#ace ambling

[alexknutsonart]

[xandri-art]

started this after the trailer came out because I couldn’t contain myself-

Rubicon!!  Crayzar has some explaining to do...

[shrodie]

https://gall.dcinside.com/mgallery/board/view/?id=euca&no=1486432

[peantisdeliriouts]

Just a funky little AU idea I had in my head!

[t-ki]

i gotcha babyball !!

[nebulacritter]

he has blue hair and pronouns

[lovelytsunoda]

naughty list // oscar piastri

summary: oscar's bored, horny and hopelessly smitten with his lover. but if he keep this up, he's going to land them both on santa's naughty list this year.

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

prompt: "let's both be naughty and save santa the trip."

warnings: soft smut, praise overload, christmas lingerie, oscar is a big simp, sex on a shag carpet, oscar 'if she's not enjoying herself, neither am i' piastri,

author's note: am i incapable of writing anything wholesome about this man? possibly.

oscar piastri was head over heels for his girlfriend.

perhaps that's how he got himself into this situation, on the couch by the fire on a cold london winter, christmas tree lit up behind the couch, tennis on the tv. fresh gingerbread cookies sat on the island, filling the ground-floor apartment with their familiar and warm scent.

y/n had slipped away just moments before, kissing his forehead and promising a surprise, her nervous giggle punctuating the end of the sentence as she slipped away to the bedroom.

a nervous giggle that made him wonder, if, perhaps, the surprise was a little on the naughtier side. his lover wasn't one for wild bedroom escapades, but the fact that she might have been trying to spice it up a little for him?

it drove him fucking wild. worried him slightly, yes, because he didn't want her to push herself too far out of her comfort zone if she wasn't ready, but excited him nonetheless.

meanwhile, in the bedroom, she was nitpicking everything, standing anxiously in front of the mirror as she twirled her hair. the red set stood out against her skin, and while the corset was almost no different than many of the shirts that she wore, she wasn’t sure how to feel about the lacy panties, leaving so much skin exposed.

she’d never been a lingerie person. she wished she could be, but even stepping into victorias secret sent her in a self-critical spiral. no, until now she had tended to stick to skimpy pajama sets, never as exposed as she was now.

she thought she was being ridiculous, oscar had seen her naked, for lords sake.

but even still, looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered if she should have picked the set with the silk robe.

she closed her eyes, counting to ten before she reached for the santa hat on the bed, pulling it over her head and dangling the pom pom on the end over her shoulder.

when she gently trod back into the living room, she cleared her throat to get oscars attention. the driver looked up from his phone, choking on his kale smoothie when he saw her. he promptly dropped his phone, getting to his feet and ambling over to her.

“y/n, love, you look stunning.” his touch was gentle, starting at her hands before running gently along her skin, index finger tracing hearts on her exposed side. “you’re so beautiful, and I’m happy you feel comfortable enough with me to let me see you like this. it’s a privilege I count myself lucky to have.”

she sighed into his touch, fingers messing with the lapel of his flannel. the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his arms flexing sharply as his fingers continued to soothe her skin.

“I thought I’d try something new.” she said sheepishly, a blush rising on her cheeks. “you like it?”

“baby, I adore it.” oscar beamed, leaning in to softly press his lips to hers. she tasted like peppermint, and smelled like vanilla bean as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. “my gorgeous girl.” he growled, biting gently on her bottom lip. “all mine.”

smiling sweetly, she pulled oscar closer, wrapping her arms around him and playing with the hair on the back of his neck, pressing gentle kisses to his cheek. the aussie hummed contentedly, his large, warm hands trailing over her back.

he was well and truly smitten.

she looked like a christmas angel, wrapped in red and white, the cutsey santa hat propped on her head. who knew santa hats could be so sexy on the right woman?

"i love you." he hummed, moving to gently kiss her neck, smiling to himself as she propped up on the tips of her toes, gasping softly as his tongue ran over her pulse point. "my darling, darling girl." he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. "maybe i should dress up next time? get that whole magic mike kinda vibe going on."

she giggled, moving one dainty hand up to cover her mouth as she laughed. god, that laugh. oscar was getting painfully hard just listening to her giggle.

she stepped back, and oscar followed, gently pressing her up against the wall. she winced at the cold plaster pressing up against her smooth skin, but the discomfort was soon forgotten as her lover leaned over her, one hand bracing him against the wall and the other under her chin to tilt her face up. she beamed, trying to hold back her giddy giggles as she stared into his wonderous eyes.

"pretty girl, love of my life." oscar started softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "let's both be naughty and save santa the trip, aye?"

"that's your smoothest holiday line yet." she nodded with a laugh, enthusiastically pulling him closer to her, eliminating the space between their bodies as best she could. "i love you." she said quickly, pressing her lips to his as his hands began to rove her front, fumbling with the strings of the corset top.

she gently pushed his hands away, watching as his eyes grew three sized when she pushed the cups of the corset bra down, nipples pebbling in the cold air, silhouetted against she stunning red of her top.

"you'll be the death of me, sweet thing." oscar laughed, running his hands over her skin. "tell me what you want, pretty girl."

"you, oscar. touching me. kissing me." she sucked in a breath as he bent down, sucking a hickey onto her supple skin, his thumb gently running over her nipple. "making me yours."

oscar groaned, laving his tongue over her sensitive bud, one hand reaching to hold hers close. "sweetheart, just let me take care of you, yeah? give you exactly what you need." he detached from her breast, a line of saliva trailing from her bud to oscar's tongue. he used one hand to wipe his mouth before kissing the back of her hand. "give my sweet perfect angel the full princess treatment."

she smiled down at him as he sank to his knees, nuzzling his nose into the soft skin of her thigh, her fingers carding through his hair. "baby, you left one of the girls unloved." she playfully pouted at him, nudging her other breast. "you don't want the one on the left to think you love the one on the right more, do you?"

oscar laughed, rising to his feet before taking her left breast in his hand. "you're so right, love. wouldn't want one of the girls to feel underappreciated. i hope they know how loved they are."

"you're such an idiot."

"yeah, but you're the one who gets turned on by me acting like a complete and utter fool."

"shut up and kiss me, pretty boy."

"yes ma'am."

oscar kissed her, his hands slipping down to the globes of her ass, lifting her into the air. she squealed, wrapping her legs around him so he was carrying her like a koala, her fingertips gripping his still-clothed shoulders.

well, she couldn't have that. why was she the only one showing any skin?

he set her down on the shag carpet, warmth from the fire gently hearing her chilled skin, hair fanning out behind her head. oscar wasted no time, shedding his flannel and t shirt before he dove right in, wrapping his lips around the tip of her breast. she gasped, arching into him with one hand gripping the carpet and the other in his hair.

“atta girl.” oscar exhaled, sucking another hickey onto her skin. in his opinion, his job wasn’t done until her tits were covered in proof of his undying love. “that’s my pretty girl.”

“need you, baby.” she pleaded, grinding up against his jeans, the denim rubbing at her sensitive core through her lace panties.

she was so shamefully soaked after oscars devotion to her breasts, and she needed some kind of release. she was almost certain that there was a damp spot forming on her lovers jeans as she ground against him.

oscar leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of her panties.

“you look too pretty in this set to take it off, baby.” he hummed, kissing over the red fabric, nuzzling into her skin as he rubbed his thumbs over her hipbones. “might just have to push them aside, but they’ll get stained badly when I make you see stars.”

“jesus, oscar, just do something!” she groaned, running her finger along his nose. “please?”

“anything for my girl.” he pushed her panties aside, gently pressing his lips to her sopping wet center, his tongue darting out to trace a heart on her lips.

she moaned, throwing her head back, her pelvis rising off the carpet to try and build more friction against her lover. she moaned his name, eyes fluttering closed as she began to see the stars he had promised her.

she was so lucky to have a man like oscar. a man who made her feel so confident in herself, treated her like a queen, and made sure that she got the calm, quiet love that she craved.

“fuck, baby. you taste fucking incredible.” he groaned, holding her thighs open, thumbs rubbing reassuring circles on her soft skin.

oscar could have spent all day between her thighs. hed always been a giver, but when he had the chance to spoil y/n, he was almost certain it made him way hotter than it made her. what could he say, acts of service was his love language.

and when she wrapped her thighs around his head, practically screaming his name, his tongue licking fat stripes up and down her opening, and over swollen her swollen clit?

he had to start thinking about tyre degradation to avoid coming in his jeans.

“fuck, oscar, baby.” she whined, tugging on his hair as his nose nudged her sensitive bud. (he moaned at the action) “just like that. god, that feels so fucking good.”

she could feel the band in her stomach begin to tighten, her thighs closing in around oscars head as pleasure spread around her lower body.

oscars tongue darted in and out of her, the lewd sounds filling the room. “are you going to come for me, pretty girl. yeah? yeah, that’s right, come on my tongue, princess.”

he slipped a finger in, and the sensation of his finger flexing while his tongue played with her sensitive, puffy clit made her cry out, rutting her hips into his face, grinding against his finger and trying to get herself off.

“oscar, im coming!” she cried, the coil in her stomach finally snapping as she cried out his name, fingernails leaving scratches in the skin on the back of his neck.

his hands gripped her thighs; he was holding himself up over the carpet on his forearms, his body shaking she coated the bottom of his face in evidence of her arousal. he moaned at the taste, sitting up on his knees and catching her eyes before sticking his finger in his mouth and sucking the salty fluid off his finger.

she smiled at him, face rosy and flushed. her limbs felt like jelly, arms giving out underneath her as she tried to prop herself up to kiss him. chuckling to himself, oscar braced his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to kiss her forehead, then her cheeks, and then the tip of her nose before, finally, her lips.

“I love you.” they both whispered, one after another, the room silent save for the low hum of the tv and the crackling in the fireplace.

“baby, as much as I would love to stay here with you, I am absolutley throbbing and if I am not inside of you in the next five minutes, I am going to lose it.” oscar chuckled, kissing her softly.

she smiled, giggling as he ran his hands over her flushed skin. “you know you’re going to throw your back out if we do this on the floor, right?”

“yeah, but it will be so totally worth it.” oscar laughed, kissing her forehead softly. “stay right here, and keep warm. I’ll be right back.”

she hated to see him go, but she loved to watch him leave, eyes zeroing in on both his impressive back muscles and the way his jeans hugged his backside. how did she get so lucky to land such a god of a boyfriend?

when he vanished into the bedroom, she stripped out of the corset, cringing when she noticed the reddened imprints left on her skin from where the wires dug into her. she pulled the santa hat off, dropping it pathetically to the carpet before pulling a blanket around her shoulders. she was slowly regaining feeling in her limbs, a feeling of contentment spreading through her stomach as oscar came back, a festive box in his hands,

“right, so your choices are peppermint, gingerbread and eggnog.” he grinned, tossing her three small packages before slipping out of his jeans.

her limbs tingled as she watched him undo his belt, his rock-hard cock straining against his flannel boxers. it was only when oscar sat down next to her, stealing half of the white knit throw blanket to wrap around his own shoulders, that she looked down at the packages in her hands.

they were christmas themed condoms, a reindeer face smiling up at her from the gingerbread one. she couldn’t help it when she burst out laughing, sniffing the peppermint package.

“oscar! what the fuck?” she managed through laughter. “you know the flavoured bit only counts if I’m sucking your dick right? and that’s not happening tonight.”

“they were a gag gift from lando.” oscar laughed, fiddling with one of the foil packets. “I brought out normal ones too; I don’t know how much I trust these ones anyways.”

she laughed, leaning over to kiss him. “thank you.”

“anything for my girl.” oscar deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to gently and politely explore the inside of her mouth, pushing her down onto the carpet once again, thigh pushing her legs apart.

he grinded against her sensitive core, trying to find some sort of relief for himself while also making sure that he lasted more than a minute when he finally got inside of her.

her legs curled around his waist, pulling him him closer as they made out, warm and sweaty skin sticking to each other as they warmed up by the fire.

he didn’t even need to pull away to make a grab for the discarded red hat, only drawing back to put it on before he extracted his cock from his boxer shorts.

she giggled, sitting up so she could take him in her hands, jerking him slightly before ripping open a condom package (just a regular one, not the peppermint one she knew he had been eyeing).

laughing to herself, she twirled the end of the hat in her fingers. “I should not find this as hot as I do. just so you know.”

“duly noted. are you ready for me, princess?”

she smiled at him, slipping out of her lacy panties before she straddled him, his sheathed cock teasing at her entrance, shivers running up her spine. “I wanna be on top. wanna ride your cock.”

and who was oscar to argue?

he gripped her hips, her hands on his shoulders as he positioned himself by her entrance. she was so wet that he slid right in, her fingernails leaving crescent marks on his shoulders as she winced, hiding her face in his neck.

“I know, sweet girl.” he moved his hands up and down her back. “i know it’s a lot to take, but you’re doing it so so well. you make the first move, sweetheart.”

she straightened her back, touching her nose to oscars as she began to slowly grind her hips, getting used to every inch of his dick splitting her in half.

“that’s it, pretty girl. nice and easy.” oscar groaned, palming her ass. “that’s it.”

with oscars hands guiding her, she began to pick up the pace, pulling up before sinking back down against his cock.

“fuck, baby, feels so good.” she whined, fingers tugging at the hairs on the nape of his neck. “feels so deep.” she reached for his hand, pressing it to her stomach to show oscar just how deep he actually was.

“yeah? yeah, this cock is all yours, baby. whenever you want it, you tell me. I’ll drop everything to give it to you.” he grunted, one hand gently smacking her ass. she yelped, hips startling before she smashed her lips to his, moving her hips in subtle circles.

he moaned into her mouth, thrusting up to meet her hips halfway, watching as her mouth dropped open in a guttural moan. “you like that, sweet girl? yeah, you just let me take over and fuck you until you’re all blissed out.”

he took the lead, planting his feet on the floor, one hand supporting his weight and the other holding his princess close, her perky, sensitive nipples pressed against his chest as he thrust up, his cock sliding in and out of her like it was nothing.

“oh, yes.” she whined.

“that’s my pretty girl. that’s my fucking girl.” he growled, rolling over so he was on top again. normally he loves it when she rode him, loved the intimacy that came with it.

but he was so pent up that he needed something more.

he slipped her legs over his shoulders, muscles rippling as he leaned forwards to thrust into her, balls slapping against her skin.

her hands gripped his shoulders, slipping down his chest and leaving little pink marks in their wake as he pounded in and out of her, the pom pom on the end of his festive hat dangling in her face

“fuck, I love being like this with you.” he rasped, fingers digging into the shag carpet. “being this close to you.” he started to kiss up the side of her throat, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the sweat off her skin. “you’re so fucking pretty like this, all blissed out and at peace on my cock. love making you feel good, honey.”

he allowed her legs to slide off his shoulders, leaning down to kiss her, swallowing her moan as he bit down on her lip.

“shit, I love your cock, oscar. I love having it inside of me. needed it so bad!” she cried, clinging to his upper body as she let him have his way with her.

she knew he knew what she wanted, what she liked. he could read her like the back of his hand, and she was so blessed to feel safe enough with him that she could just clear her mind and let oscar make her feel good.

“that’s my girl. taking it so well. how are you feeling, princess?”

“perfect.” she breathed, inhaling sharply as his cock brushed up against her walls. “absolutley perfect.” her eyes slammed shut as her walls started to contract, squeezing oscar’s cock for all it was worth

“are you going to come, pretty girl? come all over my thick cock?”

“yeah.” she whined, tears of pleasure pricking the corners of her eyes as he kept slamming into her. “yeah, I’m almost there.”

she almost didnt get to finish her sentence, oscars lips claiming hers against his own as he kissed her deeply, one feee hand coming down to play with her clit. she gripped his biceps tightly, moaning harshly against his lips as she felt herself clamp down on him, seeing stars as she started to let go.

“that’s it, princess. let go for me, cover my cock in your sweet sweet come. give it to me, sweet girl. I’ve got you,”

she came with a cry of his name, feeling her body go weak as all her energy evaporated. the motion triggered oscar’s own orgasm, his entire body shaking as he grunted (arguably louder than she did, back muscles rippling as his body tightened and then went slack) spilling into the latex shield before his arms gave out and he collapsed against her.

“I love you.” he mumbled, kissing her softly before gently pulling out. he reached behind him for the blanket, tucking it around her body before sliding a throw pillow underneath her head. “hang tight for me, baby. I’m gonna go make you a hot chocolate.”

he slipped the condom off, balling it up with the intention of chucking it in the garbage on his way to the kitchen, pulling his boxers back on before washing his hands and pulling two mugs out of the upper cabinets.

y/n watched him from her position on the floor, a soft smile on her face as she marvelled at the scratches on his back, and the pure soft domesticity of watching her lover make her a hot drink after he made her see stars.

he came back minutes later, with two mugs piled high with whipped cream and a foolish smile on his face.

“merry christmas, pretty girl.” he hummed, kissing her softly, not expecting anything more than what it was.

“merry christmas, oscar.”

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@magnummagnussen @twinkodium @httpiastri @libraryofloveletters @cartierre @lorarri @thatsdemko @oconso @sidcrosbyspuck

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THIS CHURCH SURE HAS WONDERFUL ACOUSTICS! ✦ . 　⁺ MALLEUS DRACONIA NSFW

“I just miss my friends, I guess,” you admitted, tracing your fingers on the hem of the shirt as you spoke. “I just want to hold someone I know and let my sorrows melt away.” There was a brief pause as Hornton tilted his head slightly in thought. “Holding someone, will it make you happy?” in which a dragon and a human find comfort in each other warnings: amab!reader but no pronouns, nsfw, hurt/comfort, sacrilegious, explicit sex wc: 5.2k

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Cold night air swirled through the cracked windows of Ramshackle, stifling all hopes you had of a good night’s sleep. You could almost see your breath fogging up in the diabolically cold room; really, were you surprised Crowley hadn’t provided you with adequate insulation? Only Grim’s warmth at the foot of the bed gave you any semblance of heat - alas, it was simply not enough.

My toes are going to freeze off and roll away, you thought mournfully. Shivering, you stared up at the rickety ceiling, as if it would provide any other comfort. Slowly but surely, your thoughts turned away from Crowley’s nasty little shack he gave you to call home, and instead became retrospective.

Homesickness. It wasn’t just that you missed your room back home, and all the little oddities within. Friends. Comfort. You missed the casual touches of friends back home. The bone-crushing hugs you’d give, clinging on for dear life whenever you wanted. Holding hands with friends while hanging out; the skin-to-skin contact reminded you there were others with you.

Why did it have to end?

Sure, you had Ace and Deuce (maybe even Jack?) as your new chums, pals, bosom buddies, etc. It was nice to have friends in this odd place. But you longed for the familiarity that old friends carried; the lack of shared memories and touch with Ace and Deuce made them, quite frankly, mere acquaintances in your eyes.

Hollowness. That was what you felt at that very moment. It was unbearable. There were no tears to be shed, only a deep apathy for your situation. You supposed it wasn’t all that healthy, but it was probably your brain in shock.

What could you really do? Your teeth gnawed on your bottom lip as you shifted out of bed. You weren’t getting any sleepier, so the next best thing was to get some fresh air and maybe even water. Like a plant.

As you ambled downstairs towards the porch, you found your mind wandering to that boy with horns who often appeared by the porch of Ramshackle Dorm, who Grim had nicknamed Hornton. For whatever reason, the boy hadn’t taken offence to the name, though you supposed he did ask you to call him whatever you wished.

At least Grim hadn’t suggested something like Horny McHorn the Horned…

You shook the thought from your mind, mentally gagging. Would Hornton even be here at your porch tonight? A small part of your mind yearned for the comfort of another presence, even if it was someone you had only a handful of encounters with.

Quietly, you unlatched the front door (the poor thing almost keeled over with the slightest nudge) and slipped outside. Only the cold air greeted you; surprisingly, it was warmer out here than in your very bed (maybe it was the ghosts?).

Disappointment wormed its way into your stomach. It was silly. Hornton didn’t have an obligation to be here at all, so why were you feeling this way? You slunk onto the front step and sat down, wrapping your arms around yourself.

At least the cold air was slowly becoming refreshing? Or was this an attempt to gaslight yourself into making the most of this situation?

“Child of man, what has prompted your sadness?” a voice spoke from above, and you almost squeaked in surprise as you looked upwards to see the glowing eyes of Hornton.

“Hornton!” you scrambled to stand up, brushing off the rickety fragments of Ramshackle that no doubt clung to your sleepwear. “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

“I am here now,” Hornton’s patient voice seemed to have a touch of concern for your slightly dishevelled appearance. “Still, you have not answered my question. Would you like to talk about what ails you so?”

You met his eyes. His brows were drawn low in contemplation. It wouldn’t hurt to tell him, right?

“I just miss my friends, I guess,” you admitted, tracing your fingers on the hem of the shirt as you spoke. “I just want to hold someone I know and let my sorrows melt away.”

There was a brief pause as Hornton tilted his head slightly in thought.

“Holding someone, will it make you happy?”

“Yeah, it just reminds me I’m not alone?” the end of your sentence curled up into a question when you furrowed your brows trying to think of a good answer.

“Then-” Hornton took a step closer to you, gazing at your face. “-may I do the honours?”

Your eyes widened involuntarily. You hadn’t thought he’d actually volunteer to hug you, but it was a very pleasant surprise.

“Yes, please,” your voice came out a lot softer than you had hoped. He held out his arms (quite awkwardly, you had to admit). Your arms enveloped his upper torso, and your head fitted right into the crook of his neck.

You could feel his hands, almost fluttering with the amount of care he held within them.

“You can put them anywhere on my back,” you murmured with your eyes closed. A smile wriggled its way onto your face when you felt a light pressure on your scapula and upper spine. In response, you put more pressure into your hug, letting your strength create a comforting weight upon Hornton.

You felt him sharply intake air with the added pressure, before softening into your grasp. Sharp claws brushed over your back as he curled his hands slightly inwards to grip onto the back of your shirt.

He wasn’t cold, exactly, but he was pleasantly cool to the touch. Your body, pressed against his, could feel the rhythmic thump of his heart. Slow and steady. As you slowly breathed in, you could smell on him woodsmoke and what smelled like the wind during rainy autumn days.

Your hands slowly worked their way upwards before they settled higher on his spine, where his hair cascaded over your hands like an obsidian waterfall. You pressed even tighter against him, but not overwhelmingly so - whatever homesickness you had earlier slowly ebbed away.

Slowly, you began to pull away to take a breather. Hornton loosened his grip on your shirt and furrowed his brow at you before speaking.

“That was… nice,” Hornton stated. A rosy hue painted the tips of his pointed ears.

“Can I be selfish and request another hug?” Hornton continued, his eyes crinkling as he smiled down at you tentatively.

“Yeah, you’re really good at this,” you smiled back at him encouragingly, breath caught in your throat as he let out a little laugh. Burying the feeling, you pressed back into his body, allowing yourself to collect your thoughts before holding him tighter.

Who the hell allowed him to be so goddamn beautiful? You felt your pulse rise to an allegro. To make matters worse, Hornton wrapped his arms around you in a very similar manner that you employed when hugging. Such close proximity felt as though the two of you were becoming one.

Your heart almost jumped into your throat as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel his breath fanning out onto your collarbone. Gleaming onyx horns jutted out past your shoulder; really, every part of Hornton was perfectly polished.

His claws brushed against your back once again as he held you closer. An inkling of understanding trickled through your brain; he was also desperate to be held. Tentatively, one of your hands left its post at his spine and carefully made its way to the nape of his neck. You cradled the back of his neck, running your fingers through the hair on his scalp.

His breathing rapidly quickened against your collarbone, and you felt his pulse sync up to your own, the staccato beats assuring you in continuing your ministrations.

How long had it been since he had been held? From the snippets of conversations that had been about him, you had gathered that he was generally feared by the student populace and distanced from the outside world; it was definitely a possibility that he was touch-deprived, especially if he was someone in a position of high power or responsibility.

In response to your own contemplation, you simply locked your arms around him, making sure the pressure around him wasn’t going to be unpleasant, but rather like a weighted blanket. You felt him relax even more into the hug, and you mentally patted yourself on the back.

“Child of man..” his voice brushed against your throat, and you felt your face heat up. Surely he felt your pulse spike upwards? You stifled your shiver and looked down upon him. Piercing green eyes focused on you as you nervously swallowed.

“Yeah?” Whatever hopes of sounding composed were dashed as your voice almost warbled. At best, it was just shaky.

“Thank you,” Hornton’s voice reverberated with pure sincerity against your sternum. He was going to be the death of you, you thought. You took it as a cue to slowly disentangle your arms from around him as his head slowly raised.

“Can I..” his voice was laced through with hesitation as his eyes searched your face for an answer, even before he finished his question. Heavy heartbeats resounded through your entire body as you waited for him to finish.

“Can I kiss you?” Pause. Blood rushed through your entire organism. You could almost count the number of capillaries extending through your body as you suddenly rushed into a state of transcendent awareness. Goddamn. You couldn’t think straight, especially since he was still holding on to you.

“It’s alright if-” his voice was cut off when your fingers curled around his striped tie (really, why was he still in uniform?!) and pulled him closer. Your other hand gently made its way to his chin to guide him to you.

You heard his breath stutter as your lips brushed over his. Distantly, you were aware of his hands choosing to cradle the back of your head. He really was adorable; you smiled into the kiss ever so slightly as you deepened it, feeling him stiffen marginally.

Hesitation was clearly present in his kiss as you guided him through it. Your pace was languorous to allow him to adjust, especially when you opened your mouth. Sharp fangs brushed over your tongue as he opened his own mouth for you. Good.

Your eyes squinted open slightly in shock when you felt his forked tongue. Holy shit. He clearly felt your surprise, since his grip on the back of your head suddenly became more solid and his movements a lot more confident. Seemed like he had adjusted. Your hand trailed from his tie and settled on his waist, pulling him towards you while simultaneously pressing yourself towards him so he’d step backwards. His back pressed against the sturdy beam of the porch, and you could feel surprise radiating at your boldness.

“Mmph-” you saw his eyes flutter open when he gasped slightly at the impact. Once again, you could feel the corners of your lips tugging upwards into a smile, and he felt it too, since you could feel his eyes burning into you.

You pulled back to take a breather, watching a string of saliva connect the two of you. He was enraptured with it, with his cool lips slightly parted in what could probably be described as awe as he watched the thread bridging the distance.

His eyes flickered back to yours, watching for any sign of discomfort. When he found none, he tilted his head slightly. A question. You leaned in, sealing your answer. But instead of his mouth, you tilted his head sideways and pressed a kiss to his neck, loosening his tie to allow for a canvas for you.

“What-” his question was cut off by an exhale of breath that was suspiciously close to a moan when you lightly bit his pulse point, sucking on it to leave a bruising mark. “Keep- keep going.”

You were going to do just that. A burning trail of marks made their way from right under his ear to his collarbone, accompanied by his slightly strangled breathing. Your knee found its way between his legs, almost subconsciously, but it didn’t pull away as he sank down onto it slightly. Goodness, he really was eager.

Then again, so were you. Your body pressed further into his to hear his irregular breathing. Your mouth continued its feverish ministrations. All to further fluster him. The smugness almost creeped out of your pores with how satisfied you were feeling at that moment.

You could almost feel him slightly moving against your thigh, desperate for any sort of friction. Pulling back, you gazed at him with a shit-eating grin (one that was quickly stifled). His eyes were half-lidded with a sultry gaze, lips glazed over with spit.

“Do you want to continue this?” you asked him seriously. When he nodded, eyes still slightly hazed over, you frowned slightly, leaning in closer.

“Use your words, pretty boy,” you commanded, tilting your head. His eyes met yours, the sharp green gaze slightly softening.

“Please, I want to continue,” he said with a touch of desperation. His eyes flickered between your heavy gaze and your slightly swollen lips. You felt that shit eating grin almost rise again within you at this powerful being reduced to such a state.

“Do you have anywhere we can go?” you inquired, gesturing to the rickety building behind you. No doubt it would probably collapse with any sort of frisky activity.

“Yes, actually,” with that, Hornton pulled you close to him and a cloud of warm fireflies obscured your vision. You couldn’t see much, only his comforting presence pressed against you.

“Call me Malleus,” his voice brushed against your ear as the two of you were carried off to who knows where.You could almost hear his smile as you shivered slightly. “I would like to hear my name out of your mouth when you cry it out.”

You almost felt your jaw drop with his audacity. Strangely, that name was really familiar. Malleus. Malleus? That Malleus? Your brow furrowed, making connections between the rumours of the terrifying Diasomnia housewarden and the boy with horns next to you. Ah. You had just wrapped potentially the most powerful mage in this school around your pinkie finger.

Still, it was bold of him to assume he wouldn’t be the one crying out. The fireflies slowly began to fade out, and you braced yourself for wherever Malleus had taken you.

Hold on.

Was this a cathedral? Your eyes surveyed the abandoned building. Under the watchful eye of the moon, shimmering stained glass patterns cast themselves onto the stone and marble friezes. Some of the roof was missing, leaving dust motes to swim around languidly in the harsh streams of moonlight.

The altar before you was covered in a pristine white cloth, unmarked by blemishes. Beside it was a vase of freshly cut lilies. Who could’ve-

“I come here to think,” Malleus admitted to you sheepishly. He looked around the building with you. “I’ve been trying to tidy it up a bit, but it’s secluded enough that it can wait. The acoustics here are wonderful.”

You weren’t even surprised. Although, sex in an abandoned cathedral was a first.

“How sacrilegious!” your eyes widened with mock-incredulity. You didn’t give a shit, in all actuality. Carnal desire began to pump within your veins. You grabbed his arm and pulled him to the altar, smoothing the edge of the cloth against what could only be stone.

“Allow me,” Malleus pressed a chaste kiss to the edge of your mouth before lifting you up onto the cloth. You stared down at him, slightly amused by his boldness. What could he be planning? Your questions were answered as he gestured to your pants inquiringly. Was he going to suck you off?

With deft hands, Malleus undid the ties that held the pants to your hips, before tugging them off and letting them pool on the stone steps beside the vase of lilies. You watched in surprise as he ravenously stared down your boxers.

“Eager, aren’t we?” you crooned, feeling the pressure on your thighs tighten as he gripped them. Your words didn’t seem to register as he swallowed audibly. The piercing thralls of desire suddenly consumed you; wordlessly, you hooked a thumb around the waistband and pulled them down, hissing as the cool night air hit the skin of your dick.

You watched him observe your movements with the gaze of a predator, lustfully looking at your exposed skin. This time it was your turn to swallow audibly as he bent down between your legs and pressed a cool kiss to the soft skin on the inner thighs. His flickering green eyes held your gaze and you felt your face heat up as he smiled.

You leaned back, pressing your palms flat against the altar to attempt to quell your lust. His eyes never left your face as he kissed the base of your dick. You fought the urge to bury your face in your hands when he thumbed the slit, spreading the precum along the head, eliciting a small gasp from you. Malleus’ fangs flashed at you as he opened his mouth to suckle the top of your dick.

“Fuck,” you groaned, shifting onto one palm as the other buried itself in his hair. You could feel a low rumble in his throat at the action, which in turn stimulated you further. He began licking in earnest; you thanked whatever ancestor it was that gave him that heavenly forked tongue. Malleus looked divine like this, with the pale impressions of the stained glass upon his body.

Without warning, he took you in his mouth. The sensation of the cool saliva enveloping your dick was almost enough to make you scream, and you grabbed onto one of his horns without thinking. The action made Malleus stiffen, before a deep groan emerged from his throat.

“Good boy,” you praised him as he took you deeper, thumbing the ridges of his horn. So. They really were sensitive, you duly noted. Your gentle ministrations along the edges of his horn, coupled with your praises, almost gave him heart arrhythmia with how fast his heart was beating. And he knew you could feel his pulse through your thighs, with the way you smiled at him with that look in your eyes.

He quickened his pace with his mouth, wanting to hear more of those gasps and praises from you. You matched his tempo with his horns, grinning as you felt more vibrations of his groans on his dick. Could you make him come from just this? Your second hand raised from the altar to set on his other horn, mirroring your actions. His eyes squeezed shut with the pleasure, and you could feel more saliva than usual.

“Fuck, Malleus,” you groaned when he took you all the way down. His name on your tongue sounded absolutely divine echoing within the cathedral, and his dick throbbed within the confines of his uniform pants.

“I’m going to-” you cried out when he hollowed out his cheeks, feeling so absolutely tight. You saw white as you came in his mouth, and felt him swallow as best as he could. Fuck. He felt unbelievably good.

The taste of you on his tongue caused Malleus’ mind to go haywire as you kept stroking his horns. He felt his own climax fast approaching; desperately, he squeezed his thighs together for any semblance of friction.

“You did so good, Malleus,” your thumb wiped up some of the fluid leaking from the corner of his mouth, driving him over the edge. He released into his pants, feeling the fabric soil.

Malleus let out a strangulated moan as your dick left his mouth, and you blinked. Once. Twice. Surely he hadn’t.. You gazed down at the wet spot slowly spreading across his pants and grinned. Seems your earlier question had been answered.

“Did you come untouched? What a desperate little slut,” you cooed, lifting his face to yours by grabbing his chin with your hand. At your words, for some inexplicable reason, Malleus felt his dick twitch once again.

You pressed your lips to his, tasting the salt on his tongue as he eagerly opened his mouth once again. You left him chasing after you as you hopped off the altar, grabbing his hips to prevent him grinding against you to relieve that need for friction.

“In all due time,” you murmured, pressing a quick kiss to the marks you made on his collarbones earlier. Malleus’ eyes followed your motions as you tugged off his blazer and unbuttoned his pants. You could feel the tension as you ran your fingers across his poised abdomen.

In one swift motion, you tugged down his pants, exposing his skin. Yippee. Your eyes traced his figure, noticing his gaze lingering on your hands.

“Do you want me to continue?” you asked, enunciating every word. His eyes snapped back to yours.

“Please, touch me,” he begged you. Something about his desperation lit a fire within you. Who were you to deny his wish?

“Open,” you gestured to his mouth. With a quizzical look, he complied, allowing you to place two fingers in his mouth.

“Coat them,” you grinned as he obediently sucked on your fingers. Oh, you were going to enjoy ruining him. You took your fingers out of his mouth, turning him around to face the altar using his hips.

“Bend over,” you instructed, guiding his hands with your free hand to rest on the altar. He’d most likely need the support. Malleus complied with your request, upper body tense.

“Relax, I won’t bite,” you deftly pulled down his boxers, hearing him hiss at the frigid air. You traced circles on his ass with your dry hand, before using your spit-covered fingers to tease at his entrance. “Unless you want me to.”

You heard him gasp as your fingers slid into his tight hole. The ring of muscle didn’t offer much resistance as you allowed him to grow accustomed to the feeling. A grin wormed its way onto your face as you saw the sheen of sweat on his brow. You didn’t even know fae could sweat.

Before you could ask him if he was adjusted, you felt his hips try to rock on your fingers. That wouldn’t do.

“Ah-ah,” you tutted, grabbing his hips with your free hand. “Not so fast.”

Your fingers moved agonisingly slowly inside of him, rhythmically pumping in and out so as to not allow him to release too quickly. With an absolutely devilish grin, you located that sweet spot of spongy nerves inside him, pressing it with enough pressure for him to moan uncontrollably until the very rafters of the cathedral echoed the sound back.

You didn’t allow him to climax though, pulling away everytime he was close. The sight of him, panting beneath your careful touches, made you unbelievably horny. His expression was one of desperation when he looked back at you.

“Please, fill me,” Malleus gasped out as he was once again denied release. Who were you to deny that cute face? You slipped your fingers out completely, hearing him whine at the loss. You grabbed his chin and worked at the buttons on his shirt while kissing him feverishly. Once his shirt was open, you loosened his tie completely before pulling away. You swiftly slipped your own shirt off your body, allowing Malleus to drink in the sight of your bare upper body.

“Get up onto the altar,” you breathed into his ear, feeling your self-control on the verge of snapping as he shivered from the warm air. He easily climbed onto the spacious expanse of the stone slab, with you following. Using your hand to press him down until he leaned back onto his back, you grabbed his tie. You deftly pinned his wrists above his head, tying them firmly but not reducing any of his circulation.

“What are you-” Malleus’ question was interrupted by your sweet kiss to the side of his mouth.

“Let me take care of you,” your voice was hushed as you trailed kisses across his chest, using your fingers to play with his nipples. He let out a strangled moan at the new stimulation, driving him closer and closer to the brink. Before he could use it to get off, you pulled away with that teasing smile. Damn you.

Your eyes never left his as you leaned in above him, and all he could do was shut his eyes as he felt your dick rub against his. The friction was unbearably agonising; every time he tried to buck his hips upwards, you’d laugh and push his hips back down, before kissing his chest once again.

With a final kiss, you slipped the tie off his wrists. Malleus was left blinking at this sudden change in attitude, before you entered inside of him and he swore he saw stars. His back arched at the intrusion and you greedily drank in the sight. His unrestrained moans were like a heavenly choir to your ears. He was right, the acoustics were unparalleled here.

Transfixed, you gazed at your dick entering him again and again. The sound of skin on skin, of his moans and of the wet sloshing sounds was growing too much to handle. Your eyes half-closed in the pure bliss you were beginning to approach.

Malleus’ mouth was half-open with pleasure, his mouth leaking drool. His eyes were glassy with pleasure, and you knew his time was fast approaching. Your hands deftly angled his hips so your dick would slam into his prostate dead on. With the first collision, his back arched and hole tightened around you.

White ropes of cum shot from his dick, splattering torso and your abdomen. Malleus let out a string of broken moans as he climaxed, the overstimulation from your constant well-timed thrusts causing tears to leave his eyes.

“Just a few moments longer, Malleus,” you leaned over him, supporting yourself on your forearms. His hole fluttering around your dick was slowly driving you to your climax, and that long awaited heaven was going to arrive very soon.

“Please- please don’t stop,” Malleus sobbed out, his claws scraping down your back. The pain made you hiss, but you were interrupted by the wave of pleasure soon after.

“Do you want me to come inside you?” you groaned out next to his ear. “Do you want me to breed you?”

“Please,” Malleus babbled, calling out your name; your vulgar language made his dick stiffen once again. You could feel him beneath you, and your hazy mind registered this with a great deal of surprise. Maybe fae refractory periods were a lot shorter? Regardless, this was something you could definitely work with.

The obscene sounds below you were doing a number on you. Your mind creeped towards that blissful, all-consuming state.

“Please come in me,” Malleus’ words, coupled with your name being moaned out, drove you over the edge. Your mind hazed over as his insides were splattered white. The sensation of your warm fluids inside him drove him to his own climax, and he bit down onto your shoulder.

The sharp tang of your blood and the salt of your sweat made his dick twitch, before releasing more ropes of cum. His moans were mixed with incoherent babbling and praises, which only added to your blissful state. You were only distantly aware of the throbbing pain in your shoulder, which also quickly gave way to an overwhelming pleasure.

Your hips came to a slow stop. Malleus’ hands grasped the nape of your neck and he pulled you in for a heated, sloppy kiss, still rocking his hips on your overstimulated dick, milking you for all you were worth.

“Fuck, Malleus,” you moaned into his mouth as he greedily kept the friction going. Your mind felt as if it were about to break from the pleasure, though you could last a while longer if he still wanted to keep going. You moved your mouth to his horns, licking a strip at the base using the flat of your tongue while he kept rolling his hips.

The obscene moans he was releasing echoed around the stone ruins. You feverishly worked to absolutely reduce him to a mess as you suckled on one of his horns and used your hand to pump up and down for the other one.

You could feel his back arch and his hips stutter to a halt as he came for the fourth and final time. Hot rivulets of cum streamed from his abdomen and pelvis, and down your legs. He wore an absolutely fucked-out expression, with tears streaming from his eyes, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks. His normally sleek hair stuck to his face, strands coated in sweat. You noticed the dried blood, most likely your own, remaining on his fangs as his mouth was parted.

You were sure your expression was also one of fucked-out bliss. You didn’t want to pull out just yet, so you admired his beautiful face as he slowly opened his eyes.

“You were so good for me,” you murmured, using a finger to trace patterns around his nipples and chest. He gently grasped your wrist with a shaky hand and pressed a little kiss to your inner wrist.

“I’m going to pull out,” you whispered to him, rocking back. The friction caused Malleus to let out another moan, and you wished for nothing more than to hear his sounds forever.

Agonisingly slow. That’s the pace in which you moved your hips outward, so you could observe the cum gush out of him. You could only hear heavy panting and breathy moans leave Malleus as your dick slowly exited.

You looked on in ecstasy as you finally exited him completely and a thick, steady stream of cum left his hole. Malleus whined at the loss of your dick filling him up. Almost involuntarily, your fingers scooped up some of the mingling fluids, his and yours, and held them out to his mouth. You almost moaned with how eagerly he lapped up the juices off your fingers.

You slowly made your way off the altar, wincing at the rush of cold air against your bare skin. Picking up the discarded clothes, you were transfixed by the sight of Malleus gazing at you ever so tenderly.

“You were beautiful,” Malleus reached out for your hand, shivering as you took it. Wordlessly, you kissed each of his fingers, then the back of his hand, with his eyes on you the whole time. You could say the same about him, with his pale skin dappled with the radiance of the stained glass, glossed with the sheen of sweat.

“Let’s get cleaned up, shall we?” you helped him sit up and slide down the altar, mourning the soiled altar cloth. A flurry of fireflies is all that remained in the ruins of the cathedral, and even then, they slowly winked out of sight.

The bath at Diasomnia was already drawn for the two of you. How Malleus managed it was beyond you, though it was probably his magic. Regardless, it was a relatively straightforward clean-up.

Tomorrow, when he goes to his lessons, he’ll walk with a slight limp. No one will be any the wiser, save those who notice his carefully ironed collar conceals odd bruising marks.

[captainheartcollector]

Doubts

Alastor x Reader

A/N: Hello, everyone! Here is my first (and probably only since I’m not really a writer) attempt at an Alastor x Reader. I don’t know why, but I got inspired to write a scenario involving the day after having relations with Alastor the very first time. It doesn’t go into detail. Being on the ace spectrum myself, maybe this was just my way of coping with things. This was very self-indulgent. Story is all from Reader’s POV, whom I kept gender neutral. I’m sorry if Alastor is super ooc. I don’t have any clue on how to capture his personality. But I hope that you can enjoy the story nonetheless!

CW: suggestive themes, excessive use of pet names

Word Count: 1,144

Last night was the first time Alastor and you made love. Why he decided to be so generous, you couldn’t say. But you weren’t going to complain. When you awoke the following morning, you awoke to an empty bed. His spot beside you was cold. He had undoubtedly been up hours before you were. Realization set in. Did last night really happen? Was it a dream? No. The evidence riddled all over your aching body proved it. You eventually found the strength to sit up. Was he upset with you? Did he regret his decision to go all the way? Is that the reason he didn’t stay? You hadn’t pressured him, but you were the one who really wanted it after all.

Brushing those dangerous trepidations aside, you washed up and got ready for the day as usual. It was your day off, so you took things easy. However, you couldn’t help but notice that Alastor was nowhere to be seen within the hotel. Was he avoiding you? Surely, he was out on business, attending to his duties as an Overlord or brainstorming ideas for his next radio broadcast. Maybe he was just taking one of his daily strolls, chatting with Miss Rosie. Would he tell her?

Sure, Alastor was a schemer, but at this point, it felt far too late to start doubting him now. So, you tried your best to push those feelings away and keep yourself preoccupied, aiding as much as you could with the daily tasks around the hotel.

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It was hours before he finally returned. You glanced at the clock—it was nearly midnight. He sauntered through the front doors like all was right with the world. Once he detected your presence, he ambled across the lobby over to you smoothly. “Good evening, (y/n),” he chirped melodically with a flourish and a gleam in his eye. “I trust that you’ve caught up on your beauty sleep?” He sounded as pleasant as ever. So, you were clearly on speaking terms. Maybe that meant he wasn’t angry, or…

Despite your reservations, you couldn’t contain the eager smile creeping its way onto your face as you admired him. “Sure did,” you answered casually. “How was your outing today?”

“Frightfully illuminating, I must say. Thanks for asking!”

He acted like he was in a good mood. Therefore, you weren't going to sour it by prying further on the matter—especially when you could discern that he didn’t want you to. However, you needed to know the answers to the questions plaguing your mind. “Alastor,” you murmured, “do you think that we could talk…privately?” The last word was a whisper.

“Certainly, sweetheart.” That was easy. “Meet me in the library in ten.”

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And that’s where the two of you were now—in a secluded, quiet corner of the library. You made sure no one else was around beforehand. Though why would there be at this hour. He sat next to you on the plush camelback sofa. You stared down at your hands which were fidgeting in your lap nervously as you spoke. “Alastor…you’re not upset with me, are you?”

He studied you silently for a moment before responding. You could never tell what was running through that demented head of his. Suddenly, he chimed, “Not at all, dearest. What reason would there be for that?”

Did he really not get it? Was he just pretending to be oblivious? Or was he truly unbothered by what happened?

“You know…Last night. You’re not mad?”

You felt his slender, clawed fingers cup your chin, forcing you to look at him directly. His smile was genuine and warm.

“Of course not, darling. It was consensual, was it not?”

“Yes, but I would never want you to do those things if they make you uncomfortable…or, if you just plain don’t want to.”

“I did want to. I wanted to because I knew you wanted to.”

What? That was so uncharacteristically thoughtful to hear him say. His thumb caressed your cheek in reassurance while his lidded gaze never faltered. It felt as though he was completely unperturbed.

“Wow…That’s so sweet of you, Alastor.” So sweet, you almost didn’t know how to process it. “But,” you interjected, “I want you to be able to enjoy it, too. Otherwise, I can’t—”

One of his fingers grazed over your lips, effectively shushing you.

He let out a low hum as if in brief contemplation before continuing. “I did enjoy it… More than I thought possible,” he admitted, seemingly in spite of himself.

You couldn’t fight back the hopeful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “So…you don’t regret it?”

“Au contraire,” he beamed as he leaned in closer, mischief glinting in those gorgeous crimson eyes of his. “One could easily grow accustomed to seeing all those pretty faces you make while chanting my name more often.”

Immediately, an intense heat began to scald your cheeks as you hid your face in embarrassment, swatting him away playfully. “Don’t tease me!”

He chuckled heartily at your expense. “No sense in acting shy now, darling!”

“Ah, Alastor, stooop!”

His laughter continued briefly before he wiped a gleeful tear from his eye and conceded, “Very well.”

As soon as the silly little incident died down, you mustered the confidence to behold his eyes once more. He appeared absolutely pleased with himself. And yet again, you couldn’t help but return his contagious, everlasting smile. He was so beautiful—beyond just his face or form. You knew he was a menace, but there were beautiful aspects to his personality, too. Well, when he wanted there to be. Being able to make you smile—sincerely smile—was just one of them.

“Y’know,” you said finally, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between you, “I’m glad.”

Alastor’s toothy grin somehow grew even wider as he leaned down close to you like he had before. His hand crept along the back of your neck affectionately as he placed a tender kiss gently upon your forehead. Even after he carefully pulled away, his deft fingers continued to brush lightly through your hair and along your scalp. You could have melted right there and then.

“That’s wonderful news, (y/n.) Let’s try and keep it that way, shall we?”

You nodded in agreement as you happily slid into his arms, wrapping your own around his lithe frame, never taking for granted how freely and frequently he allowed you to touch him during these soft and confidential moments. “I love you,” you sighed contentedly, nuzzling against his chest.

However, it was his unexpected reply that left you feeling giddy for the rest of the night.

“I know, my dear. I am…quite fond of you, too.”

And that was enough for you.

[calcifiedunderland]

Part I, Part II, Part III (Here) (COMPLETED)

Ending I, Ending II, Ending III

Note: *falls over from exhaustion* after overthinking wayyy to much, here’s the last part!! Thank you all so much!!!!!!!

Taglist: @recreyomakesdoodles, @aruis4nosleep, @tinseltina, @ibby-miyoshi-nerd, @takitafulily, @viperwhispered, @peeisgood, @twistedcece,

Warnings: food/eating

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The next day, you busied yourself getting ready for the Unbirthday Party.

You ate the leftovers from Jamil for breakfast while Grim feasted on some tuna. You’d fallen into a nice little rhythm - eat Jamil or Azul’s leftovers for breakfast, and snack on a pastry or two made by Trey on your walk from Ramshackle to the Mirrors, and attend class. You’d even wrapped up a slice of tart in a napkin and munched on it in between classes, slipping Grim a bite or two to keep him happy.

After breakfast, you headed out. The two of you ambled on the way to Heartslabyul, when your phone rang.

You rose an eyebrow, but responded, “Hey Azul, is everything ok?” Azul’s voice came from your phone, sounding a bit shaky. “Everything is fine, Prefect. I was wondering if you could stop by the Lounge for a moment?”

About two minutes earlier, Azul was in his office, idly twirling the longer lock of hair next to his cheek. His thumb hovered over the send button, uncertain. How in the Seven Seas do humans do this?! He huffed and deleted it all, setting his phone down on his desk.

For the hundredth time, he thought back to how your study date went. The relieved look on your face, when you finally understood the subject because he had helped you filled him with smug satisfaction. He’d proven that he was reliable. His mind raced, there’s another exam for Alchemy. Maybe they’d want more help.

He reopened your chat when the door to his office opened. Floyd flopped onto the couch in boredom while Jade perched next to him, smirking with intrigue. Azul frowned, setting his phone down to pace around his office.

“I have no idea what to say. How, in the Sea Witch’s name, do I ask to see them again?” At that, Floyd just groaned in annoyance, but grinned when he saw Azul’s phone (unlocked) on his desk. “Ya can just ask them!” He cackled as he held Azul back with one arm and called your number with the other. Jade simply chuckled with a sadistic grin, while Azul yelled.

Now, Azul was sweating enough to fill the ocean twice over. “I’d like you to stop by the Lounge, because…” he trailed off, staring wide-eyed at the twins. Jade hummed, and offered “leftovers?” Azul nodded rapidly, then said quickly “y-yes! There’s some leftovers I’d like you to have!”

You stepped into the Heartslabyul mirror, “I really appreciate it, Azul, but I really don’t need any more leftovers, I barely have any space.” Your fridge was already bursting with Jamil’s curry, Azul’s Lounge dishes, and Trey’s fancy pastries. You’d taken to pawning some off to Ruggie, and even Epel began stopping by for some food.

Azul stared at Jade and Floyd, floundering for words. What? How?! You’d only taken two boxes of food, enough for one meal between you and Grim. He cleared his throat. “I-I see, well… I understand that Crewel will be having an Alchemy test soon, perhaps we could schedule a… session?” He gulped. He ignored Jade chuckling and mumbling ‘surely you mean date.’

You stopped in front of the Heartslabyul maze with a smile. “I’d really appreciate that, thank you. Y’know, I was having trouble with last week’s potion.” Azul sighed with relief, dropping into his office chair, “How about you come by later today? I have the afternoon free, and-“

“I won’t be able to, Azul,” you said apologetically. You waved to Ace and Deuce in the distance, the two of them were setting the table for the Party. You continued, “The Unbirthday Party is today, and it’ll be a while. Trey wanted me to help with the desserts again.” Trey stepped out into the maze, smiling at you.

You began walking to them, “Anyway Azul, I can call you back later, Trey needs me, I have to go.” You ended the call. Azul stared at his phone in disbelief. Clover…!

He stood abruptly, a scheming look in his eye. At that, Jade and Floyd immediately stood to attention, and moved to walk behind Azul as he stalked out of his office.

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You smiled as Trey walked up to you. The green-haired third year held a large cake stand in his hands, with a nicely decorated white heart-shaped cake sitting neatly inside. “Hello, (name),” he greeted you, setting the cake down on the table in front of Riddle’s throne. He smiled at you, and you felt warmth spread from your cheeks to your toes. “I’m glad you made it early, I needed some help frosting some last-minute cookies.”

You nodded in understanding, and walked with him into the kitchens. Trey walked behind you, “here, you’ll need an apron,” he gently put the neckpiece over your head and tied the string around your waist. You were caught off guard with how fast it happened, and your face felt warm. Even though you couldn’t see him, you could hear the smile (or smirk?) in Trey’s soft voice. “Wouldn’t want you to mess up your nice party outfit,” a deep chuckle reverberated from him.

You nodded quickly, squeaking out “of course!” before picking up a piping bag and frosting the cookies with the typical heart-pattern they always had. Trey smiled softly at you before doing the same with another bag, and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. Beneath his breath, Trey hummed, glancing at you every so often. As he swirled icing onto a madeleine, he wondered if he could ask you to help him again sooner.

Pretty soon, you two stacked the cookies into a tray and the Unbirthday Party was underway. Cheerfully, you watched your friends play croquet while you nibbled on a buttery madeleine cookie that Trey frosted. Thankfully, you weren’t particularly hungry now. You’d scarfed down some of Jamil’s cooking for breakfast, unable to resist the deliciously crisp scent of falafel that you’d warmed in the microwave.

While it didn’t have the same crunchy texture like when Jamil finished making it, it still tasted divine. And after browsing through your fridge, Jamil insisted on cooking you some dolma, complete with bell peppers stuffed with veggies and rice, and a few large, sweet, juicy, delectable mangos sent (and grown!) by Kalim’s family.

Jamil’s food was incredibly filling, and it didn’t help that every time he saw you, he sent you back with at least three tupperwares. Not that you minded, of course - you never minded it, especially when Jamil looked so happy. Subconsciously, you pulled out your phone and opened Jamil’s chat. You saw he left a message.

Jamil: Hey (name), are you doing ok? Please text me when you get this.

Back in the Scarabia kitchens, Jamil frowned at his phone. What is going on? An hour ago, he was walking to Sam’s shop to buy ingredients when he overheard Azul and the twins talking in the Mirror Chamber. Quickly, he hid behind the post and listened carefully to them. Strange, why was Azul going to the Heartslabyul mirror?

“So, whatcha gonna do about Sea Turtle?” Floyd asked, hands up behind his head. “Can’t have him crampin’ your style on Shrimpy.” Jade chuckled, a wicked grin on his face, “quite right. What is your plan, Azul?” The Housewarden in question merely stalked to the mirror, saying “I’ll simply chat with Trey. I’m sure Heartslabyul wouldn’t mind some more guests to their Unbirthday Party.” The twins merely grinned at each other, and walked into the mirror after Azul.

Jamil stared after them. So, not only is Azul pursuing you, he thought as he pulled out his phone to text you, but so is Trey? He’d known about Azul’s plans to become closer to you, but he hadn’t considered Trey. Still, Jamil should know about lying low and using closeness to your advantage. Sevens, that Clover could be as cunning as him. Despite the situation, a devious grin spread on Jamil’s face. It seemed that both of them weren’t aware of Jamil’s intentions though.

When he went back to the Scarabia kitchens, Jamil expected a text from you soon, but he was still waiting after an hour. It wasn’t like he wanted to oust himself by going to the Unbirthday Party looking for you, but he was feeling antsy just waiting. He flipped over a falafel patty on the stove, when he heard his text notification.

(Name): Hey Jamil! Yea im good, sorry for the late txt, im at heatslabl rn

(Name): its knda crazy here, jade and flyod are here??? Atm im hidin from flody, he saw me an yelled SHRmPY n I dont wanna be eaten lmao T-T

Jamil frowned deeply, and wrote back:

Jamil: Stay safe, I hope everything is ok. Do you know where Trey is? Maybe he could help.

Jamil: And do you know if Azul is there?

You flinched when you saw Floyd’s feet running beside the table you were huddled under, tablecloth obscuring you. He laughed loudly, babbling out “Crabby!” and “Mackerel!” Thankfully, he wasn’t looking for you anymore, but Sevens you needed a break. You responded to Jamil:

(Name): uh idk, i haven’t seen trey fr a while, and idk if azul is here at all.

Jamil’s eyes narrowed at his phone screen. Putting the last falafel aside, he packaged up some in a tupperware with more pita, some tahini hummus, and shawarma. He sent you a thumbs up, and made his way out of Scarabia.

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“Hello, Trey,” Azul greeted, hand firm on his cane. The two of them stood in the Heartslabyul kitchen, tension thick. Trey’s eyes narrowed at Azul. “Azul, what brings you to Heartslabyul?” he asked conversationally, though forced. Azul smiled thinly, eyes narrowing in turn, “I simply came to see what your…Unbirthday Parties are like.”

Trey crossed his arms, “Well, as I’m sure you can see, we’re all busy. Though they are called Parties, they’re an important event to Heartslabyul. An irreplaceable tradition,” he stressed. Azul hummed, “I’m sure, but they’re rather… unorganized, no?” He nodded towards the sink, “I see several things have escaped your care…” He glanced around the kitchen, noting a few stray cookies, cupcakes, and icing laying around, not to mention the large mound of dishes packed in the sink.

Azul looked up at Trey, pursing his lips. “You seem quite busy, perhaps all your eggs aren’t in one basket, hm?” he said with a smirk. Trey crossed his arms, angling his head, “I’m sure you didn’t come here for eggs, Azul, so say your piece and let me go to the Party.”

Under the scrutiny of Azul’s grey eyes, Trey was surprised at himself for his sudden brashness. Still, he decided, he didn’t want Azul taking advantage of your kindness. Azul cleared his throat, before the door to the kitchen swung open.

Trey’s golden eyes widened at Jamil’s dark grey irises, and the Scarabia second year steeled his gaze at him. Jamil shifted the Tupperware in his arms, “Hello Trey,” he said calmly while clutching the container considerably not calmly. “Where is the Prefect? I was looking for them.”

Jamil noticed the way Trey and Azul side-eyed each other. He serenely smiled at them, staying silent. Something swirled in Jamil’s dark eyes that made Azul’s eyes narrow - it wasn’t Jamil’s Unique Magic, but was still just as sinister.

“Jamil,” Trey said evenly, “it’s not often we see members of other dorms in Heartslabyul.” Its even stranger that you’re here looking for Prefect. And now that Azul is here too… Jamil nodded, and Trey continued. “The Prefect is out at the Party right now, what do you need them for?” The two listened closely to Jamil, who said carefully, “They texted me, and I was going to bring them back to Scarabia for a bite to eat-“

“Hm, how kind of you, Jamil.” Azul cut Jamil off, smiling coldly at him. He tapped his cane on the floor twice, saying “but I’m afraid I must take the Prefect with me to study, as they’re obligated under contract.” Trey narrowed his eyes, arms crossing, ���If they were under contract, wouldn’t they be there now instead of here, the Party?”Azul stared disdainfully at him, damn, I should’ve explicitly wrote out when (Name) would meet with me. I shouldn’t have left it up to them!

Trey felt triumphant as he said, “I’m sure whatever obligations the Prefect has, they will attend to after the Unbirthday Party.” Azul grit his teeth, “While Scarabia is… accommodating,” he nodded to Jamil, recalling Kalim’s wild chaotic parties, “and the Queen of Hearts’ dorm is indeed… charming,” he nudged a fallen cookie with his cane, “I believe the Prefect would prefer the attention of Octavinelle. After all, they have sought refuge with us before. If I recall, it was during winter break, right Jamil?”

Jamil’s eyes widened, and he glared at Azul’s smug look, “Yes, I’m sure they feel right at home being watched by your two henchmen. Please,” he scoffed, “They already have enough on their plate. You’d probably make them work at your restaurant.”

Trey begrudgingly agreed, “he’s right. That isn’t your decision to make, Azul.” He adjusted his glasses, the frame glinting in the kitchen’s light, “Of course, when they want to relax with people who care, they do come to Heartslabyul.”

Jamil turned incredulously to Trey, snorting “Heartslabyul also has a pair of ruckus-causing freshmen, if I remember correctly. I’m not sure the Prefect could properly relax here.” He tossed his bangs over his shoulder, “Scarabia is far more suitable, and Kalim’s family recently sent over new sofas for the lounge room. They’d be comfortable there.”

The three stared at each other, no one moving. Outside, however, was pandemonium.

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Something just had to happen at the Unbirthday Party, you thought exasperatedly. Of course, none other than Jade and Floyd had to come to Heartslabyul.

Now, Riddle was screaming Off With Your Head! at a wild, giggly Floyd. Meanwhile, Jade was inspecting the Rose Maze grounds under the excuse of ‘looking for wild mycelia.” Even though Heartslabyul meticulously kept the grounds spotless. Still, it didn’t stop your first year friends from tailing the Octavinelle Vice suspiciously while Cater was busy live-streaming the entire mess with a cheerful peace sign and grin. And now, after texting Jamil as a plea for help, you were staring at the thumbs up emoji he sent you. Like, what the hell Jamil? Really?

You sighed to yourself, drinking the last of your (drink) before rising to your feet. You had some suspicions for why the twins were here, paranoia filling you. Azul’s call earlier was a little strange. You would’ve asked him if he was alright, if you hadn’t had the Party. Shit, was there something in the contract I violated or something? You’d scoured that contract for everything, surely there wasn’t anything you missed?

You quietly passed a laughing Floyd and picked up a few empty cake and pastry platters, silently walking to the kitchens to put them in the sink. It’ll be nice to help Trey out a little. You also wondered if Jamil texted you back, oh and you could call Azul about your study session too! You were about to push the kitchen door open when you heard Trey mention your name.

“...and in any case, (Name) is already overworked,” Trey continued, maintaining eye contact with Azul. “I’m sure you wouldn’t do them any favors.” Azul’s eyes narrowed, “and what exactly do you mean by that, Clover?” His tone became icy, and a chill ran down your back as if you were doused with ice water.

You were startled to hear Jamil, who responded sternly, “the Prefect mentioned you made a contract with them. The last time you made contracts for studying, I remember it didn’t go well with them.” You heard Trey sigh and agree, “Jamil is right, and you know it. How do we know you aren’t just fooling them?”

Azul winced pushed up his glasses, frowning deeply, “I admit that the Prefect and I haven’t had the… best start,” he began, “but what happens between them and I is none of your concern.” You heard Trey bite back in a tone you’d never heard him use, “I’ll make it my concern if something happens to them.” Hastily he backtracked, “they’re my underclassmen, I have to look after them.”

Azul scoffed and continued, unimpressed “I’ve told you before, my intentions with them are entirely pure and good. I have been nothing but benevolent. Besides,” he smirked, ego growing, “don’t you find it interesting they came to me for help, and not either of you?”

You were surprised to hear Jamil’s voice sneer, “You would’ve found some way to rope them into your contracts sooner or later. But I wouldn’t have let you get away with it with (Name).” You heard Trey grit out, “You’re not much better than Azul, Jamil. Don’t think they haven’t told me what happened during winter break.”

You sucked in a deep breath and hefted the dishes in your arms. You’d heard enough. You were tired of people discussing you. And you were too underpaid to deal with whatever bullshit those three were beefing about in there. You summoned every acting tip Vil gave you, and pushed the kitchen door open with your back, “Hey Trey!” You feigned cheerfully, “I got some dishes, and did you know the twins are here?-“

Despite what you heard, you watched with amusement as the three of them jumped out of their skins. Trey and Azul’s glasses went askew and Azul’s cane clattered to the floor, smashing a fallen cookie into crumbs. Trey’s hat fell off next to him. The decorative coin beads in Jamil’s hair jangled as he flinched. Jamil’s long bangs and braids whipped Azul in the face as he spun around to look at you. As Azul spluttered at the sudden hair-attack, you noted Jamil was clutching a food container in his arms. Your mind drifted to your fridge.

You looked at them innocently and dumped the dishes in the sink. Not my problem.

“Oh, hello Azul!” You hummed, putting the cane in his hand, “I didn’t realize you came too! What a surprise!” You decided to ignore the flustered look on Azul’s face as he fidgeted with the cane. “And there you are, Jamil! I got worried when you didn’t text me back.” You smiled and hugged him softly, brushing his bangs behind his ear. Jamil’s face went slack with shock as you did, the tupperware almost slipping from his grasp.

You turned to Trey, sweeping up his hat and dusting it off before reaching up on your toes. You set it down softly on his head before adjusting his glasses gently, “Hey uh, fair warning, Trey,” you kept your tone in check, practically feeling Azul’s and Jamil’s gazes staring at the back of your head, “the twins are here, and Floyd is kinda making Riddle very… behead-y,” you winced. “Sorry, I tried to help…”

You noted the soft dust of pink on Trey’s cheeks as he cleared his throat, and gently grabbed your hand that was still hovering by his glasses, “it’s no problem, Prefect. You’ve done an excellent job, I can take it from here.” You smiled at the three of them, deciding to get the hell out of there. “Thanks, Trey!”

In a last-minute pitied attempt to quell all three of them, you smiled nervously at them all, “And, uh, Trey? Thank you for the pastries, they’re absolutely delicious,” Trey smiled, eyes closed as he rubbed the back on his head, “Glad you like them, (Name).” You suddenly felt the other two guys’ eyes on you.

Azul cleared his throat, “I hope you’ve been eating balanced meals, Prefect? After all, too much sweets aren’t good for you.” Trey sent him a look, “there are many pastries that aren’t sweet, and besides, I’ve been ensuring the Prefect is getting enough to eat. And as for their health,” Trey smiled teasingly at you, “you’ve been brushing your teeth, right?” You groaned, smacking his arm. Trey chuckled, “the Prefect does deserve a sweet treat once in a while, right Azul?” “Tch…”

You were curious why Azul simply pushed up his glasses, saying “but simply as dessert. I believe the main course is more important in a meal. For that,” Azul smiled charmingly at you, “I’m sure you’d find my menu at the Lounge more suitable to your tastes.” Something in Azul’s voice tipped you off - he was using his business-y convincing voice. And you noted that Trey was watching him very closely, while Jamil was looking at the two of them calculatingly. As your gaze bounced from one to the other, Jamil smiled, not quite reaching his eyes, “perhaps you’d like to try some more of my homemade cooking? I haven’t had you try all the ones I want to make for Kalim yet…”

Suddenly you felt the air in the kitchen get very stuffy. Go figure, this is NRC. Of course there’s an ego-feeding competition. Still, feeling a little bad about not acknowledging the other two, you nodded to Azul, “well Azul, thanks for the food! I had some for breakfast. And, thank you for helping me with the History test, I appreciate it a lot!” You grinned at him, “I was the highest in the class, Trein was impressed!” Azul chuckled softly, but you saw the blush dusting his face, “Of course, Prefect. It was my pleasure.” Finally, you smiled at Jamil, “And thank you for the leftovers, Jamil. They were incredible!”

Trey and Azul’s eyes dart immediately to Jamil, then to the tupperware he held. Jamil smirked slightly and held the tupperware out to you. “I’m glad you liked it, Prefect. I made some more, please take it.” You nodded, taking it with a nervous smile. You idled there awkwardly, then cleared your throat. “WELL!” you tucked the tupperware under your arm, “I’d better get going! Thank you all so much!” You turned on your heel and scampered out of the kitchen.

Azul sighed heavily, “I was about to ask them about another study session… oh, well.” He turned to Trey, “I believe we’ve both outstayed our welcome. I suppose I’ll see you, Trey.” Trey nodded, lips pursed. Jamil followed after Azul, looking back at Trey for a moment before walking.

You sighed heavily, tossing yourself onto your mattress in your room. Downstairs, you heard Grim hum happily as he nommed on something, but you couldnt be bothered now. You flopped over, staring at the ceiling. This is so weird.

You couldn’t help but feel like you’d stumbled into something entirely out of your control, but somehow it was different than dealing with Overblots, Grim, or even Crewel’s cruel tests. It felt… strange dealing with emotions like this. In your heart, you felt like you knew what it was, even if you didn’t want to admit it yet.

Soon, you lost track of time, so lost in thought that you flinched when you heard your phone go off. You sighed, and got yourself up off the bed. Walking over, you picked up your phone from the nightstand, and saw you had a text from…

Cake Ending

Five Star Meal Ending

Silky Melon Ending

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Lmk which dorm is your fav in the comments, mine is heatslabl lmao

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated!!! I had a lot of fun writing this fic, and it makes me so happy that people like it!!! Take care shrimpies~

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Marco x NB!Reader / SFW  / 2.1k Summary: Marco is finally going to confess to you! If only it would stop going wrong... Notes: Written for @op-xreader-zine! All the art is done by the amazing @issatheartist thank you for working with me on this! ;w;

This was it! Marco was finally going to do it. He was going to walk up to you and confess. 

He'd been crushing on you for a while now and it was time. He'd dealt with the teasing from his brothers and the nurses for far too long. Originally Marco had held himself back because he hadn't wanted to ruin what the two of you already had. 

Friends, nakama, family. 

Still, everyone had insisted that he go for it and had completely ignored his reasonings for maybe why he shouldn't—"Marco, you can't seriously use your rank as an excuse; the only person higher than you is Pops"—so that's how he found his hands sweating, wrapped around a bouquet of flowers. 

Maybe it was a bit simple but at this point, Marco figured it was better than nothing. His head felt like a jumbled mess and he hadn't really planned out how he was going to do this but he'd wing it as he went along, all Marco had to do was find you and—

So distracted by his thoughts, he bounced off someone's body made a little oof of pain. 

"Marco!" Izou's voice broke through his thoughts. "Watch where you're going. What are you doing?" 

"I, uh," he couldn't bring himself to say it. Izou was the ship's gossip and if Marco said he was looking for you in order to confess then you'd hear about it before Marco even got to you. Sweat beaded at his brow as Izou's sharp gaze took him in. Uncharacteristically, Marco knew he looked nervous. 

Which might as well have been blood in the water for a shark, when one was dealing with Izou. 

Then all at once, Izou's posture softened and he smiled. "Are those for me?? For my birthday!? Oh, you shouldn't have, these are my favorite too!" Still gushing, Izou grabbed the bouquet and Marco was too stunned to stop him. 

"A-ah, yes. I was worried you wouldn't like them, yoi," he said, going for a smile. It was a bit strained but Izou didn't seem to notice. Marco cursed himself internally. He'd been so focused on the almost-not-quite-confession, Izou's birthday had completely slipped his mind. 

"No, they're perfect ," Izou enthused happily and Marco sighed fondly, letting the anxiety of confronting you fade. He could always do it later. 

The next 'attempt' wasn't really an attempt. 

Marco had been walking down a street when his inner phoenix noticed a section of smooth rocks. Without too much thought, he reached out and snatched one up. He frequently did this; the drawers in his office were filled with random bits and bobs, shiny pieces of metal, rocks, and other random things that appealed to his phoenix half for whatever reason. Marco never mentioned it to anyone but a few of his brothers who had been around him for years had picked up on it, though they were kind enough not to point it out. 

So, without much thought, when he saw you chatting with some other shipmates, Marco ambled over and handed you the rock. "Here, for you." 

You raised a brow and looked into your palm before running your thumb over the stone's surface, feeling out the texture. 

Inside, his phoenix cooed and Marco was grateful he wasn't in his half-form. He could tell that his tails would be going wild right about now, watching your reaction.

"...Thanks," you said at last, sounding confused before you pocketed the rock and turned back to listen to the story that Ace had been in the process of telling. It didn't deter Marco at all, you had accepted it! 

Feeling thrilled somewhere deep in his bones, he barely felt the jab to his ribs. 

"Hey," Thatch whispered, "you know they aren't a bird, right?" 

Confused, Marco cocked his head. Thatch gestured at you with his chin. "They probably don't know why you just handed them a rock. Shouldn't you be doing more, uh, human courting stuff?" 

There was a few seconds of incomprehension before the meaning hit him and Marco felt like dissolving into dust and disappearing forever. He leaned over to bury his head into Thatch's shoulder to cover up the sound of his groan of pain as his brother laughed and patted his back. 

"Don't worry, you'll get them next time, birdie." 

Next time ended up being a love letter. 

Old fashioned? Maybe. But Marco was getting desperate. At least this would be crystal clear. 

He'd gone through numerous editions. The trash can in his room was overflowing with failed attempts, bunched up balls of paper scattered around his desk as he tried again and again until he finally felt he had it all down. 

Exactly what about you that made him smile, how the simple sight of you lifted his spirits and the sound of your laugh made his chest tight. He'd bared it all. 

Walking across the busy deck, the night breeze ruffling his hair, Marco was barely able to return the greetings he got as he passed by scattered groups. He'd locked eyes with you right away and once you noticed him coming, you'd said your goodbyes and were coming to meet him halfway. 

The closer and closer the two of you got, the more and more nervous Marco became. The butterflies in his stomach were making him feel like he might throw up. What if you didn't return his feelings? What if you thought the letter was lame? 

What if you went to read it right away? Oh fuck , he hadn't thought this through. He didn't want to watch your face as you read the confession, heartfelt though it may be. If you had to turn him down after he poured his heart onto the parchment, Marco really didn't know how he was going to take that. 

Saying it to your face, letting you turn him down gently without realizing the true depths of his feeling was way more appealing. 

His step faltered before a rush of heat flashed beside him. On instinct he tossed the letter into the roar of fire. Ace was likely showing off and didn't even notice the slight disturbance. 

"What was that?" you asked, finally having made your way to him. 

"Nothing," Marco said quickly. "Someone did their report so badly, so I had a bunch of corrections but thinking it over I realized I'll just have them redo it. Makes it easier, yoi." 

You laughed. "Harsh. I'd hate to be them, putting in all that work for nothing." 

Marco shrugged, trying for nonchalance. "Yeah but I'm sure they'll get over it." 

"Wow, Marco, you're not very good at this are you?" Ace asked with a snicker. Marco glared, fork paused midway to his mouth. Thatch elbowed him good-naturedly from his side. They were sitting in the galley, the shipmates talking around them creating a symphony of noise that easily hid the conversation from others. 

"Good at what, yoi?" Marco asked, placing the fork down. Thatch threw an arm around his shoulders and shook him lightly as Ace's eyes sharpened with glee. 

"Now Ace," Thatch said, mockingly sweet, "don't go teasing our resident birdbrain here. He's trying so hard, the poor thing." 

"Get off," Marco said, irritated as he pushed at Thatch until he let him go, laughing. 

"Think they've even noticed?" Ace asked thoughtfully before shoving something into his mouth and chewing loudly. 

Marco opened his mouth to answer but Thatch beat him to it. "Hopefully not, though Marco looking so pathetic has been quite amusing." Thatch batted away his hand before Marco could punch him in the ribs, the bastard. 

Grunting with annoyance, Marco looked away just in time to catch you several tables away leaning your head back with a laugh and he stared, heart suddenly in his throat. He couldn't help it, you were just so—

"Plus the whole ships been taking bets at this point," Thatch tacked on and Marco tore his gaze away from you. 

"What?!" Marco demanded as Ace hooted joyfully. Thatch shrugged, grinning all the while.

"Maybe you shouldn't look like a lovesick bird all the time and we wouldn't have to take bets on when you finally get your act together. Do not" —Thatch pointed a steak knife menacingly in Ace's direction after a garbled noise had started— "talk with your mouth full. Swallow." 

Dutifully, Ace swallowed his barely chewed food and took a second to catch his breath before barrelling on, "Whatcha got planned next, Marco? Anything good?" 

"Excuse me? All my ideas have been fine so far!" Two blank looks had his hackles raising but before he could argue more, your voice rang out. 

"Hey, Marco!" Immediately he whipped his head up and caught your eye. You waved before you arrived behind Ace, patting him on the shoulder. "I was wondering if we could spar later?" 

Quickly, he nodded back. "Yeah, that sounds great!" Embarrassingly, he heard his voice hit a slightly higher pitch, almost as if his voice had cracked. Ace and Thatch did a terrible job at stifling their giggles as Marco felt his face flush traitorously. 

"Great!" you enthused, apparently having not noticed. "See you after lunch?" 

Not trusting his voice, he nodded and you skipped away happily. Once you were far enough away, Ace and Thatch collapsed into loud laughter, Ace banging on the table as Thatch wheezed out between his laughs, "What are you Marco, twelve ?? What was that?!" 

"I hate both of you," Marco grit out between clenched teeth before shoving his half finished tray of food at Ace. "Finish this, I'm leaving, yoi." 

"Good luck on your dateeee," Ace managed to yell out before he got too far away. Marco flipped him off over his shoulder. 

"So, Marco." You looked uncharacteristically anxious as you fidgeted and looked at everything except him. Marco felt his stomach drop to the deck. What was wrong? You hadn't... noticed had you? Fuck, this was not how he wanted you to find out. 

He'd come to find you for your spar after Ace and Thatch had literally laughed him out of the galley. You'd seemed eager enough to see him before dragging him to a quiet part of the deck, mentioning you had something to say first. 

Seemingly steeling your nerves, you looked into his eyes and they burned with determination. 

"I've liked you for a really long time now. You're literally one of my best friends and more than that you make me feel like I can fly, like nothing could ever hurt me. I didn't really want to mention this and have it ruin our friendship but I can't keep it to myself anymore. Please go on a date with me!" 

Time seemed like it stood still as he gaped at you. He could see your cheeks flush, likely with embarrassment at your proclamation but he was still reeling. 

Finally, you swallowed. "And if you don't feel the same—" 

"No!" he cut in, finally finding his voice. Marco grabbed up your hands, cradling them close. "No, don't. Just, I—" He chuckled with wry amusement before pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles. "I'm just a little shocked. I've been trying to ask you out for ages now." 

"Wait, really?" you asked, mouth dropping open. He nodded with a smile. There was a strange buzzing in his body, from his toes up to the tips of his ears. Everything felt a little fuzzy, a little warm. He wanted to run around the deck like a teenager again, grab you close and never let go, scream over the railing until he ran out of breath. So many different emotions were raging through him, he was beginning to feel dizzy from the weight of all of them. 

Deciding to just pick one, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close into his chest, breathing in your scent as he began to chuckle lowly. You joined in and soon the two of you were full-out laughing. When you separated, he brushed a hand against your cheek reverently, giddy that he was able to do so. 

"To be honest," Marco began, "I don't think I can spar right now, I feel like my knees are made of jell-o." 

You laughed again. "That's okay, I'm feeling the same. Wanna go tell Pops instead?" 

Marco ran a hand through his hair, before smiling at you. "Sure. We're about to get the teasing of a lifetime." 

You held out a hand and he took it, fingers twining together with yours like they were meant to be. 

"We may as well get started," you said back, fondness shining in your eyes and maybe, just maybe, a hint of something more.

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MUSH i just saw ur event and its so cute ! i wanted to request ‘Fake dating for the holidays because [ex] will be there’ + ace if i could please ! i’m so in love with this idea, thank you for hosting this! love ya <3

happy holidays risu!! <3

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You’ve never known Ace to be charming.

Oh, he’ll swear it up and down if anyone asks. That he’s got moves that nobody’s ever heard of before—that he can make panties drop with just a wink. He’d be lying, of course. Ace is much more likely to light someone’s hair on fire than he is to woo a girl.

Which is why you’re caught so completely, utterly off guard.

Ace plays the perfect boyfriend really, really well.

You gawk when he rushes out of the driver's seat to open your door, flashing you a goofy grin at the sight of your dismay. You gawk when he walks just behind you to ensure you don’t slip in the snow, a hand hovering over the small of your back. You gawk when he effortlessly introduces himself to your family as your boyfriend and somehow gets them to laugh. There are no awkward pauses. No slip-ups.

He’s a natural.

“Close your mouth,” Ace teases, tilting your chin with his thumb. “You’ll catch flies.”

He smells like cinnamon, you think, bizarrely. Like cinnamon spice cookies, fresh outta the oven.

Motherfucker. You didn’t expect this, when you asked him to be your pretend-boyfriend for the holidays. Suddenly, concerns of your ex are the least of your worries.

You’re in trouble.

You shove past him into your room—your shared room. Ace ambles behind you like he does this everyday, dropping your luggage on your carpet with a soft thud.

“Need help with that?” he asks, sliding behind you to help you out of your winter gear.

“No,” you huff, but you let him take your coat. Let him pull off your mittens. Let him cup your cheek, body heat burning through his thick cotton gloves, through your skin, through your defenses. Crumbling your resolve to ash.

You sulk and cross your arms. “You don’t have to act when we’re alone, you know,” you say, chewing on your bottom lip.

Ace’s eyes track the movement, dark and bright, and he rests his free hand comfortably on your waist.

“Right,” he says, voice dripping with disbelief. “Act.”

[suiseisyojo]

"Hey, Ace, which outfit should I wear for this upcoming date?" /c

"Why do I have to help you pick out your outfit?" Ace remarked as he glanced up from a magazine, rocking the chair he brought over into your dorm room, "I already told you, I don't think this date's a good idea."

You got the fuzzy, shapeless notion that Ace was seething beneath his words—although he deftly kept any acrimony from leaking out as he stood up, ambling over to you.

Ace couldn't let you know the true depths of his resentment towards your little rendezvous, lest he wish to cleave open his chest and admit it was because he liked you that birthed his distaste for you going out with someone else.

Bringing himself up from behind you as you rifled through your wardrobe, Ace leaned his frame against your back as he extended an arm out to plow through the depths of your clothes.

The propinquity between your bodies was so warm, so hot. "Your clothes suck. You don't date much, do you?" Ace quipped with an almost mirthful sounding tone, although he wasn't smiling as he continued, "You should just stay in tonight. With me. Save yourself the embarrassment, yeah?"

[shrodie]

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[cyborg-franky]

Prompt: for my request - maybe some deuce/m!reader (gn is fine as well!!), falling in love with little stolen glances and smiles, sneaking away during a bonfire to confess and kiss? basically just. soft deuce content I’m so in love with this silly little man

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Deuce x GN Reader SFW Word Count:n 795 Repost of mine from libary of ohara

You looked across the fire and noticed a certain someone staring back at you in return. You offered Deuce a smile before he blinked and quickly turned his attention to what Ace was saying. You felt your smile drop at his reaction.

It was always like this, every time you glanced up, you’d see him staring at you, with some sort of lovesick puppy look, then again that was often the look he gave Ace, so you weren’t entirely sure it meant anything.

But you hoped that it did. The nervous laughter that tumbled from his lips when you both spoke when it was just the two of you. The time you helped him with a stack of books as he travelled to Marco’s office, the stack started to wobble and you jumped to help him, your fingers touching, how he stammered and ended up dropping the stack anyway.

He couldn’t make eye contact as he desperately grabbed at the books scattered on the deck. Each time your fingers met in an attempt to gather them up he would jerk away as if your fingers were too hot to touch. The blush was mostly obscured by the mask he wore.

Deuce either didn’t like you at all or he was struggling with his feelings. You dearly wished and longed for it to be the latter. Each time your eyes met you could see the shadow of a smile on his lips before he tried to busy himself.

Maybe he was just the most awkward man alive?

It didn’t help that the older members of the crew would tease you both. Marco and Thatch always knew what was going on, Marco especially liked to nudge you when he knew Deuce was staring. Sometimes you wanted to slap his dumb tuft of hair off his dumb head.

“You know,” Marco whispered into your ear, his eyes meeting with Ace across the fire as he spoke. “You might need to make the first move, Deuce is a little, awkward yoi.” Marco chuckled.

As Marco conversed in secret, you saw Ace with his hand covering his mouth as he also whispered into Deuce’s ear. The masked man’s eyes widened when Ace pulled away, a shit-eating grin plastered across his freckled face as he elbowed his friend in the side, waggling his eyebrows.

“What do you suggest, Birdbrain?” you mumbled, tugging your gaze away from the others across the dancing flames of the fire.

“I suggest you get up.”

Marco budged you off the log you’d been perched on. You spun around to give him a look, his smug expression just pissing you off more. He jutted his chin in a direction and you saw that Deuce had finally left Ace’s side, heading off into the lush vegetation just off to the side.

Almost tripping over your own feet, you got up to follow, Marco chuckling as he watched the awkward and not subtle way you trailed off after Deuce.

“I was hoping you’d take the hint.” He mumbled, his voice unsure as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat, kicking at the sand, trying to focus on it rather than you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah..”

This was so awkward you thought but still, your palms felt sweaty at being alone in the dark with him, fireflies amble around you, lighting up the area with soft ambience, making you feel like the starry night sky had descended and surrounded you both.

“Deuce, I know you like me, and I need to come out and say, I like you too.” You reached forward, grabbing his arm, and making him look up at you.

“You do?” He stammered and blinked, you rolled your eyes and nodded.

Stepping forward you cupped his face in your warm hands, rubbing his cheeks gently, you felt him retrieve his hands from his pockets, setting them on your waist. You rubbed your nose against his, letting out a sigh, foreheads pressed together as you both took a breath, trying to calm your collective nerves, calm the butterflies that surged inside as feelings came to a boiling point.

“I think I love you, Deuce.”

“I love you too… I’m sorry I’m such a wreck.” He laughed, arms around you now, pulling you closer.

You felt his trembling lips tentatively pressed against yours, you made the next move, with more confidence than him you pressed into the kiss, deepening it. You heard him make a contented hum, feeling the light vibrations.

Returning to the campfire, your pinkies linked, smiles on your faces, you could feel eyes on where your hands met from your friends. Marco and Ace now sitting next to each other, giving you and Deuce a spot to share, to show off your newly established connection.

[t-ki]

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