands, mixing with cheers from the Tensai bench. They had done it.

The match had been heated—relentless spikes, brutal blocks, and moments of pure chaos—but Y/N had played it like a chess game. Every move calculated, every fake deliberate. Her plan had been simple, yet ruthless: force the Shiratorizawa players to chase her tempo, not their own. And it worked.

The players lined up along the net. One by one, hands were shaken. Tendou reached her first, grinning wide despite the loss. “You got me good,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear that set was going cross, but nope—dump shot.”

Y/N grinned. “Aw, don’t feel too bad. I only do it to people I like messing with.” Tendou snorted. “That’s somehow worse.”

She laughed, but her voice caught in her throat as she saw the next player. Ushijima.

Her pulse skipped. He extended his hand, silent and stoic as always—but when Y/N reached out, he wrapped his fingers fully around hers. Warm. Firm. Gentle.

Y/N could feel it—her knees almost gave out. Yup, I was going to die. Right here, right now, in the middle of the court. No glory, no spike. Just death by hand contact.

“Looks like we finally did what they wanted, huh,” she managed, forcing her gaze to stay on their joined hands instead of his unreadable expression. Her voice tried for playful, but her heart was doing full gymnastics.

There was a beat of silence. Then— “Yes,” Ushijima said quietly. Then he was gone. Just like that.

She finished shaking hands with the rest of the Shiratorizawa team. She was just about to escape the chaos when she heard it. “Y/N~!” Y/N didn’t even have to turn to know. Miyu, Of course.

Y/N sighed and turned slowly, bracing herself like she was facing a final boss.

Miyu stood there with heart-shaped eyes, literally sparkling with mischief, phone in hand like a weapon. “Can you take a picture with Ushijima?” she asked sweetly, voice dipped in fake innocence.

“What.” Y/N froze. 

“One picture! Come on.”

“I—what—no—why would I—?”

And that’s how she ended up standing side by side with Ushijima, the scoreboard behind them. Miyu was practically vibrating with excitement as she took the photo. Y/N forced a smile, heart thundering, especially when Ushijima shifted just slightly closer, their arms brushing. The camera clicked.

Miyu: *sent a picture* Miyu: you two look so cuteeeeeeeeeeeee Natsuki: Y/N looks like she going to explode lol Y/N: because i am  Natuski: My baby finally touched her husband Y/N: that sounds so weird  Miyu: also, i sent it to Ushijima 🤭 Y/N: WHAT HUH WHAT Natsuki: GIRLGIRLLOOKATUSHIJIMA’SIG Y/N: ….djndimsajdbasjda

Y/N abandoned the chat and clicked on Instagram, thumbs trembling. There’s a new notification, @.wakatoshi_ushijima tagged you in a post. Her heart stopped a bit when she opened it.

There it was—the picture. The scoreboard glowing behind them, their arms nearly touching. The caption read: “Well played, @.Y/N_.”.

Y/N stared at her screen, frozen. Her brain short-circuited.

Oh no. She was falling. Hard.

Then a message popped up in the group chat.

Emi: the summer camp is cancelled due to an overlapping schedule. Coach said we’ll be joining the boys’ summer camp instead. Emi: They’re doing mixed scrims.

...

A/N: USHIJIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA part 2? hehe

Warnings: grammar and cringe (?)

[occamstfs]

Keep On Trucking

Jonah thought he'd hate the rental truck he got when he flew back home. But after throwing on a hat he found in the cabin it seems like he's liking the thing more with every passing mile.

Thought we could do with some more sentimental southerner TFs so here we are ! Happy surprise that it coincides with a certain Texan AOTY ;) Sweaty, strong, and sweet, hope you enjoy Jonah's journey to a new home in the country! -Occam

It must be some form of cosmic comedy that Jonah’s only rental option was this wretched gas-guzzling juggernaut. Sitting a good fair few feet above every other car on the road, the truck that’s been foisted onto him simply demands attention. There’s a tight-lipped grimace on his face as the laundry list of insults he’s hurled at people who drive these fragile masculinity-mobiles over the years rush through his mind.

He’d never say them to a driver of course, both from a general fear of confrontation and a healthy fear of large loud men. His insults thrown never escape the glass panes of his Elantra. Nothing more than playful jibes to help work through the fear of sharing the road with drivers who could literally roll over him, and oft seem to want to. Just barking self-soothingly, like a chihuahua at a caged great dane.

His self-consciousness at plowing down the highway is interrupted however as a small car quite similar to the one he drives back at home veers towards him. Thankfully the road is not too crowded as he swerves to avoid the red speed-demon who flips him off before shooting ahead, surging into the distance to escape the sound of Jonah’s horn blaring. 

The nervous young man clutches at his shirt as he feels his pulse in his head. Eventually he sees the red pinpricks of brake lights disappear and his hands stop shaking from the near-collision. Sighing, he tries to steady his breathing and hopes the rest of his nerves will follow suit. Only then does the strangest thought occur to him ‘Thank god I was driving a truck.’

Jonah rubs his smooth jaw and grumbles to himself, “I guess there are some upsides to driving a freakin’ tank, ugh.” As he puts it to words he can’t help but continue thinking on the matter, besides maniacs like that little punk, people are probably way more likely to respect me on the road driving this thing. He wistfully stares at the road ahead lost in thought, though before taking the leap further to the lofty thoughts that people are more likely to respect his masculinity and authority in this beast, he shakes it off and clears his throat.

“Ugh I need a coffee or something.” Squirming in the seat slightly, only then does he notice the continued discomfort from his brush with danger; He’s sweating up a storm. Cranking up the AC as high as it goes he wipes his brow and tries to push sweaty hair out from his face. When a heavy drop falls into his eyes causing him to shout a hearty “fuck!” He pulls over to the side of the road and searches for a headband or something to solve this issue, “God why’s it so hot in here!”

Looking down at his now clearly sweat-stained shirt he groans, no way is he going to show up to his hometown friend’s party looking like such a slob. He briefly considers using the sweaty top to hold back his hair but thinks better of it, giving it a sniff he finds his deodorant has not been nearly as effective as it usually is. Frowning and going straight to the source he smells his pit and immediately cringes away, “Man what is up with me today? It’s like I forgot to put it on.”

Distracted by his strange overheating, the still-present need for a headband, and now wondering what on Earth he’s going to wear to his friend’s, Jonah doesn’t notice how, beyond the bizarrely more powerful scent, he has begun to change. The few thin curls in his armpit have multiplied without his notice, stretching longer and spreading beyond their usually trimmed patch. Each new strand drips with sweat, permeating his new musk as he scrambles about the cabin looking for some bandana or hat.

“Duuuuub-” Jonah’s hand bumps into the brim of a hat which he quickly yanks out from the dark recesses of the rental truck only to tilt his head as finding a tacky camo baseball cap, “eugh-” After rubbing his hand through his sweaty hair once more, he grimaces and throws it on anyway, “sorry to whoever's hat this is-” It’s not like he’s going to be seen in the kitschy backwater cosplay, he just needs to make it to a store or somewhere where he can buy a shirt and hair tie, then he’ll be scot-free.

Checking the time with a gasp he returns to the open road without much thought at all, leaving him totally unaware as his hair begins to creep into the cap. Long dirty blonde curls shorn to almost nothing, shortening into some short masc choppy look that doesn’t even have a name. Far from his mind’s eye the idea of going to a barber for years buries itself and begins spreading tendrils towards other inactive memories, “Been a few weeks Rob- Just give me the usual.” Were he to picture the memory he would surely see a man who is not himself in the mirror.

The mirror? His eyes glance to his rearview and he gasps as he sees it’s suddenly angled way off. His usual anxiety quickly makes itself known in his sweaty chest. Eyes wide and on the road he doesn’t look down to catch as each quivering heartbeat leaves his chest wider, sticking out further as disparate strands of muscle begin to bulge. In the few half-seconds of him checking his other mirrors Jonah’s chest begins packing on quite the impressive pecs. “Musta- er Must’ve bumped it or, something?”

Going to adjust the mirror his usually careful hand forcefully bumps into it, grunting he wonders how. He didn’t even lean forward, which he knows he had to do when he first got in the truck. His arm would have to be almost half a foot longer. Throwing his hazards on he quickly pulls over once more, again neglecting to notice his changed hair in the mirror as he instead gasps in shock as he sees the arm of a behemoth dangling from his shoulder. 

In the minute since throwing on the ratty ball cap his arms have begun to grow. Every twitching movement on the wheel, every extension, even the slightest adjustment of his now less-than delicate fingers has been sending waves of change across forearms to which the idea of muscle definition is anathema. His mouth falls open as he takes notice of biceps that would have easily erupted from the sweat-stained shirt he had on, or rather, any shirt he owns. 

Jonah tries to process the meaty hands at the end of meatier arms, staring at the movement of individual muscle fibers under tight, suddenly tanned skin. He gulps as he sees them twitch with every accidental movement, power he can hardly understand coursing through them. His lip quivers into a grin as the idea occurs to flex them and he raises his arm to do so, exposing his tangle of pit hair and allowing sweat to drip down his chest.

Though just before getting the chance to truly indulge and delight, feeling the cold rivulet racing down his side he looks down to discover the new weight hanging on his chest. His eyes shimmer with wonder as he stares at pecs as sculpted as Michelangelo’s David now bulge from under his neck as it too thickens with another harsh swallow. His voice drops while his rougher hands go to cup his pecs, rubbing the few apparently shaved hairs as they begin their regrowth.

Despite his usual lucidity and rationality, something about seeing the rugged arms and chest of a man twice his size, something about feeling the strain of new biceps moving or seeing his handful of almost invisible chest hairs darkening alongside a congregation of new curls, his mind is awash with instincts that don’t seem his own. He smirks as he looks at his reflection in the now-adjusted mirror, higher in the seat both from his body lengthening as well as from sitting straighter with pride, he scratches at the stubble appearing on his chin and turns back to the road thicker brows furrowed into a cocky sneer, “They’re gonna be all fuckin’ over me at this party.”

Dragging his attention from his bulking body back to the road, Jonah can’t help but continue thinking about what a stud he’s becoming, what a stud he is. So focused on the strength ambient within him, delighting on the sensations coursing through him as he playfully flexes his arms and chest, that he hasn’t chance to notice his thoughts truly changing alongside his form. Suddenly a Texas-shaped bottle opener dangles from the set of keys that look far too beat up for a rental company to hand out. Obviously of course, why would a rental company have his truck?

One hand on the steering wheel, Jonah can no longer resist groping at the growing bulge that strains his pants. While it’s been certainly hard since the first glimpse of his bulging bicep, as his pride grows so does what may as well be the source of his masculinity. With each clumsy rub and grasp of his package as it threatens to break free from his pants, he continues to become the man to match his apparent wheels.

So too does his truck slightly shift to perfectly display the man that now identifies as its owner. The floorboard where a ball cap was hidden is littered with detritus from living in the country. Dirt paints the once spotless chassis of the vehicle and at the same time, hair thickens on his form as pubes inch above their brief containment, connecting with a treasure trail that begs to expand.

His balls throb as his once imperceptible treasure trail indeed races to cover the whole of his stomach before racing up to a chest that yields to its own mouth-watering pattern of fur. Pits still dripping with sweat lengthen and spread tantalizingly close to meeting with his garden of chest hair.

Jonah grunts as his new bulge grows large enough that the constriction is outright painful. Freeing his impressive rod it becomes clear that his accusations of redneck truckers compensating could not be further from the truth, in his case that is. His seat creaks under his weight as he squirms to pull his pants down to his knees, freeing bulkier thighs and a perfect bubble butt as both are similarly painted with haphazard brushes of hair. Inner thighs coated with curls add to the rugged forest around his pre-dripping package while new curls on his ass tickle against his warm, sweat-covered seat.

Halfway to masturbating he bites his lip as he tries to restrain his desires and continue driving, though the pushing down of his rigid rod so easily shifts to tugs and thrusts. His sticky, wanting breaths fertilize the growth of stubble on his face that will never vacate and a mustache sticking to his upper lip that will always be just a tad thicker. Meanwhile his calloused hands continue to tantalize a cock  edging closer to a release that he will not let yet arrive. Moaning from the intense need of his loins he grits his teeth and powers down the road voice deep and clearly accented as he whispers to himself, “Gotta save mah spunk for the party…”

Still with each slow grasp and pull towards release, his form continues to pack on weight and slick with denser forests of hair. So too does his outfit change to match his new life, with each half-thrust into his hand the brim on his hat widens, its cheap camo-green fading as it becomes a Stetson that any man of his stature demands. Slightly dressy pants stain blue and roughen into jeans while his shirt disappears entirely.

Finally, shoes that have given up the ghost long ago to feet that would cause anyone’s eyes to widen begin staining brown and reforming. Long, hairy toes that stick out from the once tennis shoes are corralled into the dark, expensive leather of genuine cowboy boots. The new soles click against the pedals of his truck and his thicker brows continue to furrow as he struggles not to cum at the sound of his beast rumbling down the road.

At long last Jonah comes up on the turn to his friend’s little shindig and he sighs in relief at making it before he spills a load on himself. Turning down a long dirt driveway he narrows his eyes as he feels something amiss, would’ve sworn his friend lived in a suburb or somethin’. But then he blinks and remembers obviously not. His boys’d never wanna share their streets with self-important, pretentious pricks. 

Parking in the grass alongside a handful of other trucks, Jonah grunts as he forces his cock down his jeans, its outline quite the clarion call down his pant leg. Buttoning up and cinching a gaudy belt-buckle, Jonah steps out into the party, grabbing a couple of six packs of Lone Star and waddles over to the gathered crew. Taking a deep breath of the cold dusk air as the sun begins to sink past the horizon, though beneath the smell of the woods there is a clear undercurrent of sweaty bodies and something richer, saliter.

Depositing beers that were once a host’s gift and some seltzers, Jonah turns to be greeted by cheers of burly men that seem to have already paired off. Scratching his stubble as he looks for his own quarry his eyes alight onto one shy looking twink standing to the side. Seems he didn’t get the memo that this isn’t some post-ironic gathering, not even wearing a cowboy hat. 

More than ready for some fun, Jonah grabs a discarded hat on the table and wanders over to the lone man. The twink eyes him with a wry smile as he can’t miss the obviously altered gait, they then widen when he recognizes the man as Jonah, “J- Jonah!?” his mouth drops open and his eyes glaze over as something readjusts, “You’ve really, uhm- filled out?” Though even as he says it the idea of the late-comer looking any different than this seems incorrect. 

Jonah ignores the man, Anton, and deposits the hat on his head, leaning down he whispers in his ear, “Evenin’ Ant. You wanna go have some fun?” Anton’s mouth waters as the larger man stands close enough to wash him in musk before deliberately jabbing him with his thick bulge. He babbles something as the new hat blurs his thoughts a tad though it’s more than clear that the thin man, bored out of his mind, has been looking for excitement that only Jonah could bring all night.

Arm around Anton’s shoulder, Jonah escorts him to the back of the nearby barn, already littered with cans and clearly stained by haphazard bodily fluids. Neither man cares as they begin to use the wall just as seemingly every party-goer before them has. Jonah pushes him against the wall and the pair indulge in each other as if there were nothing else in the world. The hat falls from Ant’s head as he begins to change with or without it. His trimmed pubes rapidly stretch above his hairless waistline, racing to connect with chest hair that isn’t even there yet.

His waxed face scratches against Jonah’s itchy jaw and his mouth waters with hunger and jealousy. Before he can even consciously wish for something similar, his own face is overcome with the burning sensation of pores expanding into stubble that has never been given the chance to seed bursting forth. Soon enough his entire face is overtaken by thick lancing curls of a beard. After not much time at all the pair are worked up enough that making out is not nearly enough.

Even as his suitor puts on weight and muscle mass, Jonah easily hoists him up and finally makes use of his new heavy cock. It’s not clear how long the pair exercise their new forms behind the barn. Ant’s rushed initiation into the world of assless chaps and hairy backs and Jonah’s final steps into the hard-working world of farm living last forever and no time at all. Though by the end both men are thoroughly consumed by their new hairy, muscled selves. 

Their hairy bodies rub against each other as new lives together bloom in their minds. Maintaining a small homestead in the town they grew up in, often traveling into the nearby city to show city-folk that country boys ain’t all bad and making it clear to any small minded townies that they better treat their fellow man with respect or get what’s coming to them.

As they reach what must be the apotheosis of their new forms both men lose control at the same time. Awash in the heightened sensation of their new powerful selves and lost in love for each other stronger than they ever thought they’d achieve, Ant and Jonah stumble out from behind the barn.

Ant walking with a gait that can only mean one thing since they certainly weren’t horseback riding. The pair are jeered at by their fellow country queers and finally enjoy the party. It’s a joyous celebration of the first day of the rest of their lives surrounded by their fellow odd folk. When Jonah’s eyes fall back upon the truck he’s been driving for bout a decade now he can’t help but smile in contentment. She ain’t the prettiest wagon in the west, but she got him here. Surrounded by butches and bears alike Wade sits on a bench and pulls his man onto his lap, “Gonna be a good night Ant.” The pair crack open beers and drink in the new world around them, eager to see what their lives together have in store.

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Is sebek racist? Only a fun question, do not take seriously

Hello hello! Thank you so much for this question, I have been so excited to discuss Sebek's speech patterns since Book 7 reached EN~🥳

Silver says outright that Sebek can be prejudiced at times and Lilia states in the beginning of Book 7 that Sebek is the very picture of his grandfather, from the way he talks to the way he thinks.

We as the players do not realize how literally he means this comment until later in Book 7 when we meet Baul Zigvolt and realize that their speech patterns have a lot in common:

While maybe difficult to put across in the English-language adaptation of the game, Sebek has always spoken very old fashioned.

(Ace: "Okay grandpa, you gonna take her for a buggy ride next?")

He will occasionally say "this Sebek" in reference to himself, which Baul also does. (They are also both canonically quite loud, possibly another trait that Sebek adopted from Baul).

Sebek will also infamously refer to others using the 貴様 form of "you," which doesn't really exist outside of fiction and is such a rude form that it is practically a swear word. More here ->

Sebek uses it constantly, in everyday conversation.

And see Baul using it in Book 7 just all the time, with everyone except his superiors such as Lilia and Maleanor (there is even a time he becomes very angry and uses it with the senate).

Also like Baul, Sebek will switch to the extremely old-fashioned and formal "kiden" to refer to people who have impressed him. More here ->

Sebek's battle cry of "I'll swallow you whole" even seems to come from Baul!

And another thing Baul did in Book 7: refer to Sebek as human rather than by his name until Sebek earned his respect, which we have also seen happen between Sebek and Azul.

(In a Nightmare Before Christmas voiceline Sebek refers to Zero as a ghost and then a dog, eventually settling on his name, while he refers to Jack Skellington as "Bones." Is Sebek not just calling out humans, but referring to everyone by what they are rather than who they are?*)

(Does he simply yell human more than "dog," "ghost," etc., because humans are the species we have seen him interact with the most? It was confirmed in the novels that mermaids, beast-people, etc., are all referred to as "human" within the Twst universe, which has yet to be confirmed by the game but also has yet to be disproved.)

Sebek also refers to Grim as "dire beast."

There is a significant moment where he shifts to calling both Grim and the prefect by their names in Book 7, which the prefect even has the option of acknowledging aloud: "Whoa, you called me by my name?"

In a Harveston sub-plot Sebek even refuses to use an honorific with Epel's grandmother Marja until she proves herself worth of his respect.

Silver calls Sebek out on his inappropriate use of "kisama," while both Riddle and Sebek scold him for referring to people as "humans."

Whereas Epel's rude speech patterns can be explained by how it is a part of the dialect he was raised to speak and therefore he doesn't know any better (more here ->) Sebek is consciously and intentionally speaking down to others until they prove themselves worthy--is this something he learned from Baul?

Sebek says that Baul provided him with "an enriching education," but what exactly did that education entail?

Lilia expresses frustration with Sebek's inability to adapt to society, but canonically Sebek has only been outside of Briar Valley for 6 months, while he's been emulating his grandfather for 16 years.

Lilia says that Sebek has always been close to Baul and Jamil has a line of, "When admiration goes too far, the consequences can be dire."

I always assumed this was meant to be about Malleus, and while it still might be, is it also a reference to Sebek's devoted imitation of his beloved grandfather?

And we can go even deeper if we want, though this goes into theoretical territory:

Sebek was born after Briarland had already fallen to its invaders, but he was raised in a community where the war is still living memory.

Baul fought to protect his home against those who overran the land, exploited its resources, labeled him a monster, and drove them all into a fraction of their former territory.

He remembers what Briarland was before it the invasion, he fought to save it, he failed, and he survived to help put what was left of the country back together.

And then his daughter married someone who is potentially a direct descendent of the very invaders who had spent years killing anyone who looked like him and destroying everything he'd known (with even his native language possibly disappearing: Sebek says that speakers are "somewhat rare" in modern day, as the fae have generally adopted Common as their language of choice).

Sebek: "This has been weighing on me ever since we entered Lilia's dream. That my own father's distant ancestors may very well have been involved in all this too..."

And due to the long lifespans of the fae he isn't the only one with trauma and loss that feels both recent and personal.

Sebek and his siblings were not raised amongst the offspring of those who survived the war but the literal survivors themselves, unlike the humans to whom the wars are ancient history.

Sebek: "You must remember: from Lilia, Grandfather, and Malleus's perspectives...the Dawn Knight is not likely someone they consider to belong to the 'distant past.'"

While not confirmed in-game, it is not too wild to imagine that Sebek has chosen to ally himself with the survivors rather the invaders, and especially when he has been raised to idolize Malleus, whose own mother they killed not very long ago by fae standards.

While humans have been reproducing and dying at such a rapid pace that the current generation might not know that dragons are real, the same fae that managed to escape the slaughter are still there, and are now being met with the people born of those who stole their country but to whom there doesn't seem to be much significance to it all beyond a chapter in a history book.

And that might all be very well tied up in Sebek's use of "human"! (Disclaimer: this is all just a personal analysis and one of many possible explanations!)

Not only does it seem to be a speech pattern that Sebek has adopted directly from the grandfather he adores (and from Lilia and Malleus, who are also known to refer to non-fae as "humans" and whom he idolizes), but it may also be a reminder both to himself and to everyone around that while he may be two worlds in one, he does not approve of those that tore apart the community he grew up in, lest someone wrongfully assume that he agrees with the actions of his human ancestors.

Which would make it a form of self-preservation while growing up in a predominantly fae area.

Sebek's speech patterns and behaviors might be serving as a way for him to assert his loyalty to the fae, the people whom he admires, identifies with and was raised by, and distance himself from the humans who tried to eradicate them.

(If Sebek’s mother brought his father to Briar Valley from somewhere else (possibly Sunset Savanna) as has been implied, it’s possible Sebek’s human lineage isn’t tied to the invaders at all, but this is still vague.)

*Sebek refers to Sally as "Sally" throughout the Halloween event, using her name without an honorific but at least using it, much like he did with Marja. He also chastises Trey for failing to offer his hand to Sally and help her to her feet when she falls to the ground. Does Sebek possibly have a chivalrous side, not dissimilar to Leona? Memo: must check.

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 49

Other parts Here

(Divus is a Selkie and- as a Selkie- he has a diet of primarily fish and other small animals he can catch. Where he is surprisingly fast out of the water, he is fast enough to outswim some of the more agile Merfolk in the water. He is much larger in his Seal form and he is stronger as a Seal as well. Where typical Seals are rather neglectful parents, Selkies are infamously known for their obsessive hovering and extremely protective behavior over their Pups. When a Selkie decides a Pup is theirs- even if it is not a Selkie Pup by species- they become overtly hostile towards anyone who upsets or unsettles their Pups. Divus is the ideal model of Selkie behavior.)

Warnings; yandere, monster TWST AU, platonic yanderes, romantic yanderes, protective behavior, foolish behavior, clumsiness, unintentional shoving, creepy behavior, unwanted photos, seal daddy gets angry, potion hijinks, rainbow colors, fortune and misfortune, business savvy Cecaelia, Cecaelia, Sphinx, Hellcat, Satyr, Faun, Selkies, Unicorn,

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You sat looking out the window in your History class, feeling a little more than lost. It had been around two weeks since you really had the chance to attend any of your classes. Between the near Overblot, your sudden illness, and this increased influx of Ursus Minor around you, you were happy to just be back on a semi-normal schedule.

Vil and Rook went back to Pomefiore at the end of the second week of invading your dorm, Eric choosing to stay in Ramshackle for a bit longer. The younger Harpy still stopped by to visit- especially for research and socialization- as well as taking Grim out for what you could only assume was flight training. Eric was keen to remain out of view of the many other students that attended Night Raven College, insisting that he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to Vil. Though their relationship as parent and child was obvious to you, it was mostly unknown to other students and Vil wanted to keep it that way.

Riddle and other Heartslabyul students had gone back to their dorms- with Riddle returning for research purposes, like Vil- as they were no longer your guards for the week. It was a little sad to you, as Ace and Deuce were great videogame buddies, but you were also happy there were less beasts in your dorm. Thankfully, Trey still stopped by to cook with you on any given day and learn about what you could create with your many new appliances. The presence of the Kelpie was a soothing one as he picked up concepts quickly and could use his own knowledge to help you in the kitchen.

Alistair was still in Ramshackle given he was still deeply affected by his Overblot despite how well he was healing. Similarly, the three visiting Shinigami were also stationed in the older dorm building. You understood why they were still in your dorm, but that didn't mean that you had to like sharing the dorm with the group. Beyond just the several extras, the professors seemed to switch out who spent the night in your dorm. They likely did it to keep an eye on those who were not typically present and ensure you were still comfortable.

At least you had time to just exist even while you were in classes. The ever present subject of guards was to be addressed in the afternoon after classes, but you figured there were two possible choices. Scarabia or Octavinelle. You figured Pomefiore would be moved further back given the fact Vil and Rook had been around you for a week and a half. They needed to be in their own dorm for a bit as they were still the leaders of that dorm, so you figured the two dorms remaining were the two who were not as aggressive about your attention.

Even among your constant balancing act of keeping everyone calm, Scarabia and Octavinelle had been the least problematic. Azul had been a fantastic protector and aide when it came to the Spelldrive debacle. Kalim was clueless, but a sweetheart and seemed to actually want to be around you as best he could. Beyond the two of them, their respective Vice-Housewardens were also helpful when it came to keeping their Housewardens under control.

"Professor Trein, why were Humans considered pets? They were sentient, right?"

A student spoke up from across the room, one of the many first-years that you didn't know the name of. He was- at first glance- a cat man of some kind, though the particulars of his species were lost on you. He seemed keen to avoid looking at you even as he asked his question.

"Humans are magicless. Because of this lack of magic, many were considered to be lacking in agency and the ability to protect themselves despite their sentience. While I'm sure some of you may believe Humans are lesser due to their lack of magic, I can firmly assert that Humans are not- and should never be treated as- pets."

You couldn't help the displeased feeling writhing in your gut as several students glanced your way before quickly averting their gaze. Despite how you kept yourself quiet, Grim was not keen to do the same.

"My mama is not a pet!"

Grim's clear displeasure was only emphasized by the way his tail lashed angrily and how he hissed at anyone that glanced at you. He only calmed down when you rest your hand on his head, listening to the way he purred to you happily. Even if the others treated you like a pet or a fancy decoration, at least Grim would never see you in that light.

"You are correct, (Y/n) is not a pet. Despite the way Humans were treated as lesser, many Human centered cultures neared collapse upon the extinction of Humans. From caretakers, to emotional regulators, Humans served a much higher purpose than simply being pets. Many species are still mourning the loss of Humanity and- thanks to our own resident Human (Y/n)- countless disputed theories about Humans have been lain to rest. Our understanding of Humanity expands every day. It would be wise to keep in mind that theories do not always equal truth."

Trein returned to writing more information from the book in front of him, but you were keenly aware of the many looks you got. Though you figured most of those stares were not hostile in nature, you were not so foolish as to think everyone was friendly in the way they looked at you. Despite the consensus around Humans, you knew from experience that not everyone believed Humans should have the right to choose or even live among others.

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You stretched out, sighing softly from the sensation as you relaxed in your potions class. This class was, thankfully, inside of the Greenhouse, and Divus was quite content to allow you to pair up with the usual Goat duo. Deuce was barely paying attention as he added the various ingredients to what was supposed to be a simple color changing potion. He was far too busy chatting with you and trying to help you catch up on your notes instead of following the potion instructions.

Ace was grabbing various ingredients from deeper in the greenhouse with Grim as you looked over Deuce's- admittedly messy- notes. Luckily, you hadn't missed too much based on the limited notes that Deuce had. He tossed in another cut up herb without looking, the potion turning a gentle pink with a rather sweet smell.

While you were examining the swirling potion that sparkled in the dappled light of the Greenhouse, Ace came running back with Grim. His foot caught on the uneven ground beneath him and sent him sprawling to the ground, a few of the ingredients he was holding splashing into the Cauldron as he slid into it. The rough hit from Ace sent the cauldron tipping and spilling over the edge towards you. Deuce tried to reach out to pull you back, but only managed to push you forward into the tilted cauldron.

With a loud yelp you tumbled into the large cauldron, feeling the potion splash at your skin. What was once a bright pink potion was now an intense violet that tingled against your skin as you fell into the spilling cauldron. An intense and almost painful tingling overcame you as you curled up, trying to stay calm.

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"What is going on over here?"

The deep growl of Divus sounded out as the displeased Selkie came over immediately to check on what may have taken place. Ace and Deuce didn't know how to respond to the Selkie, not wanting to get in trouble despite what took place seconds prior. Grim, however, did not care about getting in trouble, he was concerned for you.

"Water-dog, help! Mama fell in!"

The frantic cries of the Kit made Divus tense in fury as he quickly reached in to pull his precious Pup out of the tilted cauldron. His fingers brushed against the edge of a Uniform's fabric, gripping it and yanking back to pull the soft Human from the violet potion. What emerged from that potion was not Human.

Shivering, and clearly not Human anymore, was a rather shell-shocked looking Seal wrapped loosely in a student uniform. The Seal was about the same length as the Human's height and seemed displeased to be hanging by their tail. That Seal in question turned its head to look at itself before letting out a loud and piercing shriek.

Divus almost dropped you as you wiggled and struggled in his grasp, unsure of how you wound up looking like a Seal. Your repeated and stressed barks broke through the surprise the others felt as Divus quickly set you down. Even on flat ground, you struggled to move, trying and failing to use legs you didn't have anymore as your uniform fell from your streamlined body.

Based on your lighter colored -and partially patterned- fur, you were likely a similar seal to Divus. There was an intense iridescence to the spots that made the patterning a lovely rainbow coloring compared to the almost clear fur on the rest of your body. Where you wanted to question the two idiot Goats about what it was they did to you, only angry sounding barks and groans got through as you tried to snap at them. You growled at the onlookers as Divus pulled his coat tightly around himself, the fur seeming to consume his figure and cover him entirely. He moved next to you as his full seal form took shape within the fur, laying by your side. the large Seal head of Divus turned towards you as a low rumbling sound met your ears.

"Take a breath, Puppy. It's okay."

"It's not okay! I'm a Seal! How did I even get turned into a Seal?! Nothing about this is okay!"

"Shh..."

The larger Seal rest his head on top of your own, rumbling out a purring sound that somewhat calmed your frantic heart. Divus was a much larger Seal than you and his low voice was surprisingly soothing to you. Acting on instinct, you found yourself using your front flippers to push under the larger flipper of Divus, whining out a gurgling noise of discontent. He allowed you to burrow beneath his side and nuzzled your cheek with another low vocalization.

"I doubt those two Pups even realized what was actually supposed to go in this potion. It seems they created a temporary transformation potion that resulted in you becoming a Selkie, like myself. I can help you shed your fur so you can still move around as your Human self, but I am uncertain how long the potion will last. It is only temporary, however."

"I demand to know what is going on! (Y/n)'s collar pinged us, where is she?"

The Selkie gave you a long sniff, his nose nuzzling through your fur as he snorted. While he continued to inspect your fur, the sound of many footsteps met your ears making you look up with a whine as a group approached. The group seemed to be comprised of Housewardens and their accompanying Vice-Housewardens as they all rushed into the Greenhouse. Riddle was the first to voice his distress.

Ace and Deuce both looked exceedingly sheepish as their ears angled back before they silently pointed at you and Divus. Riddle seemed at a loss for words when he saw you glaring at him from the eyes of a Seal. It seemed like the Unicorn and the other Housewardens were at a loss as to what they should say or do.

"Dumb Cards and Shovel pushed Mama into the potion we were making and she turned into a water-dog!"

You grumbled in an attempt to correct Grim and tell him you were technically a Seal, but the sound came out as a series of barks and huffs. That was all Riddle needed to hear as he turned to face Ace and Deuce, his golden hooves slamming against the cobblestone of the Greenhouse flooring. Red seemed to take over his face as he snorted loudly in anger, head tilting down to point his horn threateningly at the two Goats.

"You pushed her into it!? What if it was a dangerous potion? WHAT IF SHE GOT HURT!? OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!"

Ace let out a distressed baaing sound as the metal collar clamped around his neck, Deuce suffering the same fate. You were still trying to figure out how to use your flippers when Divus moved next to you. As he slowly stood, your fur seemed to melt off of your body, loosening and and falling away in one uniform coat.

Despite the freedom from your flippers, you were very aware of the fact that your clothes had fallen off while you were a Seal. Part of you questioned why Divus' clothes seemed to meld into his being when he transformed, but you figured it had something to do with his magic abilities or the specific clothes he wore. Your discomfort was more than obvious as you scrambled to pull the fur you now wore close to your body to hide your exposed skin.

Divus picked up on the problem quickly and turned to face the curious students that were staring at you. You noticed more than a few phones were out and you felt your entire body burn in embarrassment. It was clear that Divus noticed it too.

Within seconds, phones were flying out of the other student's hands and into the Selkie's waiting palm. It almost seemed like the offending students were about to complain about their phones before they got one look at his serious expression and thought better of it. He was fuming in anger.

"Detention. All of you. Feel lucky we are not in the Queendom. You mongrels know that the price for upsetting a Human and making them even slightly uncomfortable is several years of prison time. I know several of you misbehaved whelps are from the Queendom and answer to her laws. Don't think for a moment I won't report this harassment."

That seemed to be enough to make the students back down as they weren't keen to challenge the Selkie that growled at them. You frowned as you watched all of them try and fail to hide their interest as you held your newly-formed fur close to your body. As Divus turned back to you, he waved his riding-crop above your figure. That pale gemstone hanging next to the red collar on the hilt glowed and you felt a familiar ensemble cover you beneath the fur. The clothing now adorning you was a complimentary outfit to the one that Professor Divus wore.

Your top was a mix of black and white fabric with red accents on the buttons and trim of the clothing. It was one of the many outfits Vil had helped tailor to your body when they first began crafting clothing for you to wear outside of your uniform. Even with how similar you looked to Divus, there was still that ever present and hungry look on the others.

Truth was, you had been somewhat hoping that this newfound form- temporary though it may be- would help dampen or completely smother your aura. Clearly that was not the case as the others just seemed more interested in you now that you were technically a monster like them. Of course it wouldn't be that easy or simple, otherwise the other Humans would have done it before their extinction.

The 'how' of the matter was obvious as the potion had clearly changed effects with whatever it was that Ace had tossed into the cauldron paired with Deuce's less than careful additions. Why you became a Selkie of all things was lost on you, but perhaps some of Divus' fur had gotten into the cauldron itself and changed the potion. Either way, you were stuck like this until it wore off.

"Here, Puppy," Divus started, sliding what looked like a silver bracelet onto your wrist, "because this change is only temporary, it would be best to give you something to allow you to take on your new Seal form without the aid of a magical being. That being said, do be careful when swimming that you can get somewhere safe if the potion begins to wear off. I am happy to teach you what I know about the differences between your forms."

The bracelet itself was a simple design that had a small clear crystal charm on it where you assumed the magic charging it was held. Part of you was extremely thankful that the Selkie was skilled enough to enchant something like this at a moments notice. Another part of you was elated that he chose to gift you a bracelet instead of another adornment on your collar, the weight already present enough on your neck.

"Perhaps now would be the ideal time for me to offer Octavinelle's esteemed services."

Azul spoke up, a coy grin playing at the corners of his mouth. This was an ideal opportunity to put Octavinelle in a favorable light with you and let you explore the extent of this temporary look into life as a Selkie. If you wanted to explore a more oceanic realm with this new temporary form of yours, what safer place could you be than the Octavinelle dorm?

You were going to be selecting a new round of guards after this class anyway, why not offer his services? He was also keenly aware of your interest in trying out a culinary class where you could share your cooking skills with others. There was no better place to test these new cooks than in the Mostro Lounge where he could only stand to benefit from your presence.

Beyond just the culinary world, your presence alone was sure to draw in countless students. Something about your new Selkie fur made it seem like there were rainbows trapped beneath the varied light of the Greenhouse. Perhaps a more intense light could really bring out that color in your fur. Truly, it was a beautiful coat and Azul already knew the disgustingly high price such a fine quality Selkie coat could sell for.

He would never sell it though.

No, such a treasure- if it lasted beyond the temporary nature of your time as a Selkie- was to be cherished and kept safe. Selkie fur already sold for a high price, the fur of a Human grown like a Selkie's fur? Priceless.

Azul sincerely hoped your fur would last and simply become an actual coat you could keep and wear. He could scarcely imagine how soft it felt.

"What game are you playing at, whelp?"

"No game, Professor Divus, you wound me! I simply see that I- and the rest of my dorm- happen to be in a position to render aid. Ocean water to swim in and remain safe, a kitchen that can be used for culinary classes, clientele that would happily taste-test, and a new set of guards. Why, to think I would offer so much and ask only to be selected as guards in return. Truly, my desire to help poor unfortunate souls knows no bounds! I won't even make her sign a deal with me."

Divus frowned at Azul before looking back at you for confirmation. Despite Azul's reputation of being sleazy and underhanded, you did trust him to protect you. He shielded you from Erikír's Overblot and had a good point about what you stood to gain from the loose deal he was offering. Besides, you did want to see what this new Seal form could do for you, even if it was temporary.

"I guess we don't need to have a meeting about it after class if we settle on it now... Fine. My guards for this week shall be Octavinelle."

[transformers-spike]

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Dos: Cybertronian x Human -TFP -TFA -TF:One -Skybound comics -G1 (to an extent)

Don'ts: Cybertronian x Cybertronian

Current writing: TFP -Grinding: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Mile High Club: Starscream x Reader (nsfw) -Fusion Cannon: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Voyeurism: Soundwave x Reader (nsfw) -Dreadful Intermission: Knock Out x Reader (links to AO3) tw:Noncon -Human Anatomy: Ratchet x Reader (nsfw) -Angst/Comfort: Optimus x Reader (nsfw but more fluff) -Threesome: Breakdown x Reader x Knock Out (nsfw) -Biting: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Bleed me dry: Megatron x Reader (links to AO3) tw:Noncon -Blueberry Drizzle: Knock Out x Reader (nsfw and links to AO3) -Pole dance ahegao: Soundwave x Reader (nsfw) -Let's talk: Starscream x Reader (sfw) -Kissing headcanons: Knock Out/Starscream/Megatron x reader (suggestive) -Blessed be your ignorance: SG Optimus x Reader (nsfw) -Be careful what you wish for: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -A little longer: Optimus x Reader (nsfw) -Visitors: Decepticons x Reader (nsfw and links to AO3) -Eating pussy headcanons: Autobots x Reader (nsfw) -Eating pussy headcanons: Decepticons x Reader (nsfw) -Mistletoe headcanons: Autobots x Reader (mostly sfw) -Tell me it's alright to cry: Dreadwing x Reader (nsfw + links to AO3) -Personal Worth: Starscream x Reader (nsfw) -Easy to seek hatred: Starscream x Reader (nsfw) -Guardianship: Starscream x Reader (sfw) tw: SH comfort -Pure adoration: Dreadwing x Reader x Skyquake (nsfw) -Cuddling headcanons: Decepticons x Reader (suggestive + AO3 link) -Pillow Talk: Breakdown x Reader (nsfw) -Tender is the flesh: SG Optimus x Reader (suggestive) -Into the jaws of the unknown: SG Optimus x Reader (sfw)

TFA -Soft Vore: Blitzwing x Reader (nsfw) -Petplay: Prowl x Reader (nsfw) -Never Enough: Ultra Magnus x Reader (nsfw) -Failure can be sweet: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Silence: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Exception: Starscream x Reader (nsfw) -To be loved: Blurr x Reader x Shockwave (links to AO3) tw:noncon -Cold shower: Blurr x Reader (nsfw + links to AO3) G1 -Unwanted Attention: Soundwave x Reader (links to AO3) tw:dubcon -Desired Attention: Soundwave x Reader tw:dubcon

TF:One -Derelict Desperation: Megatron x Reader (nsfw) -Spread your wings for me, golden boy: Sentinel x Reader (nsfw) (links to AO3) -Solitude: Alpha Trion x Reader (nsfw) -Unleash the beast: Alpha Trion x Reader (nsfw) -Sweet Ichor: Sentinel x Readers (nsfw) tw:dubcon

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-Dreadwing (spike and valve) -Megatron and Soundwave (spikes and valves) -Knock Out (spike) -Dreadwing and Skyquake (spikes and valve) -Starscream (spike/valve and showing off) -Megatron x human (nsfw) -Knock Out and Breakdown (valves) -Megatron meme redraws (sfw) -Megatron x human from Bleed me dry (suggestive) tw:noncon -Hand holding (Dreadwing, Breakdown, Starscream, Ratchet) -Hand holding (Soundwave, Megatron, Knock Out, Optimus) -Megatron, Breakdown, Dreadwing and Knock Out valveplug redesigns (nsfw) -Starscream x fem human (nsfw) -Ultra Magnus (spike) -TFA Sentinel (spike and valve) -Shockwave (spike and valve) -Breakdown (spike and valve)

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Fic fanart (they make me cry) Bleed me dry by @karinadele Bleed me dry meme by @athenafinn Bleedverse chapter 4 meme animation Eating out headcanons (Megatron) by @discountsurgery Breakdown spike (Dickdown) by @ace---hardware Tell me it's alright to cry (Dreadwing) by @discountsurgery Dreadwing failing at being a dad by @karinadele

Recommended reads (pls try them they're so good)

Fanfics -Burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar by @solain-rhyo (Ultra Magnus x reader) -We all go up in flames (going out in style) (Megatron x Reader) -All these false starts (Knock Out x reader) -Breaking Bread by @ss-shitstorm (Megatron x Reader) -Fortuna Primigenia (Optimus x reader) -Blackbird (Starscream x reader) -Physical Therapy (Ratchet x reader) -Faster Pussycat (Knock Out x reader) -Victory by @korpuskat (Decepticons x reader) -Multitasking (Megatron x reader x Soundwave) -Hideaway (Starscream x reader) -"Every breath you take" is not a love song by @hotdogharvester (Tarn x Reader/OC) -Take me Higher, Flyboy by @moodymisty (Starscream x Reader) -take a bite of my spark tonight by Monster Parade (Shockwave x OC) -Dreams of Woe and Metal by an Orphaned Account (Blurr x Reader) -Trauma Bay by Slyboots (Breakdown x Knock Out and Dreadwing & Skyquake) Tumblr ask blogs - @rawmeknockout - @rocksinmuffin - @smallestapplin - @pinkanonwrites Tumblr valveplug art blogs - @botmilf (maybe support them on patreon?) - @shapeofmetal - @sublimati0ns

[2b4st4r]

Hello~! Spot here :3

I was wondering if you could do a Whitebeard pirates x idol/model reader? It's just Reader being introduced to the crew by Ace (I wanted to spice things up a little, but I couldn't bear not including one of the ASL ówò')

It still has the same premise of Reader being 'apart' of the ASL when they were younger, but she soon figured out that being a pirate wasn't for her. Which she then became a famous idol/model. I'd think it be really fun if Reader's 'on-stage'/niche is the rude 'player'/'heartbreaker' catagory but in actuality she's just a sweetheart and can even be easily flustered just by simple compliments.

(I just love the ASL so much, they have me and my heart in a chokehold)

As always thank you for reading my request, take care of yourself, and have fun writing :D

A Pirate’s Heart, an Singing Soul 

White beard pirates[ace] x reader

Words:6,679

Warnings: use of y/n,undermining based off appearance.

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Growing up in the rugged embrace of the mountains, you found family in the most unlikely of places. There was Ace, fiery and protective; Sabo, the thoughtful and ambitious one; and Luffy, a whirlwind of rubbery chaos and unwavering dreams. Entrusted to the care of Dadan by the formidable Garp, your days were a blur of wild adventures. You chased down fearsome beasts, stood shoulder-to-shoulder against rogue pirates, and even engaged in spirited, if not slightly chaotic, competitions amongst yourselves. While your friends’ hearts beat with an undeniable rhythm for the pirate life, you often declared your own grand ambitions, promising to join them on the high seas as the captain of your own formidable crew. Even as a child, your spirit was as untamed as the wilderness around you, your strength undeniable.

Yet, there was another world that called to you, a vibrant realm where words danced and melodies soared. You loved the sensation of lyrics unfurling from your lips, your voice a beautiful instrument resonating with soft, clear tones. In solitary moments, you would lose yourself in movement, your body flowing through graceful yet joyously bubbly dances. Sometimes, you’d share this hidden passion with Ace, delighting in his rare smiles as you showcased your talent. You also reveled in the ritual of doing your makeup and choosing the perfect outfit, each choice a brushstroke in the masterpiece of your own unique identity. This was the true essence of you—a girl with a thirst for adventure, yes, but also with a soul deeply moved by the expressive beauty of art.

The years, as they always do, marched onward. The sting of Sabo’s ‘death’ left an indelible mark, and then came the inevitable departures. Ace, true to his word, set sail at seventeen, forging his own path before finding a new home with Whitebeard’s crew. Luffy, equally determined, followed suit at seventeen, his boundless ambition propelling him to form his own crew and eventually claim the mantle of a Yonko. And you? You too embarked on your own journey, gathering a crew, your own nakama, ready to carve your legend into the waves. But something was missing. The grand adventure, the camaraderie—it never quite settled right in your heart. So, with a quiet resolve, you disbanded your crew before you could even truly set sail. Instead, you turned your gaze towards the path you were always meant to walk. You sang. You danced. You adorned yourself in outfits that brought you pure joy. And the world took notice, for you were extraordinarily good at it.

Fame, for you, wasn't a slow burn; it was an explosion. One moment you were a girl with a dream, the next you were a supernova, dazzling the entire Grand Line. Your voice, once a private joy, now echoed in packed concert halls and spilled from Transponder Snails across every island. You became an idol, your face splashed across newspapers and wanted posters (though for entirely different reasons than your former pirate friends). You were on billboards in Sabaody, your songs sung by children in the North Blue, your posters adorning the walls of Marine strongholds (much to their chagrin). From the calmest seas to the turbulent New World, everyone knew your name.

You weren't just a singer; you were a phenomenon. Your performances were legendary, a breathtaking fusion of your powerful vocals, ethereal dances, and dazzling outfits that became trends overnight. You modeled for the most prestigious fashion houses, your unique style setting new standards. Every outfit, every hairstyle, every subtle hint of makeup became an instant sensation. You were an icon, a superstar, undeniably successful in a way you never truly were as a burgeoning pirate captain.

Yet, with this dizzying ascent came a different kind of reputation, one whispered in hushed tones and plastered in the gossip columns alongside your glowing reviews. You became known as a heartbreaker, a player. And honestly? The rumors weren't entirely baseless.

There was that flamboyant Warlord who sent you an entire ship filled with exotic flowers, only for you to politely decline his extravagant dinner invitation, leaving him to mope dramatically on the front page of the next day's paper. Or the stoic Marine Admiral who, after one of your concerts, tried to subtly slip you a love letter written on official Marine stationery – a letter you read, chuckled at, and then accidentally (or perhaps not so accidentally) left on a public bench. Then there was the notorious pirate captain from the New World, infamous for his iron will, who you reportedly led on for weeks with flirtatious glances and playful banter, only to leave him stranded at a high-stakes poker game to catch a last-minute ferry to your next performance. He'd been utterly smitten, and utterly devastated. Even some of your own managers and crew members weren't immune to your charms, often finding themselves hopelessly smitten, only to be gently but firmly redirected back to professional matters. You weren’t malicious, not truly. It was more that your heart, still beating for artistic expression and freedom, simply hadn't found a single anchor. You cherished your independence above all else, and commitment felt like a cage you weren't ready to enter.

Ace knew that smile. He knew that playful wink, even from a grainy newspaper photo. He knew the way her eyes crinkled when she truly laughed, a sound he hadn't heard in years but still remembered like a favorite melody. Her face was everywhere, from the World Economic Journal to the tabloids speculating about her latest rumored conquest. Her songs, those incredible, soaring anthems, drifted from every port, every town, even occasionally reaching the decks of the Moby Dick. And Ace? He definitely saw it. All of it.

He sat on the deck, a crumpled newspaper in his hands, his usual scowl replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated awe. "Look at her!" he practically shouted, shoving the paper into Marco's face. "Isn't she incredible, yoi?" Marco, perched on the railing, barely spared it a glance. Ace ignored him, turning to Thatch, who was meticulously sharpening his knives. "See that? That's Y/N! The Grand Line's Siren! And I knew her! Knew her before any of you even heard her name!"

He puffed out his chest, a wide, proud grin splitting his face. "She grew up with me, with Sabo and Luffy! Dadan's place, up in the mountains! We fought beasts bigger than us, took on pirates, had races... Man, she was tough even back then. Said she'd be a captain, always did. But this... this is way cooler than being a pirate captain, even if she did say she'd be the best!" He gestured wildly at the paper. "She's famous across the whole damn Grand Line! Even in the New World! And she sings! You should hear her sing, it’s… it’s like nothing else, yoi!"

Thatch chuckled, wiping a knife clean. "We know, Ace. We hear her music everywhere. Hell, even Pops caught a few of her songs on the Transponder Snail last week. Said she had a good voice for someone who wasn't a pirate."

Ace faltered, his jaw dropping slightly. "Wait, you guys already knew about her?"

"Of course we do, yoi," Marco drawled, finally looking at the paper. "She’s practically a household name. My little sister's got all her albums."

"And she's quite the beauty, too," Jozu rumbled from nearby, polishing his diamond arm. "Heard she's broken more hearts than even Whitebeard's shattered ships."

Ace's proud grin tightened into a slight frown. "Heartbreaker? What are you talking about?" He looked down at the paper, noticing for the first time the smaller, bolder headlines tucked beneath the glamorous photos. " 'Y/N: The Grand Line's Most Eligible Player?' 'Another Marine Suitor Left in Her Wake?' What is all this?!" He looked up, bewildered, at his crewmates who merely shrugged or grinned knowingly.

Ace stared at the newspaper, then back at his crewmates, his expression a mixture of disbelief and genuine horror. "A player? A heartbreaker?!" His voice rose, incredulous. "You mean Y/N? My Y/N? The one who used to patch up our cuts when we fell out of trees, who shared her last piece of candy even when she was starving, who cried when Luffy accidentally squashed a beetle?!" He couldn't wrap his head around it. The sweet, kind, fiercely protective girl he knew, now a notorious heartbreaker? It just didn't compute.

"That's the one, yoi," Marco confirmed, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Word is, she's got a knack for charming just about anyone, then leaving 'em high and dry. No harm intended, usually, but a broken heart's still a broken heart."

"Remember that Marine Vice Admiral, 'Iron Fist' Garp's protégé?" Thatch chimed in, wiping down his counter with a rag. "He apparently spent months trying to get a private audience with her. Sent her a whole fleet of supply ships filled with rare teas and jewels. She sent 'em back with a thank-you note and a single, perfectly formed rose. The poor guy hasn't been the same since. They say he paces the deck muttering about 'the one that got away.'"

Jozu grunted, adding, "And then there was that Revolutionary Army commander. Heard he tried to recruit her for their cause, saying her voice could inspire millions. After a week of intense 'negotiations,' he ended up resigning his post to become her personal bodyguard for a month. Said he'd rather protect her 'divine melody' than fight tyrants. She eventually had to politely but firmly tell him she didn't need a bodyguard and sent him packing."

Ace's face crumpled further. "So, she just… breaks hearts for fun?" he mumbled, his pride in her newfound fame warring with his confusion.

"Nah, not for fun," Thatch corrected. "More like… she's got a big heart, but it's not looking for a permanent docking spot, if you catch my drift. She's focused on her music, on her freedom. Commitment seems to be a dirty word to her."

"Plus, with a voice like hers, and looks to match, men just flock to her, yoi," Marco added, shrugging. "Can't really blame her for being selective, or for not wanting to be tied down by all that attention. She's a performer, after all."

Ace looked back at the newspaper, the dazzling image of Y/N's smile now shadowed by the scandalous headlines. His Y/N, the sweet girl from the mountains, was now the Grand Line's most celebrated, and elusive, siren. It was a lot to take in.

Ace crumpled the newspaper in his hand, the image of Y/N's dazzling smile now a challenge, a mystery he needed to solve. His Y/N, the sweet, kind girl, a heartbreaker? It was impossible. Or was it? He wouldn't know unless he saw her, talked to her, really saw what she had become. A sudden, fierce determination lit his eyes.

"That's it!" Ace declared, his voice ringing with newfound resolve as he pushed himself to his feet. "I need to see her. I'm going to ask Pops to take us to her next concert!"

Before Marco or Thatch could even register his words, Ace was a blur, rocketing across the deck towards Whitebeard, who sat regally in his captain's chair, sipping sake.

"Pops!" Ace boomed, sliding to a halt before the massive pirate emperor. "Pops, I need to ask you something! There's this idol, Y/N – she’s one of us, from back home – and she's having a concert soon. Can we go? Please, Pops? It's really important!"

Whitebeard lowered his sake cup, his gaze, sharp despite his age, falling upon his son. He listened patiently as Ace, with uncharacteristic earnestness, explained his connection to Y/N and his burning desire to see her.

"Hmmph," Whitebeard rumbled, stroking his magnificent mustache. He took another sip of sake, his eyes twinkling. "So, my boy wants to see a concert, eh? An old friend from the mountains, you say?" He glanced over at Marco and Thatch, who were watching with amused expressions. "And this 'Y/N'... she's the one making all that racket across the Grand Line, is she?"

Ace nodded vigorously, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, Pops! That's her! She's amazing! But... there are some things I need to confirm with her."

Whitebeard let out a deep, booming laugh that reverberated across the deck. "Gurarararara! Very well, my son. If it's so important to you, then we shall make a detour. A little music might do us all some good." He raised his cup. "Tell me, boy, where is this concert of hers?"

A wave of relief washed over Ace, and a triumphant grin spread across his face. "Thank you, Pops! Thank you! It's on Jaya! Next week!"

"Jaya, eh?" Whitebeard mused. "A fitting place for a reunion, perhaps. Alright, boys! Set a course for Jaya! My son wants to see his friend sing!"

The cheers from the crew were immediate, a mixture of genuine excitement for a break in their journey and amusement at Ace's obvious glee.

Marco landed beside Ace, shaking his head. "You really managed to pull that off, yoi. Jaya's not exactly on our direct route."

Thatch clapped Ace on the shoulder, a wide grin on his face. "Looks like someone's got a soft spot for the superstar! Just be careful, Ace. That 'heartbreaker' reputation isn't just for show, you know."

Ace just waved them off, his eyes bright with anticipation. "Nah, you guys don't get it. She's Y/N. She's not like that. I'm gonna find out what's really going on." He couldn't wait. He just had to see her.

Jaya's Dazzling Stage

The air in your dressing room on Jaya hummed with an almost electric energy. A week had flown by in a whirlwind of rehearsals, interviews, and final preparations for what promised to be your biggest concert yet. You sat before a brightly lit mirror, a faint, contented smile playing on your lips. This was your sanctuary, the quiet before the storm of adoring fans.

You picked up a fine-tipped brush, expertly tracing a delicate line of shimmering rose gold liquid eyeliner along your lash line, emphasizing the playful, almost mischievous tilt of your eyes. Next came a dusting of soft, peachy blush across your cheekbones, adding a youthful glow. You finished with a generous swipe of glossy, berry-stained lip tint, blotting it gently to achieve a natural, effortless look. Each stroke was practiced, almost meditative, a part of the ritual of transforming into the persona the world knew.

Your outfit, hanging meticulously on a stand, was a masterpiece of your own design: a flowing, iridescent gown that seemed to shift colors with every movement, catching the stage lights like captured starlight. It was daringly cut, showcasing your long legs, but flowed dramatically with a wide, ruffled skirt that would billow enchantingly during your dance numbers. The fabric was light, almost ethereal, allowing for complete freedom of movement. You slipped it on, the cool silk whispering against your skin as you adjusted the delicate straps.

With your makeup done and your gown perfectly settled, you moved to the final, crucial step: preparing your voice. You hummed a few scales, your vocal cords resonating with a rich, clear tone. You then launched into a series of complex vocal warm-ups, starting with soft hums and gradually building to powerful, sustained notes that filled the room. Your voice was a finely tuned instrument, and you treated it with the respect it deserved.

A gentle knock brought you out of your focused state. "Y/N! Five minutes!" your stage manager called.

You took a deep breath, the smile on your lips widening. This was it. You loved this feeling, this moment of anticipation. As the music swelled from beyond the stage, a wave of exhilarating energy washed over you.

You stepped out from the wings, the roar of the crowd hitting you like a physical force. Hundreds of thousands of voices screamed your name, a deafening, beautiful symphony of adoration. Spotlights bathed you in brilliant light, revealing a sea of waving hands and glowing light sticks. You threw your arms wide, a genuine, joyful laugh bubbling up from deep within you. This was your world. This was where you belonged.

The roar of the crowd was a tangible force, a wave of pure adoration that you rode with practiced ease. You grinned, your voice, amplified to reach every corner of the vast stadium, addressing the sea of faces. "Jaya! Are you ready to sing with me tonight?!" A deafening cheer answered you, thousands of voices uniting as one. You spent a few minutes bantering playfully, feeding off their energy, sharing a laugh here and a wink there, making each person feel like you were speaking directly to them.

Then, the lights dimmed, a single spotlight finding you center stage. The opening notes of your most recent hit, "Crimson Tide," swelled from the speakers. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over you, then opened them, a captivating intensity in their depths. Your voice, clear and powerful, filled the stadium:

"When the waves crash down, and the sky turns grey,

I’ll find my light, come what may.

Through the storm and strife, a silent prayer,

My spirit’s fire, burning in the air!"

You moved with the music, your iridescent gown shimmering, your every gesture imbued with emotion. The crowd was captivated, many singing along, their faces alight with joy. You were just reaching the crescendo of the chorus, your voice soaring:

"Oh, the crimson tide, it pulls me under,

But my heart's a drum, a rolling thunder!"

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash, a burst of heat, and an impossible amount of fire. It wasn't the controlled pyrotechnics of your stage show; this was raw, living flame. You didn't see what exactly happened, but in an instant, you were airborne, lifted from the stage, surrounded by the intense, orange glow of a roaring inferno. Yet, strangely, it didn't burn. It didn't hurt. It felt… familiar.

Instinct kicked in. Your years of training, of fighting alongside your brothers, surged to the forefront. You activated your Haki, a ripple of invisible force spreading from your body as you prepared to strike. This wasn't an accident; someone had grabbed you. You focused, intending to land a powerful, Haki-infused punch when a voice, incredibly familiar and laced with a hint of panic, rang out.

"Wait! Y/N, wait!"

Your arm froze mid-air. That voice... it couldn't be. Your eyes, now adjusted to the fiery haze, landed on the grinning, freckled face of your brother. Ace.

You hung suspended in the air, enveloped in Ace’s familiar, comforting flames, your Haki dissipating as the realization hit you. It was him. Your brother. After all these years. The confident stage persona, the one who effortlessly charmed thousands, crumbled in an instant. The adrenaline that had surged through you moments ago was replaced by a wave of dizzying nostalgia and an almost childlike shyness.

“Ace?!” The name spilled from your lips, barely a whisper, then louder, laced with incredulity and overwhelming relief. “Ace! What—what are you doing here? And why did you just… kidnap me mid-concert?!” Despite the chaos, a watery smile stretched across your face. It was the smile of the girl who used to tend his scrapes and share secrets under the starry mountain sky, not the siren who captivated the Grand Line.

Ace, still holding you effortlessly, grinned, a flash of his old, mischievous self. "Y/N! I knew it was you! Man, you're even cooler in person than in the papers! Look at you, all famous and shiny!" He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that pulled at forgotten heartstrings. "Didn't mean to mess up your show, but I just had to see you. Had to make sure you were okay, and... figure some things out." His eyes, so like Luffy's in their directness, searched yours.

He set you down gently, his fiery aura receding, but before you could fully ground yourself, he had you in a tight, bone-crushing hug. "It's been too long, Y/N! Way too long! Look at you, all grown up!"

You clung to him, the soft, sweet part of you taking over completely. "Ace! You idiot! I thought I was being attacked! You're still as reckless as ever!" But your voice was thick with emotion, and a genuine, unburdened laugh escaped you. "And you! You're a Whitebeard pirate! I heard... I heard all sorts of things! You look so strong!"

Aboard the Moby Dick

Moments later, you found yourself on the sprawling deck of the Moby Dick, the legendary Whitebeard pirates staring at you with a mixture of curiosity and thinly veiled anticipation. You could practically feel their expectations – they were ready for the confident, flirtatious idol, the 'player' they'd read about. They expected you to size them up, perhaps even fear them.

But as you stood there, the cool sea breeze rustling your iridescent gown, the shy, mountain-girl Y/N was firmly in control. Your eyes, usually bold and direct, darted around, taking in the immense ship and the formidable crew. Ace, beaming with pride, led you towards the giant figure seated in the captain's chair.

"Pops! This is her! This is Y/N!" Ace announced, his voice practically bursting with excitement.

You took a deep breath, your heart doing a strange flutter-kick in your chest. Before the mighty Emperor, the world's strongest man, the carefully constructed facade of the Grand Line's Siren vanished completely. You remembered the lessons Dadan had instilled, the respect for those who protected you. You curtsied deeply, a graceful, almost old-fashioned gesture.

"Sir," you murmured, your voice soft, devoid of any stage bravado. "Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be brought aboard. It's an honor to meet you, Sir Whitebeard." You kept your head slightly bowed, a flush rising in your cheeks.

A ripple went through the gathered crew. Marco, who had been leaning against the mast with a knowing smirk, blinked. Thatch, who had been ready with a witty remark about heartbreakers, closed his mouth. Jozu, ever stoic, looked genuinely surprised. This wasn't the Y/N they had seen plastered across the newspapers.

Whitebeard's deep chuckle rumbled through the ship. "Gurarararara! No need for such formalities, child. Any friend of Ace's is welcome here. So, you're the one who caused such a fuss in the papers, eh?" He eyed you kindly. "My son here insisted we see you. Said he needed to 'confirm some things'."

You straightened slightly, meeting his gaze, a genuine, albeit still shy, smile on your lips. "Ace is still as impulsive as ever, Sir," you said with a light laugh, glancing at your brother who just grinned unapologetically. "But... it's truly wonderful to see him."

Thatch elbowed Marco, a whisper just loud enough to be heard. "Well, I'll be damned. She's actually... sweet."

Marco merely raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Indeed, yoi. Quite different from the rumors."

The Whitebeard pirates, initially expecting a flamboyant diva, found themselves charmed by your genuine warmth and surprising humility. You, in turn, found yourself drawn to their boisterous camaraderie and the unwavering loyalty they showed towards Whitebeard. It was like stepping into a ready-made family, a chaotic, loud, but undeniably loving one.

"So, you're a singer, eh?" Thatch asked, a grin spreading across his face as he offered you a skewer of grilled meat. "Heard you've got a voice that could make a grown man weep."

You laughed, accepting the skewer. "I try my best," you said, your cheeks flushing slightly under his scrutiny. "It's... it's my passion. It's what I always wanted to do."

"And a looker, too," Marco added, his usual sardonic tone softened with genuine curiosity. "Ace here practically had a heart attack when he saw you in the papers. Said you used to be a little hellion in the mountains."

"I was," you admitted, a mischievous glint returning to your eyes. "We all were. Ace, Luffy, Sabo... we were a handful."

"Wait," a young pirate with bright pink hair interrupted, his eyes wide. "You know Straw Hat Luffy? The Yonko?"

You nodded, a fond smile gracing your lips. "He's my brother. Annoying, reckless, but my brother."

A collective gasp went through the crew. "You're related to a Yonko?!" someone exclaimed.

"And Sabo?" another voice asked. "The Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff?"

"Him too," you confirmed, your smile turning slightly bittersweet. "We were all raised together."

The pirates exchanged bewildered glances. This sweet, graceful woman was connected to some of the most powerful and notorious figures in the world.

"So, what made you decide to become a singer instead of a pirate?" a burly pirate with a braided beard asked, his voice genuinely curious.

You hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Actually," you said, your voice dropping slightly, "I... I used to be a pirate too."

The silence that followed was deafening. Every eye on deck was fixed on you.

"I had my own crew," you continued, a hint of sadness in your voice. "My own nakama. But... it never felt right. The fighting, the constant danger... it wasn't for me. My heart belonged to something else."

You looked around at the faces of the Whitebeard pirates, their expressions now a mixture of shock and understanding. "I disbanded my crew before we even made a name for ourselves. I wanted to sing, to dance, to express myself. And that's what I did."

A slow smile spread across Whitebeard's face. "Gurarararara! A pirate turned songbird! And a damn good one at that! You've got spirit, girl. And a voice that could calm the seas."

The tension on deck dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie. You, the idol, the heartbreaker, the former pirate, had somehow found your place among the Whitebeard pirates. They weren't afraid of you; they were intrigued, impressed, and strangely, welcoming. You, in turn, felt a sense of belonging you hadn't expected.

The sun began to dip towards the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues that mirrored Ace's own element. You found yourselves leaning against the Moby Dick's railing, watching the waves churn, a comfortable silence settling between you and Ace.

"So, the 'Grand Line's Siren,' huh?" Ace finally mused, nudging you playfully with his elbow. "Never thought I'd see your face on a newspaper for anything other than 'local nuisance eludes capture' or something."

You chuckled, nudging him back. "And you, 'Fire Fist Ace,' commander of the Second Division. Never thought I'd see you in uniform, taking orders from anyone."

He scoffed good-naturedly. "Pops is different. This crew... it's different. It's home." He paused, then his expression grew serious. "But about those papers, Y/N. All that 'heartbreaker,' 'player' stuff... is it true?"

You sighed, looking out at the endless ocean. "It's complicated, Ace. People see what they want to see. I value my independence, my freedom. And... when you're in the public eye like this, people make assumptions. They build narratives. Sometimes, it's just easier to let them." You turned to him, your gaze earnest. "I never intentionally hurt anyone, Ace. I just... I haven't found anyone worth giving up my freedom for, yet. Not in that way."

Ace studied your face, then a slow grin spread across his features. "Good. You better not have. If anyone messed with my sister, I'd burn their ships down." He punched your arm lightly. "But still, sounds like you've got them all wrapped around your little finger. Just like you always did with Sabo and Luffy."

"Hey!" you protested, but you couldn't help but smile. "We were just very... persuasive."

Later that evening, as the crew gathered for dinner, Marco and Thatch sidled up to your table.

"Still surprised, yoi," Marco drawled, taking a bite of fish. "The infamous Y/N, eating stew with us like any normal person. Ace here has been insufferable with pride all day, by the way."

Ace, from across the table, just puffed out his chest. "That's my sister! What did you expect?"

"We expected a diva who'd demand caviar and a private security detail," Thatch retorted, eyeing your empty bowl. "Not someone who'd ask for seconds of my stew."

You laughed, a genuine, uninhibited sound. "Your stew is incredible, Thatch! And honestly, being a diva is exhausting. This is... nice. Normal." You looked at them, a warmth spreading through you. "I haven't had a proper family dinner like this in years."

"So, you really fought wild animals and pirates in the mountains?" Thatch asked, his eyes gleaming with fascination. "Tell us some stories! Ace is too busy bragging about how fast you were, he forgets the details."

You glanced at Ace, who was already beaming, silently urging you on. "Oh, Ace was always getting into trouble. One time, Luffy thought he could wrestle a bear, and Ace jumped in without a second thought. Sabo and I had to rig a trap to get the bear off them. And then there was the time we tried to steal from the Goa Kingdom nobles..."

As you recounted tales of your childhood, the Whitebeard pirates listened, captivated. You shared stories of Luffy's absurd antics, Sabo's clever schemes, and Ace's fiery impulsiveness. You described the fierce joy of battling beasts, the thrill of outsmarting bandits, and the unbreakable bond you forged with your brothers. You weren't the distant idol anymore; you were Y/N, the girl from the mountains, a part of their brother's past, and now, unexpectedly, a fleeting but cherished part of their present.

The tales of your past, of battling beasts and outsmarting bandits, had captivated the crew. As the laughter from one of your stories died down, a thoughtful voice cut through the air. It was Vista, the elegant swordsman, who spoke. "So, Y/N, you said you were a captain once, before all this singing. Are you still strong? Do you still fight?"

Before you could even open your mouth to answer, a younger, brash pirate, who looked barely out of his teens, scoffed loudly from the back of the group. "Are you kidding? Strong? She looks like a porcelain doll! A princess, not a pirate! Probably couldn't even lift a sword now that she's prancing around in pretty dresses." He gestured dismissively at your flowing gown.

A dangerous glint entered your eyes, a spark of the old mountain spirit that had been lying dormant. The polite, sweet demeanor vanished, replaced by a steely resolve. You rose slowly from your seat, your iridescent gown shimmering under the ship's lanterns, a subtle smile playing on your lips.

"Wanna bet?" you challenged, your voice low, clear, and utterly devoid of the playful tone you'd used minutes before.

The young pirate, clearly emboldened by his perceived cleverness, puffed out his chest. "Yeah, I bet! You wouldn't last five seconds against a real pirate!"

From beside you, Ace let out a pained wince. He mumbled, almost to himself, "Oh, he's going to regret that. Big time."

Marco sighed, shaking his head. "Idiot, yoi."

Thatch, ever the pragmatist, stepped forward. "Hold on, kid. You really shouldn't pick a fight with a lady, especially not one that Ace here clearly looks up to."

"Yeah, man, she's Whitebeard's guest!" another pirate chimed in.

But the young pirate was too full of himself to listen. "Nah, I wanna see what this 'former captain' can really do! Let's see if she's all talk!"

You merely raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in your gaze. "Alright. Rules?"

Whitebeard, who had been observing the exchange with a keen interest, let out a deep chuckle. "Gurarararara! Let them have their fun, boys. A little spar won't hurt anyone. Just no killing blows, and no Haki beyond observation, unless absolutely necessary. A friendly match." His eyes twinkled as he looked from you to the cocky youngster.

The deck cleared quickly, creating a makeshift arena. The young pirate, whose name you learned was Finn, pulled out a rather well-used cutlass, striking a dramatic pose. He smirked. "Ready to get knocked back to your concert hall, princess?"

You simply smiled, a genuine, confident smile that spoke of battles long past. You kicked off your delicate slippers, letting your bare feet grip the wooden deck. Your iridescent gown, designed for graceful movement, was surprisingly unrestrictive. You tied a section of your long hair back with a quick, practiced hand, securing it out of your face. You didn't reach for a weapon. You didn't need one.

Ace watched, a mixture of apprehension and grim satisfaction on his face. "He really has no idea," he muttered to Marco, who merely nodded, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Absolutely no idea."

Finn lunged first, a wild, overconfident swing of his cutlass aimed at your head. He expected you to shriek, to flinch, to cower. Instead, you moved with a fluid grace that belied your flowing gown. Your bare foot pivoted, and you ducked under his clumsy attack, the blade whistling harmlessly over your hair. The scent of ozone filled the air as you briefly brushed past Ace, who leaned forward, intently watching every move.

Finn, surprised by your agility, stumbled. Before he could regain his footing, you spun, your iridescent dress flaring out like a vibrant, dangerous halo. Your leg shot out, a swift, precise kick to his elbow that made him yelp and momentarily lose his grip on the cutlass. It clattered to the deck.

"What the—?!" Finn stammered, his bravado quickly crumbling into confusion.

You didn't wait. As he reeled, you were already closing the distance. Your movements were a dance, a terrifyingly beautiful ballet of combat. You weaved around his flailing arms, a whirlwind of motion. A swift jab to his solar plexus left him gasping. A precisely aimed palm strike to his chin snapped his head back. You moved with an efficiency born from years of fighting not just pirates, but wild beasts whose very survival depended on their ferocity. Your strength wasn't just physical; it was a raw, primal energy, honed by the wilderness.

Finn, despite his bulk, was outmatched. He swung wildly, blindly, but you were always one step ahead, anticipating his every move. Your Haki, though kept internal and subtle, allowed you to sense his intentions before he even formed them. You dodged a clumsy punch, then, with unexpected power, grabbed his outstretched arm. With a practiced twist and a grunt, you flung him over your shoulder, sending him sprawling across the deck with a resounding thud.

He landed hard, winded and stunned. He scrambled to get up, but before he could, you were there, a foot planted lightly but firmly on his chest. You weren't exerting much pressure, but the message was clear. You were utterly, completely dominant. Your face, usually soft, held a cool, unwavering gaze that promised severe pain if he dared to move.

A stunned silence had fallen over the deck. The Whitebeard pirates, who had expected a quick, maybe even embarrassing, defeat for you, were now gaping.

"What in the...?" Thatch whispered, his jaw practically on the deck. "She just... dominated him!"

Marco let out a low whistle. "Well, yoi. So much for 'princess.' She moves like a beast. And with that dress on!"

Jozu grunted, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "Impressive. Very impressive. That boy won't be underestimating a 'lady' again."

Ace, however, was beaming, a triumphant, almost smug look on his face. "Told you! I told you she was strong! You guys just wouldn't listen!" He shook his head. "Still got it, Y/N! Knew you would!"

Whitebeard let out another booming laugh, a sound of genuine amusement and admiration. "Gurarararara! It seems my son's friend is more than just a pretty voice! That was a display of true strength, child! Finn, perhaps you've learned a valuable lesson today?"

Finn, still gasping for air beneath your foot, could only manage a feeble nod. His face was pale, his earlier arrogance completely evaporated.

You finally removed your foot, offering him a small, almost apologetic smile. "Good fight," you said, your voice returning to its gentle tone. "Just... don't underestimate anyone based on how they look, okay?"

The deck erupted in cheers and laughter, most of it directed good-naturedly at Finn, but all of it laced with newfound respect for you. The Grand Line's Siren had just proven that her beauty and voice were far from her only weapons.

Finn, still a bit dazed, scrambled to his feet, rubbing his sore spots. He cast a wary glance at you, then bowed clumsily. "Yes, ma'am! Understood, ma'am! Never again!" The cockiness was gone, replaced by a healthy dose of fear and, surprisingly, admiration. He'd expected a gentle shove, maybe a scratch. He hadn't expected to be tossed like a rag doll by a woman in a flowing dress. From that day on, Finn became one of your most ardent, if slightly terrified, fans on the Moby Dick.

The atmosphere on deck shifted noticeably after your demonstration. The younger pirates, who might have initially been a bit star-struck or even dismissive, now looked at you with a mixture of awe and genuine respect. Even the hardened veterans of Whitebeard's crew, who rarely showed surprise, exchanged impressed nods.

Thatch approached you, a wide grin on his face. "Alright, Y/N, that was incredible! You've got some serious moves. Where'd you learn all that, besides the mountain wilderness?"

You shrugged modestly. "Mostly the wilderness. You learn quickly when your little brothers keep trying to fight bears and pick fights with grown men. And sometimes," you added, a glint in your eye, "you learn by having to outrun pissed-off pirates. You pick up a few tricks."

Marco, ever the observer, chimed in, "You've got good Haki, yoi. Subtle, but strong. It's not something you just pick up in the mountains."

You smiled faintly. "Garp taught us a few things, back when he thought he could 'discipline' us. And my brothers... well, they're pretty good at pushing you to your limits." You didn't elaborate on the specifics of your Haki training, preferring to keep some things close to your chest.

Ace slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug. "See? I told you she was amazing! She could probably take on half of you guys blindfolded!"

"Hold on, Ace, let's not get ahead of ourselves, yoi," Marco cautioned, though a smile played on his lips. "But she definitely held her own. More than held her own."

Dinner that night was even livelier than before. The tales you recounted about your childhood with Ace, Sabo, and Luffy now held an added layer of gravitas. The crew pictured not just mischievous children, but formidable young warriors honing their skills in a harsh environment. Questions about your past as a pirate captain came up again, but this time with genuine curiosity, not skepticism.

"So, what kind of crew did you have?" someone asked.

"Not a very big one," you admitted, a pang of sadness briefly clouding your eyes. "Just a few friends from a town I stayed in. We were trying to find our footing, make a name... but as I said, it just wasn't me." You paused, then added, "I didn't want to conquer islands, or amass treasure. I just wanted to see the world, and sing my way through it."

Whitebeard watched you, a rare, knowing smile on his face. He understood ambition, and he understood a heart’s true calling. He raised his sake cup. "To Y/N! The Grand Line's Siren, and a true warrior beneath the silks! May her journey be filled with music and endless adventure!"

The crew roared in agreement, raising their own cups. You felt a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the setting sun. For the first time in a long time, the weight of your public persona, the 'heartbreaker' reputation, felt lighter. Here, on the Moby Dick, among these rough but honorable pirates, you were just Y/N. Ace's sister. And that felt like coming home.

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(P.s haii spott! I hope you enjoyed, sorry it took a while I’ve been doing things irl recently so I’ve had less time for writing but I hope this is still enjoyable! also I was wondering if you’re OK with romance, I was debating lmfully going y/n x ace route, like romantically, but idk if your okay with that:/)

(Everyone else: one more request before I open them again! I just don’t wanna stress myself and give up— I tend to do that btw. Just so you yknow. And I have like 40 planned projects I’m working on rn that arnt req😭)

[lustlovehart]

This is like my first ask ever so I'm a bit nervous, but I've been thinking abt monter!twst nonstop so I just had to make an ask. What would the boys do (including Rollo) if mh!reader was on a mission and got put under a sleeping curse?

I'd imagine it'd be pretty distressing, imaging Rollo trying to keep the monsters away while looking for a cure for reader.

Love the au also! Keep up the good work!

- milk 🥛 anon

A/n: Ahhhh!!! Hi 🥛 anon!!! Don’t ever be nervous putting stuff in my inbox <33 I’ve said this before but I love reading everyone’s ideas!! Even if i don’t get to writing them </3

Featuring: [Monster!Twst] Heartslaybul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasmonia, Rollo, Neige, Fellow, Skully, Chenya x Reader

Cw: Head canon format ( So no individual scenarios unfortunately), Obsession, Possessiveness, Kissing, Insecurity, No proofreading

Unfortunately, Poor Rollo has to deal with BOTH swatting them away like flies, and checking up to make sure you’re not suffering in your time of rest with nightmares 😔 (a wanting to be married to you single mom who works 2 jobs).

I like to imagine fairytales still exist within the universe, but they don’t reach their ears in the wild. It’s only Heartslaybul, Leona, Kalim, and Epel who have any idea of the “Kiss of true love”, and then words spreads around of these human stories and suddenly it’s less about getting your body back and more about being the one who wakes you up…

Why would he wanna kiss you? That’s stupid nothing’s gonna happen… Maybe one—?

- Ace, Jamil, Epel, Sebek

- Depending on his personality, he’s either going “Ew gross i’m not kissing a human” or “Those humans tales are foolish, why would i believe them?”. But either view end them in the same boat, standing over your slumbering form and hesitantly leaning into your face. Maybe he isn’t fast with it either, taking his time to look at the details in your mortal face, pores, eyelashes, everything really. It’s stupid, so stupid he shouldn’t believe any of this really, it’s vulnerable, emotional, unnecessary; yet, he can’t seem to stop himself from placing his monstrous mouth on yours, hoping something will happen.

Wants to kiss you, but feels a sense of insecurity that holds him back

- Riddle, Deuce, Cater, Ruggie, Jack, Azul, Idia, Silver

- Similar to the previous category, but slightly different. They don’t oppose the idea of a kiss at all, what really has them fearing their lips on yours, is both the vulnerability, and the event of it not working. What then? He puts himself out there for you and it’s pointless? It’s cruel, a further reminder of just how different you both are. He will look at you with pain in his eyes, wondering what he should do. Ghastly hands taking your own as he lifts them to his mouth. He might not be able to bring himself to your lips, but he’s willing to settle on your skin. He just… can’t bear the thought that he wasn’t made for you.

He’ll try, it sounds fun! When, not if, you wake up, he’ll make sure to tell you about everyone’s current violence problem.

- Trey, Floyd, Jade, Rook, Lilia, Fellow, Chenya

- Practically jumping at the chance to place his mouth on you. Of course he’ll wake you up! You’re a lot more fun when you up and about trying to hunt him down! The thought of it not working does cross his mind, but is he truly an all famed beast if he can’t take risks? He lucked out on Rollo being gone, he’s essentially a human version of a brick wall. He’ll go out all out for you, snaking his arm around your waist and lifting you out the glass coffin liking a loving husband. He’ll swirl you around with care, before dipping you down like a ballroom dance, and then wake you up. He can’t wait to show off to everyone else, because you will open your eyes.

He’ll do it. if his try doesn’t work though… He’ll make sure no one eleses does either. Your sleeping body will forever be held with him until you wake up.

- Leona, Kalim, Vil, Malleus, Neige, Skully

- He’s already sat by your side, his hand tracing patterns into your collarbone while he whispers. Will you wake up for him? You will won’t you? You must. Silent affirmations only he and he only will know, unless you wake up of course. His finger will trace down your chest, tapping the place your heart would be, each touch in sync with the beat of your heart. It’s gentle, yet somehow possessive in some right. With the final beat of his index, he’ll finally lean down, his face feeling your breathes on his fiendish skin. You’ll wake up, not because he believes in the tale, but because you must let him be the one who does something so intimate to you. If it doesn’t work, he’ll put you in prettier clothes, a prettier coffin, a prettier home, because he won’t let anyone else have the blessing of tasting your lips, only him.

The one who places your body in the pretty glass coffin, putting you in the prettiest of wear and scenery during his attempt; all while warding off the wretched creatures.

- Rollo

- Practically spends every waking and sleeping moment in your presence, only leaving for at most 5 minutes. Unfortunately for him, 5 minutes is enough time for anything to happen to you. He’ll hold your hands, fix your clothes, place new flowers and ribbons on your coffin, anything for you; except be the one who kisses you. The urge to consumes his entire being, eating at him like a sinful leech who wont let go. Sometimes whenever he’s by you, his eyes can’t help but trace back to your lips, a temptation too good for any man or beast to resist, but he does, because he can’t bear the thought of stripping you’re purity, directly at least. Whenever the urge becomes much too strong, he’ll lean down, placing a kiss on your knuckle, on your wrist, on your forehead, on your cheek, on your collarbone, on your neck, on your chest, even on the corner of your mouth, until the only place he hasn’t placed his mouth on is your lips. An indulgence he won’t take no matter how much he wishes to. Because…

You don’t deserve a monsters love, not matter how much he wishes to be yours and yours alone.

You are the sole blessing he has left, he won’t taint you, no matter how much he wishes too. But… he won’t let anyone else take you either.

A/n: For Floyd, Jade, and Sebek I realized half way that these guys wouldn’t be able to reach you on land if that’s where you were laid to rest, a perfect scenario for Rollo really. Imagine his surprise when he opens your room and sees tiny imps dragging your coffin out and into the river, where a horrific marine monster takes hold of you… Truly, how desperate for you are they?!? (Rollo has no room to judge considering he’s just as obsessed)

This honestly makes Floyd and Jade scenario so pretty <3 being in pretty clothes while he ball dances with you in the water, dipping you down while clear water envelops your upper half, leaving only your pretty face <33 do you guys see the vision?!?

And trey? He doesn’t seem like the type to be in that category, but hear me out, he does it low-key. He doesn’t go all out like the others guys so it’s not as cocky, yet there’s the underlying feeling of bragging that they can get mad and but can’t outright criticize him for. Same goes for kalim, he doesn’t seem like the type to do such a thing, but in this case, he can’t help but feel a little jealous if it isn’t him who wakes you up.

[robin-evry]

Hey can I have twst of yuu mystic flour(from crk) please.

My favourite cookie, I'm so glad I managed to get her by far my favorite support

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🌾🌕

Mystic Flour Cookie is one of the five overarching antagonists of Cookie Run: Kingdom. Mystic Flour Cookie is one of the Five Beast Cookies and wields the power of Apathy, a corrupted side of the Virtue of Volition she once held. She was the original owner of the Soul Jam currently held by Dark Cacao Cookie.

An enigma amongst the students, they rarely interact with students only ace,deuce and grim are by far the only ones that they talk to.

Mystic Flour!Yuu moves with an eerie, almost weightless grace, as if they might dissolve into dust at any moment. They always have their eyes close and the weirdest part they can read and see even tho they are close.

Even without sight, they can sense people’s emotions with eerie accuracy. They often respond to unspoken thoughts as if they had read them from someone’s face.

No one has ever seen them open their eyes. When asked why, they simply respond, “There is nothing worth seeing.” originally the school thought that they were blind but they soon got proven wrong.

Many students describe them as soft spoken and elegant but yet mysterious and detached, preferring not to interact with anyone. People describe them as nihilistic believing everything is futile.

But despite their mindset, they still have deep care over grim, ace and deuce seeing them as family and will protect them from danger. One time a senior was messing with grim and he reported back towards mystic flour!yuu and the next the senior was struck with a deadly unknown illness and was sent home.

As well when they walk a cloud of mist would form out of nowhere and follow them. Not to mention they don't make noise at all when they walk, they did it with deadly silence to the point no one will notice them grim would compare them with a ghost and they will smile a little.

Once whispered, "I see you," to floyd who snuck up on them. They weren’t even facing him, this creeped him out when he returned back towards jade and Azul he felt shaken up which is a rare thing for him to feel, Jade questioned him and Floyd answered that there's something unnatural about mystic flour!yuu.

They can levitate or fly, this is usually shown when they meditate on the rooftop. In this state they cannot be bothered clouds would appear and gather around them.

The student population heard about mystic flour!yuu ability to grant wishes thru grim, and when they demand it from them mystic flour!yuu would just stare at them creeping the students out.

During the scarabia chapter, they put themselves into a cocoon made out of silk, during this period of time the ghost on ramshackle would avoid the room that held their cocoon for unknown reason grim ask why and the ghost seems to prefer avoid the question out of fear, grim would nonchalantly went in and talk to their cocoon as if they are there. If someone sneaks into their room, it always feels slightly colder than the rest of the dorm. Not unpleasant, just different.

Crowley is afraid of them, willing to obey and avoid their presence all together because he once caught a glimpse of their eyes and immediately was traumatized.

Many believe that they were not human, that maybe they were a ghost or something more terrifying and when asked about this they always answer "why does it matter" and return back into business.

During an overblot they will just simply observe but if grim was in danger the area would form cloud like mist that is hard to see through and sound eerie many students reported when they're in the mist they hear their love ones whispering towards them or screaming.

Jamil would advise kalim not to get close because of the eerie feeling he gets from them, which kalim of course doesn't understand and would try to make contact with them believing both of them find some sort of misunderstanding.

The ghost would avoid them, not to mention professor Vargas is literally terrified of them since they always appear still and move at incredible speed one time he sees them at the corner of the room and when look back they are near him it's not even a second HOW DID THEY MANAGE TO MOVE THAT FAST.

As well when they were watching a horror movie they never once flinch or scream even when theres a jumpscares they always act indifferent.

[xamaxenta]

Guardian Marco Executor Ace

Nightreign duchess Sabo

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, orgasm control, yandere!ace with a possessive streak, mentions of marking and tattoos and violence, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-seven [ portgas d ace + being possessive ]

“I—“ it was hard to speak. not only was it hard to collect your thoughts and file them into a coherent sentence because it seemed like each, sharp snap of Ace’s hips pounded your brain to mush, but it was difficult to form the syllables with his fingers in your mouth. the first two digits on either hand, hooked into the fleshiest sections of your cheeks, stretching your mouth into an otherwise impossible shape. drool oozed from your pressurized couplet, leaving your chin sparkling, and your words came out slurred. “G—gonna cum!”

you hear him grunt from behind you. no doubt, it’s a reaction to the way your walls constrict against his cock. you always got so tight right before you came, like you were trying to swallow him up. usually, he would brace himself with his palms against your ass and push your face into the pillow, but not this time. “Not yet,” he rasped into your ear, “tell me whose it is.”

your eyelids flutter. your lips were sore from being stretched so wide. your thighs tremble every time his heavy balls smacked against you.

he was telling you no, not to cum, but he wasn’t taking any of the pleasure away, which made it extra difficult to comply.

“Whose is it?”

as if that question wasn’t already answered one thousand times over. everything about your formal self has been stripped. none of the crew referred to you by name, only by ‘Ace’s Girl’. your skin was inked permanently with his name for all to see, and even now— as he fucked you stupid, his had was draped askew on your head. you always smelled of him, and if you didn’t, well it wouldn’t be long before he marked you again. more often than not, he’d drag you on deck and fuck you in front of the rest of the crew until you were babbling and drooling and singing his name, just to remind them that you were his and only his.

all of those contingencies aside, even, you were fiercely loyal to Ace and even accepted your role. the way he possessed you, the way his face reddened up when he caught someone even looking in your direction, the way that he would kick the shit out of anyone that dared lay a hand on you. it turned you on. “Y—yours—“ you choked out, happily. you were certain that one syllable word would persuade him to let you chase your high into the sunset, but you feel his fingers slip from your mouth. calloused palms cradle your soft cheeks as he pulls your head further back, craning your neck until you were bent in an S shape. his hat slides from your head to hang against your back between your shoulder blades, the strings resting against your throat. and you let out a moan, looking up to the ceiling.

“Damn right!”

“Don’t look away,” Ace pants, giving your face a squeeze. “You know I hate it when you do that. Me. Focus on me, baby.”

you do as you’re told, your gaze hazy, but you try to focus on his figure looming over you. it would’ve been hard enough had you simply had to battle the way your body ragdolled underneath him, but your vision was blurry from your heavy lids trying to close.

“Attagirl,” Ace moans in approval, one thumb tracing your bottom lip as your jaw hangs slack. you would’ve been embarrassed at the amount of shiny drool that dribbled onto it if he hadn’t poked the digit into your mouth only moments later, “don’t let those pretty eyes close. Not even they cross. Not even if they wanna roll back in your head. Look at me,” Ace grunts and snorts like a beast, rutting into you rough and deep, “o-only at… me…”

“Ace, h—holy shit!” you cry out, “I need to cum, please! I can’t— can’t hold it anymore!”

Ace grins. it’s a crooked, weak smirk, but it paints his otherwise strained face, and sweat beads against his temples, sticking raven tendrils to his forehead. “Fuck, you feel good.” he barks. his own eyes start to droop, his eyeline flickering from your gaze, down to your lips, where you’ve started to nibble haplessly against his thumb, and then back up. he locked back on to your eyes, pouring every ounce of infatuation he had for you into his staring. “My girl, so tight and warm and all for me, right?” you nod, eyes crossed as you struggle to keep them open. but his were hypnotic. “No one else can ever feel this. No one else can ever have you. Who do you belong to?”

you were shaking with desire, teeth dug into the pad of his thumb as you finally reach your boiling point. “A—Ace!!”

Ace nods, and pulls you closer, dipping down to smear his lips over your swollen ones in a sloppy, heavy-breathed kiss that leaves you mewling and needy to taste more. “Then cum, baby, let the whole crew hear you scream my name this time.”

[nayziiz]

It's Rough | LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (she/her)

Author's note: I'm trying something a little bit different with shorter form fics, so please send through any requests or feedback. These one shots will likely not have a second part unless it really speaks to me to continue with it. Thank you!

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Lando watched with a mix of amusement and frustration as she attempted to grasp the basics of golf. Despite her proficiency in various other activities like water sports, skiing, and driving, golf seemed to elude her completely. He had hoped that her natural athleticism and coordination would translate well onto the golf course, but it appeared that golf was a different beast altogether.

Her swings were awkward and uncoordinated, sending the ball veering off in unpredictable directions. Lando patiently offered guidance, demonstrating proper technique and providing words of encouragement, but it seemed as though golf just didn't click for her.

Despite her struggles, she approached each swing with determination, refusing to let her initial failures dampen her spirits. With each missed shot, she laughed off her mistakes and eagerly lined up for another attempt, determined to conquer the elusive sport.

Lando had known from the moment she insisted on tagging along to the golf course that her declaration of merely watching and cheering was likely wishful thinking. Despite her assurances, he could practically see the curiosity and determination dancing behind her eyes, ready to pounce at any opportunity to join in on the action.

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to deny her the chance to be a part of the day. He understood that her company would bring a different energy to the outing, even if it meant potentially disrupting the boys' dynamic on the course. Besides, the thought of her sulking at home while he enjoyed a day with his friends was far less appealing than dealing with the inevitable consequences of her joining in on the golfing shenanigans.

So, with a resigned sigh and a knowing smile, Lando agreed to let her come along, silently preparing himself for the whirlwind of chaos that often accompanied her presence. Deep down, he knew that her insistence on joining them stemmed from a desire to spend time with him, even if it meant enduring a sport she clearly had no interest in.

As they arrived at the golf course, Lando braced himself for whatever antics she had in store.

As Lando focused on his swing, he couldn't help but be distracted by her restlessness. He noticed her initially staying put behind the steering wheel of the golf cart, as promised, but her impatience soon got the better of her. With a hint of amusement, he watched as she hopped out of the cart and began to circle it, her movements fluid and graceful.

Caught off guard by the sight of her, Lando found himself momentarily forgetting about the game at hand. His gaze followed her as she moved around the cart, her skirt swaying gently with each step, revealing glimpses of her smooth, tanned skin. He couldn't deny the allure she exuded, even in such a mundane setting as a golf course.

Despite his best efforts to maintain his focus on the game, her presence proved to be a delightful distraction. He couldn't help but admire her beauty and the effortless confidence with which she carried herself, even in a sport she had no interest in.

As she circled the cart, a playful smile danced on her lips, and Lando felt a surge of affection for her. Despite her initial reluctance to join them on the course, he couldn't deny that her presence added an undeniable charm to their day. And as he watched her, he silently thanked whatever force had convinced her to come along, knowing that moments like these were what made their time together truly special.

“Hey, come on. Focus, man,” Carlos moaned quietly, making sure no one else could hear him.

Carlos's whispered admonition brought Lando back to reality, reminding him of the game at hand. He chuckled softly at Carlos's remark, acknowledging the truth in his friend's words.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Lando replied, shaking his head slightly. “But can you blame me? She's something else.”

Carlos rolled his eyes playfully, understanding Lando's sentiment all too well. Lando made a concerted effort to refocus his attention on the game. Despite the temptation to steal glances at her, he knew that winning the game required his full concentration. With a renewed sense of determination, he squared his shoulders and prepared to take his next shot, determined to put aside any distractions and give it his all. As the game continued, Lando found himself occasionally sneaking glances in her direction, unable to resist the magnetic pull she seemed to have on him.

As the afternoon progressed and the rounds of golf continued, she found herself drawn into the conversation among the boys. Standing in between them, she listened intently to their banter and jokes, occasionally chiming in with her own witty remarks.

Before she knew it, a few of the boys had handed her their clubs, entrusting her with the task of holding them as they prepared for their shots. At first, she accepted the clubs with a bemused smile, unsure of what to do with them. But as the afternoon wore on, she found herself inadvertently assuming the role of their caddy, carrying their clubs from hole to hole with ease.

Despite her initial reluctance to participate in the game, she quickly embraced her new role with enthusiasm, eagerly offering advice and encouragement to the boys as they navigated the course. With each swing of the club, she cheered them on, her enthusiasm infectious as they worked together as a team to conquer the challenges of the course.

“How about you give it a try?” Alex's encouragement rang out across the green, much to Lando's dismay.

He watched with a mixture of apprehension and amusement as she smirked and accepted the club from Alex's outstretched hand. With a playful glint in her eye, she positioned herself on the grass, mimicking the stance Lando had patiently demonstrated to her numerous times before.

“Come on, you've got this,” Alex cheered, egging her on as she prepared to take her shot. Lando couldn't help but sigh, his expression a mixture of resignation and nervousness.

“Please, do not embarrass me,” Lando pleaded half-jokingly, knowing full well that her unpredictable nature often led to unexpected outcomes.

Her playful gasp of mock hurt elicited chuckles from the boys, but she quickly shifted her focus back to the task at hand. With a determined expression, she squared her shoulders and prepared to take her shot, eager to redeem her reputation.

But as she swung the club, it was immediately evident that this attempt wouldn't be as successful as she intended. With a wild and uncoordinated motion, she missed the ball entirely, the club swishing through the air with a whooshing sound. A chorus of groans and laughter erupted from the boys, their amusement mingled with sympathy for her failed attempt.

Lando, unable to bear the sight of her struggling any longer, groaned in pain as he moved to take the club away from her.

“Hang on. You all got time to warm up, how about you let me give it another shot?” she insisted.

Her insistence caught the attention of the group, prompting them to pause and exchange curious glances. Lando, his expression a mixture of defeat and resignation, reluctantly stepped away, giving her the space she needed to make another attempt.

With a determined gleam in her eye, she positioned herself once again, her grip on the club steady as she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Ignoring the teasing remarks and sceptical looks from the boys, she focused all her attention on the ball before her, blocking out any distractions.

And then, with a swift and controlled motion, she swung the club, the sound of impact resonating through the air as the club connected with the ball. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they watched in disbelief, their eyes glued to the ball as it soared through the air with precision and grace.

Their disbelief turned to astonishment as the ball arced gracefully over the green, heading straight for the hole with unerring accuracy. Cheers erupted from the group as they watched in awe, unable to believe their eyes as the ball came to rest just inches from the hole.

“Wow, that was great!” Alex exclaimed with a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Must be luck. Try again,” Max insisted, challenging her more than Lando would have liked.

“Fine,” she shrugged.

Encouraged by Alex's praise and challenged by Max's insistence, she couldn't resist the opportunity to prove herself once more. With a confident smile, she accepted the dare, her competitive spirit reignited as she prepared to take another shot.

Positioning herself with precision, she focused intently on the ball before her, blocking out any distractions as she visualised her next move. With a deep breath, she swung the club with determination, her movements fluid and controlled.

This time, luck seemed to be on her side once again as the ball sailed through the air, following a perfect trajectory towards the hole. The group watched in anticipation, holding their breath as the ball approached its target.

And then, with a satisfying thud, the ball landed on the green, rolling steadily towards the hole before coming to a stop just inches away. Cheers erupted from the group as they celebrated her impressive shot, their disbelief mingled with admiration at her uncanny skill.

“Please tell Lily she's a wonderful instructor,” she remarked to Alex, her tone laced with a hint of mischief as she acknowledged the guidance she had received. Alex chuckled in response, a knowing gleam in his eye as he nodded in agreement.

After her impressive display on the green, she couldn't resist a moment of playful triumph. With a smug smile directed at Lando, she returned to the golf cart, her steps light with the weight of her accomplishment. Lando, still reeling from the unexpected turn of events, watched her with a mixture of disbelief and begrudging admiration.

As she settled back into her seat on the golf cart, she couldn't resist shooting Lando a smug grin, revelling in the satisfaction of having proven him wrong. Despite his initial scepticism, she had managed to exceed his expectations, leaving him shaking his head in disbelief.

Lando, for his part, could only shake his head in response, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that she had just hit the ball perfectly not once, but twice in a row. It was a feat that seemed almost too improbable to believe, yet there she was, the evidence of her success undeniable.

As they continued their game, Lando couldn't shake the feeling of astonishment that lingered in the air. Despite his doubts, she had managed to defy expectations and leave her mark on the golf course in more ways than one.

As they made their way towards Lando's McLaren, he couldn't help but be curious about her sudden improvement on the golf course. With a lighthearted tone, he broached the topic, unable to resist a teasing remark.

“So, Lily's been helping you, huh?” he asked, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he glanced in her direction. She chuckled in response, the memory of her recent success still fresh in her mind.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted with a wink, her tone tinged with amusement. Lando raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, feigning disbelief at her confession.

“I see how it is,” he teased, a hint of mock indignation in his voice. “Getting private lessons behind my back?”

She laughed at his exaggerated reaction, shaking her head in amusement.

“Nothing like that,” she reassured him, her smile warm and genuine. “Surprisingly enough, it just took a bit of patience to teach me.”

“Are you saying I have no patience?” he countered, his tone tinged with offence as he feigned hurt.

“None whatsoever,” she replied with a grin, her amusement evident in her voice as she teased him gently.

Despite his protests, she knew that his patience had been tested more than once during their golfing adventure. she couldn't help but notice a hint of disappointment in Lando's expression. His competitive nature was undeniable, and the idea of her newfound golfing skills seemed to sting his pride just a little.

“How much does it hurt knowing your girlfriend can now golf?” she teased, her tone teasing yet affectionate as she gently prodded at his ego.

Lando's response was a playful groan, his lips curling into a rueful smile as he shook his head in mock resignation. Deep down, she knew that he was secretly proud of her achievement, even if it meant enduring a few jokes at his expense.

“It doesn't hurt, but it sucks that you're better at it than me now,” he admitted, his tone a mixture of resignation and playful competitiveness. With a soft chuckle, she gently pressed him against the car, her body close to his as she looked up at him with a knowing smile.

“Baby, when will you learn?” she teased, her voice low and seductive as she leaned in closer. “I'm good at a lot of things.”

As she spoke, she subtly shifted her leg between his, a teasing reminder of her many talents and abilities. Lando couldn't help but laugh at her playful confidence, his own competitive spirit momentarily forgotten in the warmth of her presence.

“I know. So, when we get home, you can put your mouth to good use,” he argued, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in to kiss her.

She couldn't help but chuckle at his boldness, her laughter mingling with the warmth of his lips against hers.

“Disgusting,” she screeched in mock indignation, her hand playfully slapping his chest as she pushed him away with feigned reluctance.

Despite her protestations, there was a playful gleam in her eye, a hint of anticipation as she met his gaze with a knowing smile.

“But, with pleasure,” she added with a wink, her tone teasing yet affectionate as she leaned in to return his kiss.

As their lips met once more, they shared a moment of quiet intimacy, their playful banter giving way to the warmth of their affection for one another. And as they finally pulled away, their laughter echoed through the air, a reminder of the love and joy that filled their lives together.