#ace is a writer in my head and he will always be that way

[thefandomenchantress]

I NEED TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR ACE WRITING HEADCANON RIGHT. NOW.

Oh okay! Well, I already made my original crack theory in this post. In it, I assumed that Ace would live for a while longer, and since Ace can't really have a happy ending as a jockey, I thought maybe they'd set it up for him to have another interest he could pursue, that being writing. I came to that conclusion by using the fact that Ace had a good vocabulary, for seemingly no reason (now that I think about it, I don't think we ever got an explanation or purpose for it outside of a joke). Authors are one of few professions I could think of where a large vocabulary would be especially helpful. And I figured the only reason he wouldn't tell anyone about a talent like that is if he wrote something he thought was embarrassing, like romance. And so, my crack theory that Ace was an aspiring romance author was born (as well as him reading romance novels haha). But yeah, if you want the full theory go check that one out.

While Ace obviously can't have an arc where he pursues his love of writing anymore, I still think the fact that the creator chose for Ace to be the one to make that carousel comment is interesting. After all, him misspelling responsible in his note to Arei would imply he wouldn't have an interest in language, but maybe he's just really bad at spelling and spellcheck is his lord and savior while writing (relatable honestly). Anyways, I think that if anyone, including me, wants to use it as proof he'd be good at English-y things like writing, they can!

I actually made a few different versions of this theory. One fun version I never posted about was a version where instead of being the Ultimate Jockey who happens to like writing, he had two Ultimate talents, the other being the Ultimate Romance Author. But that one was so unrealistic I knew I would never be able to call it an even slightly plausible theory, so I haven't really told the masses about it until now. It felt so self-indulgent that I thought people would think it was cringy. But now I've overcome that, and I will freely write about my stupid ideas haha. Though I'd call this less of a theory and more of an AU.

The AU's backstory would be something like this: So, Ace is writing a book, and (unlike me) actually manages to finish it. He's planning to never share it with anyone ever, but his older sister sees him writing and really wants to read it. After she wore him down for a week or so, he relents and lets her read it, warning her it's very bad and that she will be scarred for life. However, she actually really likes it, and suggests Ace should see if he could get it published for real. She knows that Ace hates jockeying, and she wants to encourage him to pursue his other interests. Ace is, once again, very unsure and doesn't really know if he wants to share it with anyone else, but she manages to convince him.

After they found a company willing to publish it, they did all the book-publishing things like editing and making the final draft and such. And finally, his book was published. However, Ace is very against using his real name and insists on using a fake one. So he picks a generic female name he knows no one will ever think to connect to him as a pseudonym. The book is published, and after a slow start, his sister checks on how the book is doing and realizes it made it to being the #1 best-seller, and her and Ace freak out about it. She's freaking out because she's happy for Ace and his success, meanwhile Ace is freaking out because he's terrified that if it gets too popular people will try to track down the author and realize he wrote it.

Luckily, that never happens, but his book was such an amazing success that the publishing company says they'd be happy to publish another one of his books. Ace figures that he would make a lot of money, and he does like writing, so he tries writing another one. This one is also a success, and so the process repeated until he became a very well-renowned author by complete accident.

Since he's being hailed as one of the best authors of his generation and the 'about the author' section of his book claimed he was within the age range of their program, Hope's Peak thought he would be perfect for their Ultimate Romance Author title. So, they did what Hope's Peak always does: Get what they want through extremely sketchy means. And so, through their mysterious means, they gather information and realize Ace is the author they're looking for. While they were already planning to give him the Ultimate Jockey title, they don't want to let go of the opportunity of being able to claim one of the most successful authors in the current age is attending their school, and give him the Ultimate Romance Author title as well.

Ace could maybe deal with telling people about that title if it was just the Ultimate Author, since he could simply refuse to mention what he wrote and let others think that him having two titles was really awesome and cool and badass. However, Hope's Peak specifying that he was a romance author ensured he would never tell anyone, because they'd totally laugh and tell everyone else in the world and he'd be a joke forever (at least in his mind). Plus, he doesn't want to risk the public figuring out his real name, he hates the idea of being famous, it stresses him out (and he likes feeling mysterious, people talking about him like he's this other-worldly enigma makes him feel cool haha). Hope's Peak appreciates (and perhaps intended) that he won't tell anyone he has two talents, because they don't want to deal with the backlash from other Ultimates who think they deserve two as well. It'd get complicated fast.

And so, Ace was doomed to try (and fail) to act totally chill and casual whenever a classmate mentions "that author" who was supposed to be at the school this year and wonder where/who she is or discuss her books. Luckily, only Whit seemed to notice and he just assumed Ace must secretly like her books or something and teased him about it.

...That wasn't meant to get so long, but that idea has been brewing in my head with nowhere to go for a while, haha.

Anyways, like I said, Ace can't have an arc about liking writing or anything anymore, but I still headcanon him as liking it. He likes writing romance because writing is supposed to be an activity that distracts him from stress, and anything too action-packed or super dark wouldn't achieve that. So instead, it's cute little stories where his characters always have a happy ending and end up together, despite everything.

To him, jockeying always felt like something he did out of obligation and was only good at because of luck or pure determination rather than actually building up skill over time. And of course, it really stressed him out. He likes writing because he chose to do it, and he chooses to keep doing it and improve over time. He didn't just start doing it one day and found it really easy, he had to keep working on it. It feels like it's his, and no one else can take it from him. People can control him all they want, but no one can control this one thing, this one hobby, and what he does with it. He controls what happens in the story, he controls how much writing he feels like he wants to do each day, and he controls if he would ever want to take it more seriously as a career option. And he really likes that about it.

(I also think it's funny to imagine he writes fanfiction, too, he'd totally be one of those authors who writes author's notes like: "Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I fell off a horse and broke my leg :/").

...And that's pretty much it, I guess. I really like this headcanon, if you couldn't tell, haha. Thanks for asking about it! :D

[sabos-husband]

Hi! was hoping for a request (this might get really specific) reader as a strawhat member who grew up with luffy (by extension also ace and sabo) back in foosha village, but actually used to be a slave for the celestial dragons before she arrived there, maybe never told luffy because in her mind, luffy was the epitome of freedom and she was ashamed of her past. The scenario I had in mind for the reveal was maybe in the middle of battle, her clothes gets torn and her mark is seen, maybe some strawhats have an idea of that mark is (maybe jinbei, robin and alike) while others don't (ussop? maybe?), while making the enemies ridicule her and how the strawhats react, but you can choose another scene that you think are more fitting! i just wanted to see how you'd write luffy because i love your writing style! the way you write flows perfectly and it's never out of character, you're my current fav writer on tumblr! so thank you!

★ Around the World

Monkey D. Luffy and Reader ★

Fishman Island Spoilers!! ~ Straw Hat!Reader ~ Feminine Reader (she/her) ~ Hurt/Comfort

a/n: Aww, that's so sweet of you! I appreciate that so much! Specific asks are wonderful, it makes it easier to write something as close as possible to what you want. Thank you for the request <3 I put the majority of this between Fishman Island and Punk Hazard, but there aren't major spoilers. Sorry this took a while!

As well, there's description of the reader's history with slavery and the trauma that came from that. I left it vague for the most part, though.

For so much of your life, Luffy's been a constant. Even when you ran around Gray Terminal with Sabo and Ace, terrorizing all the people you could find for all the money you could grab, Luffy wasn't far behind for most of it. It took the Bluejam Pirates torturing Luffy for hours before his loyalty dawned on the three of you.

It then took Bluejam setting fire to Gray Terminal for you to truly consider Luffy special.

When Sabo took to the sea, swallowed by flame, you held Luffy tight as he wailed. When Ace left for the sea, aided by nothing but a burlap sack on his shoulder and the wind in his sails, Luffy had promised he would follow. When Luffy left for the sea, you were there, standing by his side. His very own first mate, meant to weather the Grand Line by his side.

You hoped with all your heart it'd stay that way. You hoped that it was all he'd know about you—you, his first mate, with nothing else of her past beyond the Grey Terminal's walls and Foosha Village's people.

Of course, nothing you want ever comes so simply.

You can still remember the shrieks of laughter that burst from Luffy as you both clambered into barrels—it made sense that he would wind up into trouble on the sea, but the first day takes the cake!

Your life has been non-stop ever since. From the very moment you both step foot on Shells Town with Koby in tow, the crew grew and grew to numbers that made your pride in Luffy bloom.

Zoro was tough with a sword and reliable when you need him, but his difficulty with directions always made your head spin. Nami was quick with her hands and quicker with her mind, just like how she could never stand to let a Berri slip by. Usopp was sharp as a tack with his constant innovations and steady sharpshooting, even when he ran at ten knots an hour away from danger. Sanji was nothing short of a first-rate chef and one of the strongest men you knew, despite how often he lost himself in the wild pursuit of women.

Then there came the Grand Line. It brought Chopper, Robin, Franky, Brook, Jinbei; thinking about the people Luffy drew to himself never failed to bring a smile to your lips. It's not like you could ever speak against them for their affection towards the captain—it's what brought you away from the safety of Foosha Village as well, skirting past the World Government you hated and feared for all your life.

It's like second nature, how much you love Luffy. Every single one of you would give anything for your captain.

"Anything" changes for you sometimes, though. Late into the night, long after the moon took its place in the sky, you wrestled with the dark. Could you keep this secret from your captain? From Luffy, the person you've known all your life?

(No, you'd remind yourself, not all your life.)

You think of the little boy you grew up alongside with, with a smile so bright you had to shield your eyes. The wind whipping his hair and threatening to carry away his straw hat as he lights up with laughter. You think of how your captain looks at you with the stars in his eyes, declaring that he will be the next King of the Pirates, and you believe him with all your heart.

Even after Ace died, his flames swallowed up in magma, you were there two years later. Luffy had gone through hell and back with you—couldn't that be enough?

It was thoughts like those that kept your secrets to yourself.

It was some foolish, childish part of you that thought you could have kept it up forever.

~

The day was as usual. It was nice, even. You had just finished helping Sanji with the groceries—to his chagrin, of course.

As much as he adores your company, he detests making such a sweet lady do manual labor for him, and he lets you know. Often. It was charming for the first while, but by the time you help Sanji put away the groceries, you're just glad it's over with.

The snack he rewards you after with, though, makes you sure that you'll help him next time. After he waves you off to begin lunch prep, you're quick to escape back to the docks.

You have some time to kill, you think. It's the last stretch until the log pose is finished setting and you've sort of lost track of the group... Thinking back, Zoro and Usopp got tied together, so you don't have to worry about searching for the poor swordsman. Nami stole Chopper to carry the clothes she was planning to get with Robin, while Brook and Franky were the ones assigned to watch the ship. That just leaves you with... Oh, seas.

There's a burst of screams that tear through the town's square, punctuated by a shriek of excited, almost maniacal laughter.

You're missing Luffy.

You're off like a shot towards the commotion before you can even think, weaving and pushing your way past the people. The crowd thickens as civilians shove past you. It's like swimming up river, but with every step you take, that familiar laughter gets closer.

When you finally burst from the mob, your feet catch on an unconscious marine. You stumble forward.

It's like breaking through a shield into a bubble—a ring of civilians gather to enclose Luffy as he's circled by marines, too duty-bound to flee but too cautious to fight.

Your captain hasn't put nearly as much thought into his approach. He barrels fists-first into the nearest hoard; the soldiers go flying like playing cards against a cannon. Sure it's charming, but he was supposed to be on board the Sunny, like, a hour ago.

So, Luffy deciding to gather the marines?

It sure isn't ideal.

Gathering your courage and tossing aside your exhaustion, you steel your nerves to storm the castle and extract your captain. And speak of the devil; Luffy whips his head around to stare at you.

"Oh! Hey!!" Luffy yells, with just a bit of manic glee. Great. You step forward—

—And a marine steps in your way. Really great.

As you fall into your fighting stance, you watch your captain dart from view. Well, whatever. You'll find him after you kick this guy's ass.

The marine wielded an odd weapon, like brass knuckles with claws soldered onto the palm. He hadn't bothered to clean the last victim's blood from it, and if the rust near the joints were to tell you anything, it was clear that he neglected to clean the blood of anyone from the weapon.

It feels like a warning.

It feels like a trophy.

Your captain rockets past him without a second thought (it's unlikely there was ever a first thought) to explode into another group of soldiers. It's like dynamite dropped in a haystack, the way navy officers go flying here and there.

The marine's eyes fall on you.

You can barely remember the fight afterwards, shamefully. You remember how it starts though.

He lunges at you with the speed of an animal, his clawed hands outstretched to sink into your flesh.

You dodge, he pivots, you aim to strike before he finds his footing—every move you make is to drive you closer to Luffy so you can cut and run.

Your mindlessness makes you sloppy. You don't even notice the way you're babying your secret, cradling it away from the fight. Of course that fucking marine notices.

Seas, you don't even know this marine's name, and yet he could still read you like a fucking book.

It's your last mistake.

When he slips to the side, too close for comfort, you jump back. His hand raises to tear out your eyes.

You raise your arms to guard, falling for the feint—the marine weaves past you, bearing his claws, and digs into your flesh.

It's over before you can even feel the pain.

You barely hold back a yell as you leap back, clutching your body. Warm blood trickles down the strike until it stained your clothes, sending panic shooting up your spine.

Like a curse from whatever gods left, that damn marine had struck you where you were weakest. There wasn't any time—by the time you whip around to clutch the wound, to hide your shame, it was too late.

"That pirate! She's... branded!"

A chorus of gasps tear through the crowd like a terrible symphony. You cling to the ribbons of your ruined attire like it could still save you.

Shadows claw at your vision as you struggle to breathe. Warm blood trickles down your limbs and your mark aches with a fresh, searing pain—it's grown with you, stretching over your skin in a reminder you can only try to forget.

You hear Robin gasp like she was struck herself. Oh seas, when did she arrive? You want to tuck yourself into a ball and hide from the prying eyes boring into your skin. You're sure she understands, if only because she shares your terror of who gave you this cross to bear, but it scares you. Somewhere, Usopp murmurs to her, "what is that?"

They know. They know.

The marine barks out in a fit of laughter, teeth bared and fingers curled around his claws. "What the hell is Straw Hat doing with government property?"

You think of Foosha Village, dodging your family and bathing in the river at night. You think of the clothes you had to give Makino back, too ridden by fear to wear them.

You think of your crew, sleeping soundly while you were working up the nerve to change your clothes in the dark. You think of Nami, with her skin graft and her new tattoo and the jealousy so strong you choke on it every time you see it. You think of how no one knows what was before that pinwheel tattoo except for the people she wants to know.

You think of your captain. You think of Luffy.

Oh seas, Luffy.

Tears cloud your eyes as you struggle to breathe. When you turn to your captain, you can barely see him—your vision swims, revealing splotches of color you'd recognize anywhere.

His haki rolls off in waves, so suffocating you can taste his rage on the back of your tongue. You see soldiers buckle and civilians collapse.

Your words escape before you can even think.

"Luffy, help...!"

A fist rockets past you. The sound of crunching bone hits you as air whips your cheeks. A mangled yell of pain is the last thing you hear from the marine.

"She doesn't," your captain growls, "belong to anybody."

~

You're brought into the medbay as soon as the Sunny left the docks. The silence is suffocating. You could barely look at Chopper as you shed your clothes, letting it slip until your shame was bare.

If you could guess, you'd bet it was nothing but professional courtesy that's keeping Chopper from reacting. That fucking mark takes up almost the entirety of the flesh, like a wound that can never heal.

The young doctor is kind when he cleans the blood. His touch hovers above your laceration when you hiss and tense. He's patient too, only continuing his work when you allow him to.

You hate this. Seas, you fucking hate this. You slump forward when Chopper continues his work.

You both pretend to not notice the tears that fall.

When he backs away, wound cleaned and bandaged, you don't turn to look him in the eye. You just turn your head and nod at Chopper.

The doctor straightens up like he always does after he works, but there's a new nervousness to him. His hooves are pressed together, like he's trying to quell the shaking. It makes you grit your teeth.

"The wound isn't bad," he says quickly, "but you'll need to rest. As for t-the rest, I couldn't..."

You nod. "Thanks, Chopper. You don't have to worry about... that. You're the best."

You watch the tension evaporate as he grins at you, leaning side to side. "That doesn't make me happy, you bastard!" He giggles, spinning. He sways a bit longer before he tamps it down, clearing his throat.

"But," he says clearly, "you can talk about it—"

"—Chopper—" you try to say.

"—Listen! It's important!" Chopper stands straighter like it'll give him the confidence his next words demand. "I-If you don't want to talk about it to me, it's okay. But... you should talk to someone. Nami, or Robin, or maybe- maybe if we call Jinbei, he would understand—"

"Chopper," you cut through. It hurts your heart to see the young doctor wilt. "It's okay. Thank you, but I'm alright."

"Okay... But- consider it? Please?"

You look away. "I will," you murmur.

Even though you don't see his face, you know Chopper knows you're lying. You know he won't push you farther, though. He hops down off his stool, shucks off his doctor's coat, and offers you the spare clothes Nami had lent you. She was kind enough to waive the fee this time too. You can't find it in you to appreciate it.

Chopper turns away as you get dressed again, which makes you smile. It makes you feel like you have some control again.

(You can't help but study your bandages. They're wrapped snug around you, but the edges of the brand sticks out like a hand print seared into your skin. You can still see the three pointed claws under the stark white of gauze.

It's the first time in a while you've really observed it. Every other time you forced yourself to look, all you could see was the red-hot brand and the wicked smiles of the demons who held it.

It's just as ugly as you remember.

You wish you had killed that marine, even if it wouldn't have changed anything.)

When you finish getting dressed, you signal to Chopper. He turns around, offers you a smile too bittersweet for someone of his youth, and reaches for the door.

"Oh, Luffy," Chopper comments idly. You can't stop how you flinch at the sound of his name.

You were dreading seeing him. It makes you want to cry again; how long has it been since you've dreaded being near Luffy?

The ringing in your ears swallow up the gentle words Chopper offers. Your bandages crush your ribs as you try to breathe—there isn't enough air, like that fucking marine took it all when he- when he—

The hands on your face smell like sun-warmed rubber. It's hard to say they're cradling your face, when Luffy just smacked his palms against your cheeks and squished them together until you were looking at him. When you blink, he blinks back at you.

"Are you there?" Luffy asks simply.

"Um, y-yes Captain," you force out. He nods thoughtfully.

Though, Captain isn't the right moniker. You aren't talking to isn't Captain Monkey D. Luffy, world-renowned Worst Generation pirate, capable of toppling kingdoms and challenging the World Government, feared by the powerful and adored by the powerless.

No, the boy in front of you is simply Luffy. The Luffy you've cherished since you were small, with a smile so bright and a heart so full—for all your life, you've never known how you got so lucky to have him.

Luffy pushes you to sit before he flops down next to you, bobbing with the mattress springing under his weight. You avoid his eye.

"You have something," Luffy states simply. It isn't a question, nor an accusation. It makes you flinch regardless—through all your tears, you can barely see the way your hands ball into fists in your lap.

He waits until you can find your words once again. It's kinder than you deserve.

"D-Do you- want to see it?"

"I don't care." Luffy just sort of... tilts his head at you. "I want to see you."

It's such a simple sentiment. It makes you feel like you've swallowed a thousand blades.

"I'm-... I didn't- I'm sorry, Luffy," you force out. The nails you dig into the stark white gauze don't put any pressure into the skin below it. Luffy frowns anyways.

"You can't apologize," he states simply. "You don't have to."

"But I- I lied—"

"It's okay." Luffy kicks his feet out. "I know you. I don't care about the rest."

All your words slip from your mind. If Luffy minds the silence, he doesn't show it.

Shame floods your chest. All these years hiding your past, unraveled just like that. You stare at your lap.

"They," you admit softly, "had me for so long. I- I never thought I'd be free."

He doesn't respond. You don't need him to—the words rush out before you can think. You stare into your open hands.

"W-When I escaped, I promised myself something. I said, they'll never control me ever again. But- I just... I've always been so scared! It's like- It's like I never even left—"

"Sabo is dead," Luffy says suddenly. "Ace is dead."

When Luffy looks forward, it isn't at Chopper's desk. It isn't at the medicine scattered along its surface, nor is it the kit the doctor had used to patch up your wounds. No—Luffy's gaze pierces farther, looking past the desk and the ship and the sea.

When Luffy looks forward, it's into the fire he left behind.

"But you aren't. You escaped. You're here with me."

Even without words, you understand. You can see the fire, too. "I am."

"You're not theirs anymore. You're mine," Luffy says just as suddenly, "but you aren't mine."

You don't respond. You wouldn't know how even if you tried.

Luffy turns to you with the same inferno that swallowed up your shared home. "You're my crew. You're my first mate. But I don't own you. No one does. That brand doesn't mean anything."

Before you can gather your thoughts, you feel Luffy's hand press his straw hat into your lap. It feels as warm as the sun he had been standing in just moments before. Luffy grabs at your hands to wrap them around its brim.

"You don't belong to anybody."

You could cry.

Luffy shakes your shared hold. "Say it."

"I-I..." You sniffle, "I don't..."

Luffy's eyes don't look away from you. They aren't mean, nor are they worried—they're fierce, just as sure of your power as they were the day he met you.

"I don't," you say finally, "belong to anybody."

When you collapse into his arms, shaking with every sob that wracks through your body, there is no shame when his hands brush over your mark. All you feel is warmth as he pulls you tighter.

You're not property. You're free.

You're a pirate—and no one is freer than a pirate.

[livelaughloveluffy]

idk but I just feel like luffy, ace, sanji (obviously lol) zoro, and law would have a thing for plus size reader, who is sweet and naturally gets along with almost everyone but can also be a bit naive

plus size reader - monster trio, ace, law, and eustass

a/n: thank you so much for the request!!! it's definitely something that has fallen in my inbox before and i would love to write about it because i totally agree that these men would loveeeee plus size women 😌 (i'm 100% biased but shhhhhh lets not talk about that) i definitely took some creative liberty while writing this so i hopefully you enjoy!!

a/n: in typical fanfic writer fashion, i'm like actually so miserably sick right now, i have a really bad cough, my head hurts so bad, i feel super hot, and i can't even take cold medicine because of my antidepressants 😭😭😭 so if i start to not make sense, thats why 😭😭

nothing but fluff here 💗

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monkey d. luffy

-he's such a cuddly baby. luffy will 100% wrap his arms and legs around you, like a little koala, burying his face in the crook of your neck. he just wants all of you, all the time.

-the captain of the straw hats never ceases to amaze you with his strength as he often picks you up with such ease to either hold you close to him, with your legs wrapped around his waist, or to throw you over his shoulder, carrying you around the thousand sunny without a care in the world. luffy typically picks you up when he's extra excited to see you, needing to have you as close as possible. his grip on your body is always so tight, over his dead body would he ever let you fall.

-luffy refuses to believe that you don't see the beauty in yourself. his eyes widen in pure shock when he overhears you talking about your insecurities with nami. since that day, whenever you hear the captain talk about you, it's always with the phrase "the prettiest girl alive", with the widest smile on his face.

-he just can't help but constantly cover you with kisses. luffy is so proud to be able to have you, and he will happily shout from rooftops about his love for you, so shame about pda is absolutely nonexistent. it's a frequent occurrence for the captain to run up to you, smother you in kisses, and then run off to his other shenanigans.

roronoa zoro

_he's so proud to have you. when the two of you are together, he shows you off as if you're the shiniest trophy. his arm tightly intertwined with yours as the two of you hold hands walking the town of a new island. the green-haired boy always wants you as close to him as humanly possible, your bodies are always pressed next to each other, as if you were glued together, when side by side.

-zoro, who can pick you up with ease. when you are hugging him, he'll lift your feet off the ground, arms tight around your waist and spin you, only to then throw you over his shoulder like its nothing, taking you back to his bed. in a similar vein, he also often asks you to help him train, practically begging you to sit or lay on his back as he does hundreds of push-ups with ease. even if you try to protest and say you're too heavy, he'll scoff and pull you in for a tight hug. then picks you up and puts you on his back, making you cross your legs around his waist, and begin his training anyways.

-he's extra protective with you. especially when you two are exploring a new island, his hand is tightly gripping your waist as you walk side by side, and if you ever ask him why he'll turn to you and reply "just need to let everyone know you're mine." with the faintest hint of a growl in his voice. glares at anyone who dares to look your way for too long.

-the swordsman who is infatuated with your love handles. whenever you are just standing somewhere on the sunny, he'll come up behind you and grab your hips, pulling your body back into him. he'll rest his chin on your shoulder and when you ask him what he's doing he'll just reply with a simple "mmm, just missed you." drinking in the closeness of your presence.

black leg sanji

-the way this man is absolutely obsessed with curvier women. sanji constantly tells you how much of a goddess you are "mon amour, you're even more beautiful than aphrodite herself."

-the curly-browed blonde worships you and your body. when you are in only a bra and underwear in front of him, he takes his time to admire the absolute work of art you are. getting on his knees to stare up at you, placing his hands one on each of your thighs, working his way up to your stomach and hips, kissing along where his hands had just been. this becomes a ritual for him. he absolutely refuses to do anything more serious before getting to take his time adoring and worshipping you.

-sanji is constantly reminding you of how beautiful you are. he's saying it loudly, whispering it in your ear, and everything in between. you hear compliments from him a minimum of 100 times a day, and with the way his eyes widen and sparkle, you can tell how much he truly means it.

-he's genuinely heartbroken if he every found out that you didn't like your body or if you feel a bit insecure. sanji's eyes suddenly well up with tears as he explains that it hurts him to the core that you would see yourself so completely opposite to the way he sees you, "you're utterly ethereal, mon cheri. a work of art too perfect for this world." and he'll do anything to prove how much he means it. he'll leave gentle and delicate kisses all over your body and skin for hours, murmuring praises under his breath the entire time.

portgas d. ace

-ace was absolutely loud and proud about how attractive he found you from the very first time he laid his eyes on you. his gravely voice could be heard shouting across the moby dick "lookin' good, gorgeous." with the widest smile.

-the freckled boy will slide his hands up under your shirt, gently moving them up and down your hips and torso. ace has a carnal need to feel your skin, and there's nothing he loves more than getting to rest his hands on your stomach, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and leaving kisses down your neck as he does so.

-he loves to grab your ass. at first, ace tried to be subtle about it, starting by resting his hand on the smalls of your back, and slowly letting it fall lower until he reached your ass, and waiting a little bit before giving it a gentle squeeze. but as time progressed, he got more bold and unabashed about this form of pda, he's totally unbothered by the stares of the other crewmembers of the whitebeard pirates, returning their looks with the smuggest smile you've ever seen.

-ace will never let you forget how stunning you are. whenever he gets the chance, he'll be whispering in your ear about how gorgeous you are, how he's never seen anyone as beautiful as you, how he's so lucky to have you, and many other similar sentiments.

trafalgar water d. law

-like luffy, law is a lot more cuddly with you. often teleporting to stand right behind you, wrapping his arms around the center of your torso, pulling you close into him, his voice whispering in your ear "hi, beautiful." he always has a hand on you, whether it's on your thigh, your back, intertwined with your own hand, he simply can't resist you. the cruelest form of torture to the captain is not being able to touch you.

-praise galore. the captain is always finding subtle ways to praise you, trying to casually slip his compliments in during conversations. law often address you as "beautiful" or "my pretty girl", making it rare to hear your name slip from the law's lips.

-law is also extremely protective over you. his sharp eyes and stinging glare shoots at anyone who looks at you in a way he doesn't agree with. his hand holding onto your waist, pulling you close into him, with your head resting against his shoulder is law's ideal way to walk side by side with you.

eustass captain kid

-he's soooo loud about how attractive he finds you. it's an every day occurrence for you to hear the red-haired captain shout "oi, hot stuff, come bring your fine ass over here!" across the deck of the victoria punk. it's more common for kid to call you "hot stuff" or "doll" than it is for him to use your actual name, to the point that when you hear the captain using your name rather than a pet name, you genuinely think you're in trouble.

-eustass is so touchy. he literally cannot get enough of you, his large metal hand is always grabbing your ass or your hip, with his other hand running all over the side of your body. he's also not above leaving red lipstick stains all over your neck (and chest if you're wearing a top with a lower neckline). he leaves zero room for anyone to question who you're with.

-kid is obsessed with throwing you around, he's constantly picking you up and carrying you around the victoria punk. he'll put you up on his shoulders, loving the way your thighs squeeze around his head. throwing you over his shoulder, metal hand on your ass to make sure you don't slip. holding you by your waist with your legs wrapped around his. it's rare for you to be with eustass and for him to not be carrying you, its like second nature to him. and this man gets so fussy if you want to be put down. softly growling in your ear "make me.." while tightening his grip on you, refusing you to wiggle free from his grasp.

-the red-haired captain is genuinely angry if he hears you, or anyone else, talk poorly about you. nothing pisses him off faster than hearing untrue statements about the love of his life. the piercing glare he'll shoot your way if you start to talk down to yourself could kill. eustass will pull you close to him, whispering in your ear, the slightest hint of a growl in his gruff voice as he says "let me show you just how beautiful you are."

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a/n: i really struggled finishing this because it's lowkey hard to think straight with my head pounding but you'll have to pry my laptop out of my cold dead hands if you think i'm going to let being sick stop me from writing some fanfic 😌

a/n: also sorry for cutting law's part a little short, i literally can't look at my computer any longer 💀

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・｡Love Through Food🥘

You've ordered: a spiced cardamom tart! enjoy!

"Just the thought of not being alone gets me through"

Jamil Viper x reader | word count: 748 words

Summary: after hearing that you're not eating enough for Iftar, Jamil takes matters into his own hands 🥘 (short little drabble that i spent way too much time on-)

Warnings: reader is yuu, other than that, none!

Note: finally finished this! writer's block sucks 🫠 inspired by this post i made, encouraged to write this by @multifandom-milktea-simp 's comment on said post. can't believe there's only 10 days left T-T Ramadan Mubarak!! 🌙

Ramadan was a hell of a lot harder this year. Or at least that's what your friends thought. Not only did you have to not eat for practically the entire day, you were constantly stressed with whatever absolute bullshit Crowley made you deal with. They just didn't know how you did it.

"So, you really don't eat all day?!" Grim exclaimed, currently chowing down on a can of tuna you got him.

"Nope. I mean, I've been doing this since I was what? Ten years old?" You replied, using the extra time to do some homework.

"Jeez, I could never." the cat like creature mumbled, licking his paws.

"It doesn't seem all that complicated, Grim." You turned around at the sound of the familiar voice. And there he stood.

Jamil Viper, vice housewarden of the Scarabia dorm...and your boyfriend.

"How's the fasting going? Are you eating well when you break your fast?"

For your Iftars, you would usually just have Ace and Deuce take extra portions of food during lunch and keep them for you until sunset. You'd take the food to Ramshackle and try to turn the leftovers into something filling.

"Mhm. I usually find something to eat. Sometimes, I cook for myself and Grim in Ramshackle." you said, not wanting to worry him.

"Really? Good, good...You know..." Jamil began, glancing up at you. "I could always cook Iftar for you. It not a big deal."

"No, it's fine. Really. You already have so much on your plate..." you muttered, Jamil frowning a bit.

You didn't want to bother asking him to cook for you since he already had to do so for Kalim. But when he overheard from the Heartslabyul duo that you were basically eating whatever meatless food items they brought, it just didn't sit right with him.

"Are you sure? I can always-"

You placed a hand on top of Jamil's, gently patting his hand while giving him a reassuring smile as you stood up.

"I'm positive. My class is about to start. I'll see you later. Come on, Grim."

And with that, he watched as you left the cafeteria, a nagging feeling gnawing at him.

Even though you told him you were eating okay, he couldn't help but worry, causing him to take matters into his own hands.

The smell of various herbs and spices filled you and Grim's senses as you two made your way into Ramshackle that night. You didn't remember ever cooking anything. Maybe the ghosts made it.

As you stepped into the living area, your jaws dropped. On the table was a lavish spread of mouthwatering foods: roasted and spiced meats, sautéed vegetables, rice and beans, a pot full of curry, and various sweets. And of course pitchers of freshly squeezed juices.

And who stood at the head of the table with a smile on his lips? The one and only: Jamil Viper.

"Jamil, you..." You were so awestruck by the display, feeling your heart swell with affection. "When did you do all of this?"

"Who cares? Let's eat!" Grim exclaimed, rushing over to the table, only to be stopped by one of the Ramshackle ghosts.

You turned your attention back to Jamil, who reached out and cupped your face in his hands.

"You've been working so hard and fasting everyday at that. You only deserve the best for your Iftar, no more cafeteria food." he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you, Jamil. Really, thank you so much. I...I don't know how to repay you..." you muttered, placing your hands on top of his.

"There's no need. Seeing the look on your face as you enjoy my food is enough for me. Now come, let's eat." Jamil hummed, pulling away and pulling out a chair for you.

"About time!" Grim yelped, scampering into his seat and beginning to stuff himself silly.

"Grim! Slow down, you'll choke!" you chuckled, the cat like creature not minding your words as he grabbed another lamb skewer.

As you began to eat, your eyes widened, taste buds bombarded with various spices and herbs and sauces. It all left you speechless, your reaction being a thumbs up and a frantic nodding of your head.

Jamil was over the moon that you liked his food. Seeing you eat well after studying and fasting all day set his mind at ease, his hands moving to hold your empty one.

This was by far the best Iftar (and the best Ramadan) you'd ever had. 🥘

© m00nkissedlover, 2025

[ghosty-writes-23]

I Feel Like I Am Failing. - Leon S Kennedy.

TAGS: NSFW Content, Mental Health, Angsty, Depression, Overthinking, Mentions of Alcohol Addiction, Unprotected Sex, Mirrors, Soft!Dom!Leon, Mirror Sex, Cum Eating

Pairing: RE6!Husband!Leon + Writer!Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature.

Summary: You had been having a hard time with your own mental health and your husband Leon noticed and tried to make you feel better. "I'm Sad Again, Don't Tell My Boyfriend." - Billie Eilish (What Was I Made For)

Word Count: 3.6k (Unedited)

Ghosty's Notes: Hello beautiful people, I am back with another oneshot, i will admit this one is a little more personal to me and hits a little close to home as somebody who deals with these sorts of mental health issues, such as perfectionist, overthinking and guilt but i thought instead of trying to ignore it like i have been for a while that i would channel it into a oneshot.

!So Please Remember Your Mental Health Matters, Reach Out If You Need Help!

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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The last 6 months in the Kennedy household had been super busy from You and Leon buying your own place on the outskirts of town, it was an old gothic style house with a long tree lined driveway that lead to a beautiful manor, there was something so hauntingly beautiful about it was private and not to far out of town but not too close to the country just in the middle, Leon could have sworn the house was haunted with how cheap the price was, but the moment he saw your eyes light up when you first arrived to the showing, he knew this was the one.

It needed a little work and fixing up but that was a project you loved doing while Leon was at work, but he would send Chris over to help you or make sure you didn’t injury yourself on the job. Leon wanted his own bit of land that he could play around with Ace, you where happy to be out of your city apartment even though you loved it very much especially with the home Library Leon had built you last year for valentines day you both knew you needed a bigger space.

For the last couple of weeks you had been traveling for the new release of your books and going to signing and meetings fans, which was such a fun experience and just made you feel so lucky and blessed for the career you have as a writer and your amazing fans.

You were a little bummed Leon couldn’t join you this time since he couldn’t get the time off work but he promised he would be home to pick you up from the airport, giving you his special home delivery service where included him carrying you to the car and your bags, getting you your favourite drink and treat on the way home and of course getting take out for dinner.

Tonight, you were sitting in the living room on the couch, Oero sleeping and softy purring on your lap, Ace as asleep beside you, if you moved he would move with you. The house was quiet since Leon was out on a mission for the next couple of days so the house was quiet, you knew you should be writing tonight but you didn’t really have the energy to even get up from the couch. This had been happening the past of days these depressive episodes, you didn’t want to worry Leon because his mission needed his full attention.

You had gone to see your doctor when these episodes started and she changed your medication, you even told your therapist what going on and she gave you some tools such as things to do to distract yourself like maybe writing since your where an author, but right now the hobby that used to bring so much joy and happiness to your life now felt like a work and pressure that she didn’t need.

But you didn’t really feel a difference with either the medication or techniques, you knew your friends and family where seeing a difference in your mood but you reassured them with a smile not wanting them to worry. But when you were home alone like this, and you could hear the small voices you always pushed to the back of your head or tried to ignore.

Not good enough…

Useless at writing….

You won’t amount to anything…

Leon deserves a better wife….

You knew none of these words where true, but you couldn’t help but think about them or entertain the idea. Maybe Leon deserved better, maybe a wife that didn’t just write smut for a living, feeling tears start to gather in your eyes you pulled your knees to your chest as a soft sniffle left your lips, Oero hissed as first before settling beside you on the couch, Ace on the other seemed to know something was wrong and light pressed his wet nose into your cheek and tried to lick the tears from your face.

“Its okay Ace.” You tried to reassure him, but it was almost as if he could tell you where lying because he nuzzled up closely beside you and let out a huff, sometimes Ace reminded you of Leon when you didn’t tell him what was wrong at first, he would then wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him and then let out a sigh. You laid your head against his and let out soft sniffles as she let herself sink into her little whole, not realising how deep it was.

4 Days Later

You didn’t even realise the days had been going by, you had mostly been spending your time laying on the couch, your laptop was abandoned in your new library upstairs that will be constructed when Leon gets back because he wants to build you a new and bigger one, he even got you to send him Pinterest pictures and aesthetics so he can create something you will love. You hadn’t been answering your phone just laying on the couch in a blanket watching whatever pops up on the tv absentmindedly, you did feed and take care of Oero and Ace just because you didn’t have the energy didn’t mean your pets should suffer, you knew Ace could tell something was wrong, he brought over his most prized toy it was a toy rope, he always played with it with Leon when he was home, he would sleep with it too that is how much he loved it.

So, you were a little surprised when he grabbed the toy and brought it over to you and dropped it beside you on the couch. Your heart ached at the gesture knowing he was trying to make you feel better in his own way, you gave him a soft kiss on the head and opened the blanket for him, to which he happily got in and snuggled up next to you and gave your face a soft lick.

Later that day you stirred hearing the front door open and close, you felt Ace leave the couch growling deeply before it turned into happy barks as the person walked into the house, you could hear hushed whispers as heavy boots hitting the floor then the soft thud of a bag being placed on the ground then the coldish gloved hand touching your face. “Darling you awake.” Leon spoke softly as you felt him gently stroke your cheek, you nodded your head and slowly opened your eyes.

Leon gave you a small smile and leaned forward and softy kissed your cheek, but there was a worried look on his face. You turned over so you where fully facing him. “You okay?, Chris send me a message saying you where replying to his text or answering his calls, he wanted to drop off some supplies for your library yesterday.” He asks you in a soft tone as he keep stroking your cheek, you causing a lump to form in your throat, you knew you weren’t okay but didn’t want to worry him. “yeah I must have been busy writing.” You told him and he looked at you for a second before nodding his head seeming to believe you or at least you thought.

You replied with ‘just brainstorming’ before you locked your phone for the night, you ran your fingers through your hair and gently tugged as you could feel tears welling up in your eyes in frustration, you knew this was your job and that soon you would have to start thinking about your next book but what used to feel like a fun hobby to connect with people and share things now felt like a jail sentence of expectation of are people going to like it?, what if they don’t’ like certain characters or ways you write certain characters or if you try something new and nobody likes it, a lot of what if questions started flooring your mind and your reasoning went out of the window.

But later that night you were lying in bed the blankets pulled up to your shoulders, this was the first time you had slept in your own bed in the last 4 to 5 days, Leon was currently in the shower so there was only his bedside lamp, you had replied to Chris’s message apologising and making up a small lie about not answering either his messages or calls and that he could drop his things off tomorrow, to which he sent you a thumbs up.

But just as you where about to put your phone down a email caught your eyes it was from your best friend/ editor for your books. She was wondering when you would be starting on your next book and what would it be about, you knew the message was harmless but the peace you had felt since Leon came home seem to vanish and it felt as if a weight had been put back on your shoulders.

You were so deep in your head you didn’t even hear or notice Leon had come out of the shower and was now putting on some sweatpants then coming over to the bed, you only noticed him when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pull you towards his chest and he placed a kiss on your shoulder. “its okay sweetheart you can talk to me.” Leon encourages you softly and that was when your walls crumpled, and you started crying in his arms.

“I don’t know what I am doing anymore.” You cried into his arms as he gently rubbed your back and placed soft kisses on your forehead. “Its okay, I got you.” Leon said gently against your forehead as his other hand was gently rubbing the back of your neck knowing it helps calm you down. “I feel like I am failing, I’m a terrible writer and wife, I can’t do anything right and even when i try i just mess things up.” You sobbed at your words you felt Leon’s hand stop before he pulled back slightly so he could look into your eyes.

“never and I mean never say that again you hear me, you’re an amazing writer Y/n it takes a lot of talent to write even a paragraph, and you can write thousands of words a day, just because it’s not getting 1000s of like a day like some other writers doesn’t mean your work is any lesser then theirs, you just need to find your group, your people that love your work because they either connect with you or with what you have written.” He says as he reaches up and gently wipes your cheek with his thumb a small smile on his lips. “as for being my wife, sweetheart you are the heart of this home I brought you this house, but you made it a home for us, you gave me the space for me to fix my motorbikes and have my own personal gym, I love you so much that it hurts me to see you like this, but I don’t want to spend my life with anybody else that isn’t you.” Leon says before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“but all I do is sit at home and write smut about characters based off our sex life all day.” You tried to weakly protest, but Leon just smiled and put your head against his chest and started playing with your hair. “as long its not about somebody else and it makes you happy then I’m happy.” Leon says causing a small smile to come onto your cheeks.

“how do you always know what to say.” You asked him as you turned your head to look up at him, he had a small smile on his lips before he his face went serious. “because I have been where you are mentally, the doubt, the expection you put on yourself which causes anxiety, depression, it’s a dangerous slope without the right support that if you fall to deep then it could be game over." He says before his eyes softened and he started to trace random shapes on uoir back with his thumb.

"it was because of you helping & guiding me that I was able to find my way back and try and become a better man and not try and not try find solutions at the bottom of bottle.” Leon says as he looks at you his blue eyes sparked with a small hint of guilt for what he had put you through, from having to pick him up from bar’s across town and drag him home, or having to hold his hair back as he vomited into a toliet at 4am when he finally stumbled home smelling like a brewery.

"Some day you will have great days, bad days and then just days where you just exist and that is okay, nobody is perfect and we all have our own struggles in life, but it's better to speak about it rather then bottle it up." Leon says with a soft hum, but his words caused you to look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"When did you get so....wise?" you asked him but there was a small smile on your lips. "Instead of drinking I've been reading in my spare time while on missions." He says with a small embrassed blush slightly coloring his cheeks, you smiled and leaned up and kissed him.

The following morning.

“I love you.” You whispered softly, he smiled against your lips and kissed you back before pulling away slightly. “I love you too honey." He said as he pulled you closer and let out a soft breath as he rested his cheek on top of your head.

"You want a blowjob?" You asked him and all Leon did was chuckle. "I'm trying to be a supportive husband and you are being a little pervert." Leon says causing you to playfully roll your eyes. "It's been a while." You tried to argue but soon Leon was pulling you closer and his eyes where closed.

"Yes it has been a while, but not tonight and your not in the right headspace." Leon says before you could protest, you wanted to argue but you knew he was right so you settled down next to him and closed your eyes falling into a light sleep.

You had been working on a small paragraph, you where taking Leon’s advice and taking it slow and one day at a time and not pressuring yourself to write and trying to find the passion that you once had for the hobby, your doctor changed your medication again and this time you felt better, not so weighted down and the small voices in your head seemed to have stop for now, you knew some of the reason the voices stopped was because Leon was home and he could always reassure you vs when he is away on a mission, but you tried to not think about that as you tapped on your keyboard.

currently you were sitting cross legged on a bench press as Leon worked out in his gym, he had wanted to start getting into shape but didn’t want to go to the gym, glancing up from your screen you saw Leon pulling himself up on some bars causing his back muscles to bulge out slightly, you found yourself biting your lip as your eyes trailed down his body not even being subtle about it, his sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips and threatened to slip off any second.

“Enjoying the show, why don’t you join me?.” Leon comments causing a blush to colour your cheeks as he looked at you through the mirror, you just smiled and closed your laptop before setting it to the side. “tempting offer but I’m getting enough cardio in just by watching you.” You said with a smile as you got off the bench press and walked over to him.

Leon dropped down from the bar with a soft thud as his feet hit the ground, only he could make looking sweaty sexy. “I could think of another way for you to get your cardio in.” Leon suggests with an innocent smirk, but you knew these was nothing innocent about his expression.

“Oh, and what do you suggest?” you ask him before you are backed up against the mirror, your inches apart you looked up at him through your lashes as you bit your bottom lip, you could feel the cold temperature of the glass even though Leon’s shirt you where wearing but you didn’t find in fact you welcomed it because it help with the rising temperature of your own body.

Leon began to open his button up shirt you where wearing only to see you wearing a bralette and panties underneath, you heard him softy groan and curse under his breath because it was his favourite set, It was a simple black lace bralette and panties combo, it was mesh and see through with small floral designs sewn in gold thread, it was one of your favourite because of how comfortable it was.

“you beautiful darling.” Leon purrs softly against your neck as his hands gently gripped your waist and pulls you closer to him. “Your too sweet.” You softly whisper and Leon just chuckled before he captured your lips in a soft kiss, but soon turned into something hungrier and more desperate as you wrapped your arms around his neck, as he hooked his hands under your thighs and picked you up with ease.

Soon you started to grind your hips against his as you could feel his bulge pressing against you. “You know what mirrors are good for sweetheart?” Leon asked with a groan against your lips, you shook your head and let out a soft whine as he broke the kiss.

“watching you cum.” Leon spoke in your ear causing a soft gasp to leave your lips as you looked at him blushing but your bottom lip was between your teeth, to which he captured your lips in another kiss but this time it was slower and more sensual as if he taking his time to taste every inch of your mouth.

When he pulled away from the kiss you started to kiss, suckle and bite his neck leaving little marks. ”gods look at you darling, breathless, flushed and so beautiful.” Leon spoke as he gently pulled you away from his neck and ran his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Please Leon.” You whined softly as you looked at him, you wanted him no you needed him either inside you or his fingers. “we don’t have condoms in here.” Leon says looking up at you wanted to groan before you looked at him.

“you could always pull out.” You suggested and in that moment you swear you saw Leon’s pupils dilate and get slightly bigger. Soon Leon is pushing down his sweats with your legs still around his waist, his shirt you where wearing was now open, and your bralette was pushed up exposing your hard perky nipples and your panties where pulled to the side.

“You ready?” Leon asked his face was flushed as yours was as well, you tightened your legs around his waist and let out a soft gasp as you felt him gently tapping the tip of his cock on the quivering entrance of your slick folds. “Yes.” You says nodding your head as you rested your head on his shoulder.

When he finally pushed inside you couldn’t help but whimper and arch your back as he took him inch by inch as he rolled his hips, almost hitting your sweet spot with each roll of his hips. “fuck you feel so good.” He gritted his teeth groaning softly as he finally bottomed out. You had to keep your eyes from rolling back, gently tugging his head down you captured his lips in a kiss that was nearly all teeth and passion.

“Harder.” You whispered against his lips as your fingers went into his hair and softly tugged causing a strand moan to leave his lips. He didn’t need to be told twice and soon he started moving his hips rougher but hungrily as if it wasn’t him that just craved your touch but also his body.

“Oh god Leon.” You cried out as your nails dug into his shoulders, you could hear how wet you were and felt it running down your thighs with each of Leon’s thrusts, his rhythm was angled so he would hit your sweet spot with each thrust, it was enough to make you see stars as your orgasm was fast approaching.

You knew Leon wasn’t too far behind as the hand that was on your ass helping stabilize you tightened, you knew you would have a bruise there later but when you felt his teeth sink into your neck you lost it and came with a loud hitch pitch cry of his name as your back arched and your eyes rolled back, he soon followed with a grunt as his hips stilled and you felt him fill you up.

It took a couple of minutes for your breaths to calm down, Leon pulled out with a soft hiss leaving you feeling empty as his come started to run down your thighs. “did you forget to pull out.” You asked him with an amused smile as you looked at him, to which he gave you a boyish grin that melted your heart.

“sorry but you got to admit you look fucking sexy like this.” Leon commented as he spread your butt cheeks slightly to watch his come drip out of you, playfully rolling your eyes as you grabbed his shirt you had been wearing. “I’m gonna go and shower, since Chris is dropping somethings over.” You says putting on the shirt, but Leon pushed it up slightly and before you could ask him what he was doing you felt his tongue between your legs.

“Wait I’m too sensitive.” You gently protested trying to push him away, but he just grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together as he licked and sucked your folds, you mewed softly and bit your lip as your eyes fluttered closed.

But thankfully he pulled away after a few minutes and to your surprised he kissed you and used his tounge to push the come into your mouth causing you to go wide eyed ad you tasted your combined juices, you swallowed and looked at his playful grin. “we better shower Chris will be here soon with paint.” Leon says nonchalantly as if he didn’t just feed you his come in a kiss.

You nodded your head and followed behind him, thinking your husband may seem stoic but underneath that make he was a little pervert....

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Dead Boy Detectives Fic Recs Part 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

So I hear there's been some fandom drama? Guess it's time for another fic rec list! This fandom is so lovely, so let's focus on the positive and give all the love to our writers and artists. You guys are so talented. ♥️

Work It Harder, Make it Better by dear_monday, two_ravens

Olympics AU! And kind of Sk8er Boi? Charles is an Olympic skateboarder at the end of his competitive career and Edwin is a rising star in the world of dressage. They fall in love at Paris 2024. Amazing writing, as always, and I also enjoyed Niko and Crystal as members of the skateboarding and equestrian teams having their own Olympics Romance and Jenny as Charles' world-weary coach.

Twin Flame by Leandra

Another "He was a punk, he did ballet" romance! This time, everyone is alive and the boys meet when Charles watches Edwin perform at his little sister's ballet recital. The romance and Charles as a big brother are very sweet, which is great as this fic also covers some heavy themes. It's set in the 90s so there's discussion of homophobia, the AIDs crisis and Charles' canon child abuse. Suffice to say, his bisexual awakening is quite fraught. Recommended!

Love for Hire by lucrow

Edwin hires Charles to freak out his parents with his obnoxious fake boyfriend. What could possible haaappeeen? And yes, it's a ballet/punk romance too. 😅 Anyway, it's giving fantastic banter, lots of emotions and great use of trope! I also enjoyed Edwin's relationship with his mum in this fic, excellent parental feels.

so I try to talk refined by shadowquill17

Charles finds out about the Cat King taking on his appearance and (somehow) arrives at the conclusion that Edwin isn't attracted to him. Charles having body image as well as chronic self-esteem issues was interesting but kind of heartbreaking. Read it for Edwin's agonised attempts to verbalise his sexual attraction to Charles without exploding. That's love right there.

A Royal Pain(e) (series) by handwrittenhello

Royalty AU! I love a bodyguard romance from time to time and this one is lovely. Lots of yearning.

Turnabout's Fair Play by LikeMmmCookies

Edwin enlists Niko and Crystal to teach him how to flirt with Charles. It starts off cute and awkward and ends up Master Of All He Surveys, which is very Edwin.

I will love you (I really love you) by ghostinthelibrary

Charles has a feelings realization and tries to confess to Edwin. Repeatedly. From a cock-blocking enchanted statue to a Hellhound, it's farcical and fun. This fic has been living in my head rent free for months.

seasons of mists by laiqualaurelote

Edwin hires Charles to be the barista in his book shop's cafe. Two cosy AUs in one! And it even comes (appropriately) with its own reading list and fanart! Very cute, excellent autumnal vibes and a superb imaginary book shop. I'm genuinely so devastated it's not a real place. 😭

Ariadne's Thread by hobbitsdoitbetter

In which Edwin is demisexual and trying to make it work with Charles. Love to see some ace spectrum representation!

you know the problem with history (it keeps coming back like weeds) by aletterinthenameofsanity

Amnesia AU! And kind of Secret Relationship? Edwin has Not So Temporary Amnesia that made him forget a whole romantic relationship with Charles early in their partnership. And Charles never told him... Surely this will have no impact on the events of canon?? 😬 I loved this twist on the trope!

scraped to the marrow by Anonymous

Edwin learned black magic in Hell and kind of went to the Dark Side. I love the trope of "Everyone thinks Character avoids violence because they're scared/weak/nice/bad at it, but actually they're a bit too good at it" and this fic does it well. I love regular Edwin, but Lord Bone was also pretty cool.

To Walk Back Into Hell by Asidian

Charles goes to Hell in Edwin's place, so naturally Edwin needs to find a way to rescue him! Interesting Hell lore and I loved all the Charles love in this.

It does not stop by williamvapespeare

Now he's safe from Hell, Edwin finally works through his PTSD. Emotional, but peak Emotional Support Charles for the win!

signed, sealed, delivered by sulfuric

Outsider PoV of the boys and the agency through the years from the perspective of the Ghost Postman. He's kind of underrated as a side character, but there are so many Implications about the Dead Letter Office, so I enjoyed the worldbuilding. And the supernatural community of London gossiping about/shipping the boys (they're just like us, for real). Love that trope.

not so secret by lola_prongs

Social Media/Celebrity AU! In which they're both actors and Charles relentlessly thirsts after Edwin on Twitter. Great use of social media/epistolary storytelling.

Like a record, baby by singtome

Another celebrity/social media AU, but this time Charles and Crystal are budding rock stars and Edwin is their manager. Also Edwin goes viral as the mysterious #HotGuyatUnity after his picture's taken at an event and Charles *tries* to set the record straight. This one's funny, generous with the yearning and UST and is part of a series that also touches on the darker side of the music industry/celebrity, which I appreciated. And it also has this excellent visual representation of the online drama.

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[vibelladonna]

𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈… 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 ! ! 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒾

To start off, sorry I haven’t posted any fanfics lately.

Well, other than “Rizz the Wolf” April Fool reaction—look man I was really hyped and I couldn't help myself, I'd like to mention that I’ve got two exams this week and one more after that, so things have been kinda hectic for me as my spring semester is ending soon.

I’ll try to post something this weekend or later.  

Now, about the update on Geo… y’all really blew up my inbox. I was sitting in a chemistry lecture, taking notes on my iPad, when like 30 people inboxed me, saying overall ‘CHECK TWITTER!’ I was so confused, just staring a my screen like, "wtf is going on???" 😭 I legit thought something bad happened, so I checked Twitter all dramatically like I was about to read a scandal.  

First off, I just love seeing updates from @fantasia-kitt. And since y’all were MAYBE waiting for my "official statement"—because apparently, I’m the top writer that actually enjoys writing about Geo (which, fair, I do take almost every request I get)—here it is:  

I admire it ♡. Like deadass, omg.

Seeing Geo as Aroace just makes so much sense, like I already knew funny enough. It fits him perfectly—both personality-wise and character-wise. If there was ever a character who would straight-up say, "I literally do not have the time nor interest in a relationship,"

It’s literally him.

That being said… yeah, I guess this means almost everything I’ve written about Geo so far isn’t exactly accurate. Especially when it comes to writings like [ 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈 ] or [ 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒾 ]—to tell ya'll the truth, I was kinda hated writing those. 

I still lowkey head cannon him into Japanese bondage, Shibari—in a non sexual manner, like he just wanted to learn because he just happens to be interested in it.

Yes, I did a lot of research for them, but to keep it real, I only wrote them for my dearest readers because, at the time, there was barely any NSFW content for Geo, and everyone kept asking for it.

However, at the back of my brain, I already knew it didn’t fit his character, which was my original plan to never write it in the first place. If I’m being honest, I do feel a tiny bit disappointed—not at Geo being Aroace now.

Like, I’m actually hyped about that.

Sidenote—Do you know how rare perfectly written Aroace, aro, or even just ace representation is? 

HARDLY ANYWHERE.

It’s a constant battle trying to explain to people that this is who I am, and half the time, they just don’t get it because no one really talks about it.

So seeing a character like Geo, who actually fits the identity so well, is a huge win. It’s more about the fact that I knew I understood his character so well, but I kept holding myself back and writing him wrong—just to please everyone.

That’s on me, and I’ll never do it again.

So, this short update hits close to home.

Like Fantasia mentioned, "Geo has a special place in my heart since he reflects my own sexuality as well being an Aroace and I thinks this fits him more personality and character-wise." End quote.

And truthfully, same.

As mentioned, I’m asexual—like, if you’ve been on my blog for even five seconds, you’ve probably seen the spade symbols everywhere or my about me pinned post. It’s my way of repping my sexuality—hell, I even wear it as jewelry daily.

Also, a thought: I might be aro too, but I haven’t done a deep dive into that yet. Relationships have never really been my thing, and my priorities have always been my academics and career, so… maybe? Who knows.

Like, I’ll probably sit with it over the summer when I finally have some free time to contemplate my existence properly.

For those who don’t know me personally… let’s see…

if I had to sum up my personality, just picture Dr. Cristina Yang from Grey’s Anatomy or Kyoko Kirigiri from Danganronpa (btw, Kyoko is the only character in that game I care about). That should give you a pretty solid idea of how I operate.

That being said, I’m definitely still writing about Geo.

Don’t get it twisted—I was never gonna stop. I’ll just be going off my own thoughts now, and hopefully, everyone’s cool with that.

But please, for the love of all that is holy, do not ask me to write that Sol and Geo threesome. I was deadass joking in [ 𝒿𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 ]. Same with Hyugo and Geo x Reader request in a relationship—logically, it just doesn’t click for me to write something like that.

I enjoy writing about Geo—he’s one of my comfort characters (which, mind you, I only have like four on that list). And honestly?

Still my ideal type. I relate to him a lot. Not saying I’d date myself, but when I write him, I often think, "How would I react?"—except I dial up the arrogance, smugness, and overall asshole energy.

And before you ask, "Why the hell would you even want to date someone like that?"—leave me alone. 😭 

Again, dating isn’t exactly high on my priority list.

I just think about it sometimes—mostly because my parents won’t get off my ass about it. They keep saying, “Don’t waste your life just focusing on work,” but like… I genuinely don’t have any desire for it. I just want to enjoy life, make a decent living, and maybe—if anything—consider marriage way down the line.

But if I HAD to pick, it’ll be Geo.

Like in a best friends kind of way. Personally he’ll be so understanding because he too feel this way. I’ll annoy him so much.

The reason why, to me, relationships are just really close friendships with extra steps. If you’re dating someone, shouldn’t they also be your best friend? Deadass my friends call me weird for thinking that way, however I like to see it that way. 

This is why the only piece I actually enjoyed writing was [ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 ]—ironic isn’t it? I just thought of Geo and me as best friends and converted that into something for whoever was reading.

I always saw it as experiencing romantic and sexual attraction differently than most people. Relationships aren’t one-size-fits-all—they take on different forms depending on the people involved.

With Geo, I was just being transparent about who he is, what his needs and boundaries are, and how that shapes his dynamics with others.

Same goes for real life—your needs, your expectations, their needs, their expectations… It all comes down to communication. 

That’s everything.

And like Geo isn’t heartless now. If you play “Rizz the Wolf”, it just proves how much Geo actually cares about his friends. Like dude, look at how he treats Crowe and Deryl. Sure, he was pissed at Deryl for touching him and just straight-up being goofy, but he still let him do it.

And Crowe? Crowe did so much for Geo. It’s literally in the game’s glossary that Crowe helped him after he got kicked out of high-class society. No wonder Geo wipes Crowe’s face with a napkin. 

Not gonna lie, kinda wish that was me.😗

What I’m getting at is—this all just clicks.

So yeah, Geo not doing romantic relationships?

Officially canon. He doesn’t see the point, doesn’t have the time, and honestly? This just gives me even more material to work with—so stay tuned for the next post ! !

I’ll catch y’all later—thanks for listening to my rambling, my dearest readers. ♤

[anystalker707]

I need you with me

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [gender neutral] Reader Summary: After the Marineford events, all that Ace needs is some love. Tags: ace is recovering, so he needs you to be gentle / he's so sweet / lots of fluff / universe in which ace survived marineford A/n: thanks sm for the request, anon <3 sorry for taking long

Requested by anon [Hello, amazing writer! If you are doing requests, could you do Ace x female reader where Ace gets all the love and pets and praise he so deserves. I just finished Marineford and I have...feelings]

MASTERLIST

          Everyone was shaken up after the events in Marineford, still trying to process everything that had happened, without much success. It wasn’t just a lot to process but also left everyone in a shocked state that would take time to wear out. Luffy had even spent a while with the Whitebeard Pirates to ensure his brother would be alright before he had to go back to following his path. By that time, the commotion had also died within the crew itself, it was finally time to have your boyfriend all to yourself again.

The wound that once covered the center of his chest and back was now only two violent scars decorating his skin, only adding to his charm, if anything. You wondered if anything could make Ace ugly, and it was hard to determine something that would make him permanently unattractive, so you dropped it.

Ace was lying on his side with his back to you, taking yet another nap in the dark cabin that blocked the sunlight by the thick blackout curtains. Napping was something he’d been doing rather a lot, aside from the spontaneous times he would fall asleep. The Marineford event took quite a toll on him, both physically and mentally, so it was no surprise he found comfort in sleep and quietness now that the euphoria had died down. Not surprisingly, he also grew clingy after that.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you walked over, observing the scar on Ace’s back as you sat on the bed, careful not to wake him up. His skin rose in shivers at the slightest touch upon his scar, but he didn’t even move in his sleep, continuing to softly snore away. Your heart heaved a little, but it’d been like that for so long that it was pointless to dive into sadness for longer.

Your mind didn’t leave you alone for the few seconds you kept your eyes closed, replaying parts of the Summit War, even though you’d gone through it multiple times already. It was tiring, clinging to your skin like mud that you couldn’t clean off, dragging you down, but you could still feel the normality slowly making its way back into your lives, thankfully.

Ace smelled like a mixture of your smell along with his own, which was quite characteristic, and always left a very well-welcomed lingering scent on your bed. His smell filled your lungs as you pressed your nose to the back of his ear and inhaled deeply before finally lying down with him and hugging him from behind. Only then did he groan a little, shifting a little to make himself comfortable next to you. He was warm, back moving against your chest rhythmically. It was good to feel him like that next to you, alive and well, helping you fight the feeling he would disappear in case you looked away for too long.

“Love,” Ace murmured in a whiny tone that popped your bubble and brought you back to the real world to be embraced by the warmth he made you feel. “Mmph, babe,” he whispered with a groan that dissipated into a sigh of comfort the moment you pressed a kiss to his cheek and hugged him tighter.

“Yes, my love?” You whispered against his cheek when he started stirring awake, humming drowsily as he patted around until his hand found the side of your head and kept you there to turn his head and messily kiss your face. His eyes were still closed as his lips met the space above your upper lip, and then your cheek—that was the only response you received as he gently played with your hair a little.

“I had a dream with you,” he whispered, eyes still closed, but you could tell he was a little less than half asleep by then. “We were… Uh, I forgot.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head, while running a hand through Ace’s messy hair strands in a fruitless attempt to push them back into place. “Okay. The fact you dreamed with me is good enough.”

Ace pouted with a hum as he shifted on the bed so that he was on his back, allowing himself to take a look at you. He finally opened his eyes and blinked until the blurred form before him turned into a clear image of you, which made him smile. “Mmph, babe,” he whispered in a happy tone that made your heart flutter.

“You’re so cute like this, all sleepy, all comfy.” Your lips parted into a grin before you kissed his cheek. “I really just want to— Damn.” Instead of fighting your urges, you just cupped his cheek and kissed all over his face until he was giggling and wrapping his arms around you, swinging one of them lazily around your neck.

“Hey, what’s that for?” Ace groaned softly and kissed your cheek a couple of times, planting kisses on the way to your lips, where he lingered for a few seconds.

“I just want to pamper my pretty boy, am I not allowed to?”

Whenever you called him ‘pretty boy’, Ace’s heart fluttered, and he felt all bubbly inside, so full of himself that he believed he could face the entire world if he really wanted to. He smiled as his cheeks gained a red tone, and he melted under the new kisses over his face.

“Sometimes I wonder if I can kiss each of your freckles,” you said as your fingertips trailed along the freckles on his shoulder; they descended for all his body and imprinted constellations upon his skin.

Ace hummed, raising one of his eyebrows at you. “Well, if you want to try… I wouldn’t be opposed to it, babe.”

“Hm, right,” you muttered with a smile, kissing his forehead. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

Just the idea of it seemed to get Ace a little eager, grinning as he allowed you to keep bathing him with compliments and caressing. He sighed and leaned into your touches, groaning when you started running your fingers through his hair again. Playing with his hair could easily drive Ace to sleep, but it wasn’t your intention, so you pulled your hand away as soon as he started closing his eyes, much to his displeasure.

“Have you eaten today?” It was a question that usually would be useless, really—his huge appetite dismissed any worry about his intake of food, but that was before the Summit War. After that, the pain and stress of carrying Roger’s blood in his hands took upon him again, and there he was, believing he didn’t deserve any care in the world. Sometimes, the guilt would still drag along the sad smiles he flashed you whenever you gave him affection, but it was growing considerably lower through time. You hoped that, someday, he wouldn’t feel like his life was a burden.

A soft hum came from Ace as he rubbed his eye, looking away, immediately snatching a sigh from you.

“Come on, Ace, love, you’re better than that.” You looked at the bedside table, noticing a tray of food sitting there. It’d probably been brought for lunch, a couple of hours ago. “Look, there’s even some ramen here. Why don’t you try it? Or do you want fresh food? You know everyone is doing their best for you, try to eat a little bit, pretty boy.” You kissed the tip of his nose, making him scrunch his nose with a small sound.

“Will you stay with me for the rest of the day?” Ace’s eyebrows knitted together as he looked at you with those eyes, enough to make your heart heavy. “You’ve been busy all day long, only checking on me now and then. I like having you around, even if I’m just napping. I like your presence.”

A sigh escaped your nose as you heard Ace, frowning a little at his words. You should’ve done better, really. “Okay,” you said with a nod. “I’ll go let Pops know I’m spending the rest of the day with you, okay? Don’t move a single finger while I go there! I’ll know if you do!”

When Ace chuckled, something stirred in your chest, spreading warmth all within it.

“Okay! But give me another kiss before you leave and more when you come back, okay?” Ace’s arms wrapped tighter around your neck, making you roll your eyes before pressing your lips to his gently. He didn’t seem to be a big fan of the light kiss, instead deepening the kiss with a soft hum, keeping your lips together until you were both out of air.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[takes1]

omg if ur requests r still open… let me start off by saying i ate your tsukki series right up it scratched my needy loser itch SO WELL 😭😭 so much so im coming to you as a woman and begging you to do a needy oikawa scenario headcanon fic ANYTHING!!!! like i’d love a pathetic loser oikawa whos like perchance… crushing on one of the members of the girls team of seijoh…? 🫢

i’ll literally take anything u write atp that tsukki series was so fucking good that i literally put off studying for my finals to wait for ur updates instead 😭 i hope u know ur an excellent writer n wish u a very well day!!! 🤍🤍

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"Come on, dumbass- the bus is here," Iwaizumi reached out to grab Oikawa's wrist to keep him from lingering any longer at the entrance to the gym floor.

"Give me two seconds," Oikawa spat. He swatted away his teammate's attempt to haul him from his vantage point.

Iwaizumi sucked his teeth and muttered something under his breath.

For once, Oikawa didn't pay it any mind. He had to see you spike. He had to watch you win.

The ball spun up, perfect and slow for your setter- his clammy hands clenched at the soaked number on his jersey. You leaped up for it. He froze that moment in time, your perfect form, perfect body, perfect force, all sculpted for this sport you both loved and dedicated yourselves to. It was a frame he could worship until the end of time.

You gave a brutal and strong slam, clean and cutthroat, that connected to the linoleum on the other side of the court.

"YEAAAAHHHHH!!"

The cries of the audience, your team, a double whistle, and the pounding of his own heart for you filled his ears. He couldn't hear the reinforcements Iwaizumi had sent to drag him away so they could leave.

It didn't matter now.

None of them were in the mood to entertain his sensitivities, since they hadn't had as much luck as you against Karasuno.

That being said, he wasn't the only one who was happy the girl's team had managed to make it. It made their group jogging back to catch the bus just a bit less out-of-sorts.

Though his plan was to speak to you first thing that next morning about the match, it never worked that way.

You were the epitome of untouchable, surrounded by many friends and always smiling at something they said to you- he couldn't stomach the possibility of you not smiling at him the same way.

But you were magnetic; as soon as he gave up on the line he prepared for you, he would watch your perfect smile light up the room and have a brand-new, better one.

Yet, a mere, "Hey," Was all he could manage on his best days when your teams switched for practice, between his own admirers never leaving him alone, and your always-occupied attention.

He wasn't enough to catch your eye.

That alone stumped him, because he never had a problem with this before you.

There was a noisy little songbird outside the window, right next to him on the other side of the glass, practically egging him on.

His gaze flitted from the bird over to your desk for the final, innumerable time that class. The heavy head in his hand tilted, studying the way you played with your hair, in hopes to replicate it.

God, if you were his, you would never have to worry about brushing it. He'd be at your beck and call, anything you needed, he would search Heaven and Earth for it.

He sighed through his nose, hand over his mouth.

There was a pain in his eyes.

You copied the last few pieces from the textbook to your notes and brushed away some eraser marks from your desk. A steady, cute, focus on your brow.

The bell rang for lunch.

A fluttering of wings and the bird he was watching was far away now, soaring through the partly cloudy sky. He turned back to you and his heart sank.

There were already guys at your desk congratulating you on your win.

You grinned and mentioned your team's hard work, casual and cool, and took your lunch out as they walked away.

He couldn't let himself be forgotten. With a bit too much enthusiasm he stood and his chair scraped the floor, loud.

Only a few people turned to look and you were thankfully not one of them.

No time to think-- just going for it, he belted out at the side of your desk,

"I saw you win the match."

What the fuck did he just say?

You glanced up at him. He didn't mean to say that, exactly. He should've just said congrats. His face filled with struggle.

"Oh!" You wiped your mouth, "Yeah, I saw you guys walking out, I wanted to talk to you!"

He stumbled over his words, unable to think clearly enough to take a second to breathe, "Y-eah, the bus- was there--."

"The girls watched you guys, too. I'm sorry about what happened."

His face was starting to get warm, and just his luck, two of his most common groupies were stalking you with dark looks at the door. He was fumbling so bad. Of course you watched him lose.

You looked down for a moment, "That was a tough match."

In doing so, you remembered that monster serve that made you jump out of your seat.

You giggled, "Oh man, but that serve of yours!!"

His chest puffed up, filled with a newfound pride that mended every lackluster attempt he ever had at getting your attention.

"That was so fucking cool!"

Heat crept up his neck, goosebumps all over his arms so bad he had to cross them. He was blushing ear to ear.

A choked sound preceded his uneven voice, "You saw that?"

"Y-eaaah, I mean," He was making it worse already, but you were grinning up at him. How could he not keep trying to impress you?

"-They're better way better at practice, ya know."

"Oh, yeah?" An unwanted, deep voice egged on from his side.

He jumped away from Iwaizumi, whom he made plans to meet with for lunch, now standing with his arms crossed and an unimpressed brow line.

You both shared an amicable wave before he slapped a broad hand on the back of Oikawa's neck to direct him away and let you eat in peace.

It was arguably in his best interest, but Oikawa scrambled out of his grip as soon as he was in the hallway, pissed that he was abducted just as it was getting good.

"The fuck?" He snapped, rubbing the hot spot just under his hairline.

Iwaizumi, not about to tolerate his attitude like he did yesterday, rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets. He started walking towards their usual spot with a smirk that his friend couldn't see.

He called over his shoulder, "You should really tuck that, dude."

The few students in the hallway watched his back, some in amusement, some in carnal curiosity, as he panicked for a moment, faced a corner -beet red and muttering-, and did just so.

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[noproofread]

The Captain's Brother (NSFW)

"Take me for one last ride, I'm out of my head tonight. The sound of the waves collide."

aaaah the deftones...

been in a tough writers block for a couple months but this deftones song brought me back to life.

Ace x afab!reader (no pronouns, feminine traits).

straw hat reader. Ace is hitching a ride with the straw hats, reader tries to avoid him. dom ace (kinda sorta), smut with feelings lol, unprotected sex (whoops), light praise.

word count: 1,434

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The Going Merry rocked as the waves moved under the boat. Droplets of water touched your skin as you breathed in the fresh air, watching the blue horizon. You felt a light tap on your shoulder, prompting you to turn. “Need some company?” The orange hat-wearing pirate spoke, smiling slightly as he looked at you. “Don’t mind it.” You replied, turning back to your meditative view. Luffy had introduced him as his brother Ace, although you knew him as Whitebeard’s 2nd division commander “Fire Fist” Ace. You never imagined having a casual conversation with him, but then again you never imagined you’d be sailing with a pirate from the Worst Generation.

“Not a huge talker huh?” Ace attempted to make conversation with you. Admittedly, you were introverted. Not the best thing to be when you’re a pirate but you thrived more behind the scenes instead of front line combat anyway. “Not much to say.” You shrugged. “What? You don’t like me?” He pouted, trying to make you laugh. It got a chuckle out of you. “I’m just a person with few words, Cowboy. My mom always told me I was prettier when I was quiet.” You laughed softly, your eyes glued to the sea moving below. “Well I disagree with your mom.” You could feel Ace’s eyes on you. Fighting the urge to look at him, you waited in silence to hear his reasoning. “I bet you’re pretty when you’re loud.”

You felt your face heat up, surely radiating red from his comment. You immediately found alternate meanings to his words. Loud as in talking, laughing. That’s what he means. You told yourself to rid yourself of any lewd thoughts that had catapulted themselves from the back of your subconscious. Ace laughed loudly. You impulsively smacked the back of his hat. Hitting was your way of flirting, you didn’t know what else to do. Ace fixed his hat and smiled at you. You found yourself giggling and smiling with him. Sure, you thought he was attractive. But Ace was your captain’s brother and the last thing you wanted was to make the energy on the ship awkward. “I’m right, aren’t I?” He held your gaze, you couldn’t look away this time. “About what?” You asked innocently. Ace shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “Gonna make me work for it?” My, he’s bold. But what else could you expect from such a prolific pirate? You thought.

The eye contact between you felt more intense. The thumping of your heart grew louder within your ears. You bit your lip in nervousness. Ace smirked at you, taking one step closer towards you. It was the sound of Luffy’s blaring laugh that disrupted the thick tension forming in the air. Your head snapped in the direction of the cackling. “Is my brother more important?” Ace teased. You smiled, not looking at him. “He is my captain.” You said, earning a chuckle from him. “He wouldn’t mind if you spent a couple minutes entertaining his dear brother though. I should know; I’m the brother.” He reached out and grabbed your chin, making you look at him.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it would explode. “All I want…” His voice had gone soft as he was now standing mere centimeters from you. “Is to see if I’m right.” His eyes trailed down to your lips as he licked his own. You mustered up the courage to speak. “Right about what?” Your voice came out barely a whisper. “That you’re pretty when you're loud.” The last words spoken in a hurry as he immediately kissed you. His hands traveled towards the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You felt his body heat radiating as his lips moved with yours. The kiss grew more passionate and your arms had found their way around his neck. “Ugh, get a room. I want to sleep.” Zoro’s voice interrupted the heated moment, making the both of you break away. Ace laughed, his hands still holding on to you. Zoro sat on the floor, leaning against the railing of the Merry as he shooed you both away. Ace took your hand and sprinted towards whatever door was closest.

As soon as that door closed behind you his lips assaulted your neck, leaving a trail of messy kisses behind. You gasped at the contact of his lips against your skin. His hands caressed your arms as you felt him lightly lick and nip at your neck. “Ace” You whispered out, making him return to your eye level. He chuckled, his breath hitting the side of your neck. It made you shiver. You gazed into his eyes, your head spinning from the spontaneous act. The rush of endorphins and adrenaline flowing through your body. You reached up and grabbed his hat, taking it off and placing it onto your head. You saw Ace redden as you adjusted the hat on your head. He bit his lip before grabbing you by the waist.

Ace pulled you close, kissing you deeply before breaking away to look into your eyes. You felt hot, the air around was thick as you both breathed heavily. He gently lifted you off the ground before hoisting you up against a wall, placing himself between your legs. The position he put you in made your arousal dampen your underwear. You moaned softly as he kissed you, one hand roaming freely under your top. With every touch of his fingertips he left behind a trail of fire on your skin. You bucked your hips, signaling to him that you wanted him. The heat of the situation made you forget every excuse you ever had to not approach him. Nothing mattered anymore, you just wanted him.

Ace met your eyes, his pupils were dilated. You didn't need to speak, he understood what your gaze meant. He let you down, allowing the both of you to undress. You felt the cool breeze hit you as you removed your undergarments. Looking up to see Ace admiring your body. He sucked air between his teeth before ravishing you once again. His body flushed against yours. You hopped up, wrapping your legs around his waist. The position alone was enough for a groan of anticipation to escape your lips.

Ace smirked before whispering into your ear. “I’m going to enjoy testing my theory.” With one of his hands he aligned himself with your entrance. Your breath hitched as you felt him lowering you down onto him, his tip almost teasing you. You closed your eyes, focusing on the agonizingly slow feeling of him entering you. You pursed your lips to hold back your moans. “Tsk. Tsk. That won't do.” Ace scolded you, thrusting into you suddenly. “Fuck!” You mewl out. “That's more like it.” He growled, pushing himself deeper into you. He slammed into you, barely allowing you to catch a breath. All you could do was let out whatever noise came out of you. He filled you deliciously. You gripped onto his back, scratching it as he continued. You felt a knot tightening in your stomach. The air filled with lewd sounds from the two of you chasing your high. All you could do was scream out his name as you felt closer to the edge. You felt him twitch inside of you as he climaxed, filling you up with his hot sticky seed. The feeling of him collapsing into you sent you over. You clenched onto him as you rode out your high.

Panting filled the room. The two of you attempted to catch your breath. He pulled out of you, letting you down. Feeling just how wobbly your legs were as soon as your feet hit the ground. Ace caught you right before you fell. You let out a laugh as you found some stability on the rocking boat. You dressed yourself, convinced that the entire crew had heard you. If not everyone then surely Zoro, who was trying to sleep a couple feet away. You turned to give Ace his hat back. He shook his head. “Give it back before I leave. I want you to wear it for now. You look better in it anyway.” He winked, causing a light blush to wash over your cheeks. As you begin to walk out of the room you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, stopping you just outside. “I was right… You're pretty when you're loud.” Ace whispered behind you as he walked past you, leaving you to process his comment. You watched him look back at you. He smiled at you.

[sugardollcurse]

may i request any headcanons of the boys with an s/o who's a novelist (a paperback writerrrrr 📚📚)? like a professional, agatha christie / stephen king level of fame writer??

𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟

𐙚 note ; you’re feeding me gourmet with this one. I YEARN FOR THIS TO BE ME!! anyway here’s your big fat author/beatle brainrot platter xx

𓆩🕊️ john 𓆪

"You’re fucked in the head, love. Proper bent. It’s brilliant. No, I mean it!"

He reads everything you write.

Not always in the right order. Not always fully awake. Often drunk.

But he reads it and then won’t stop quoting you at breakfast like

“Y’wrote, ‘her mouth bloomed red as a crushed hibiscus.’ What the fuck’s a hibiscus?"

Calls your books “brain films.” Always pestering you to explain the weird bits, then getting mad when you do.

“Ugh no, don’t say it was metaphorical! It’s better when it’s fuckin’ spooky!”

Doodles potential book covers for you. Usually gruesome or obscene.

You’re like “this is a love story, John.”

He’s like “yeah, and love is fucked, so here’s a bleeding heart on fire.”

If someone ever disses your work in the press, he will threaten to mail them dogshit.

Did it once. He’s not proud, but he’s not sorry.

Tells people you’re smarter than him. Brags about it.

“They've got the brain, I’m just the dickhead with a guitar.”

He means it. Loves it.

𓆩🕊️ paul 𓆪

"Y’know, I told John... I told him, you've got that mad brain. Mad in a good way. Real twisty. It’s lovely, isn’t it?

He absolutely carries your books around with the title facing out like a proud mum with a school prize ribbon.

Always in his jacket pocket, signed of course, and he’s probably asked you to dedicate one to Paul, who gets to hear the saucy bits first.

Reads your work out loud to himself, dramatic voices and all. Adds his own little sound effects.

"BANG! And then she bloody caved his head in-oh, love, this bit’s ace.”

Calls you “me little paperback writer” constantly.

Never your name anymore. Even on the post-it notes he leaves on the kettle.

Will not shut up about you in interviews.

If you’re doing a signing, he will be there in sunglasses and a hat, pretending to be some rando fan, then causing a scene like,

“Oi! I shagged the author!”

Smug bastard.

Can’t stop smirking whenever he sees someone reading your book on the tube.

Has a whole catalogued mental list of all the weirdest places he’s caught someone flipping your pages.

𓆩🕊️ george 𓆪

"I think it’s dead great, y’know, that you do all that with words. All that twisty mind stuff.

Devours your work. Reads slowly, thoughtfully, with a pencil in hand like he’s going to take notes on every metaphor.

His copies are dog-eared, underlined, highlighted.

Brings your books to the studio. Not for clout, just to have you close.

Opens to a favourite passage when he’s stuck on a lyric.

Says your writing is like music.

“It’s got rhythm, y’know? I can hear it.”

Likes watching you work. Sits across the room and just stares at you for hours while you’re typing.

You’re like “can I help you?” and he’s just smiling, shaking his head. “You’re making a whole world in there.”

He’s quiet about his pride but fierce. If someone talks over you in a panel or interview, he’ll pull them aside later and say things.

Very softly. Very firmly. They don’t do it again.

Asks thoughtful questions. Wants to know where your ideas come from.

Begs to write the score if one of your novels gets adapted into a film.

Gets way too into it.

Ruffles your hair after you meet a deadline. Calls you “my little storyteller” when you’re half-asleep on his chest. Makes you feel mythical.

𓆩🕊️ ringo 𓆪

"I dunno how y’do it, love. I can barely write a postcard. And there you are makin’ murder mysteries with Latin quotes. Fuckin’ hell."

Ringo’s your biggest hype man.

Brings your books everywhere.

Bar. Plane. Dentist.

He reads slow but with real heart.

Laughs out loud when something’s funny.

Gasps when a character dies.

He’s just really dramatic about it, basically.

Asks if he’s ever gonna be in one. “Y’could kill me off! I’d like that. Poisoned by me own drumsticks. Classic.”

Keeps your headshot from the back of your book on the fridge.

Kissed the corner once and claimed it was a joke. It wasn’t.

Once tried to write a page of his own as a surprise. It was mostly swear words and a lot of spelling errors. You loved it anyway.

If you ever have a book tour, he comes to every event he can.

Front row.

Buys his own copy from the shop like a fanboy.

His favourite thing is when you read him drafts at night. Lies in bed, hands behind his head, eyes half-closed. “Tell me a story, love.”

Thinks you’re a genius. Like, genuinely.

Makes it sound like the highest compliment in the world.

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[one-sunny]

Hii!! I see that your reqs are open, if you're ok with this, maybe a fic with Ace where f!reader also has the same issues (self loathing, family issues) but he doesn't know until reader faces an old enemy from before she became a wb pirate/or just straight up tells Ace while she's comforting him. I rly love "we can be monsters tgt/us against the world" tropes, idk if it's the same bc it's just their insecurities talking but it works ig 😭

Tysm! You're one of my new fav writers rn <3 i love your fics esp since Ace & Sanji (+ Law, Zoro) are my favs too hahaha

We Can Be Monsters Together

Portgas D. Ace x Reader

warnings: reader gets beat up (lol sorry anon), self loathing, anxiety, fighting, hurt/comfort, family issues

Masterlist

You were almost certain that your navigator would have your head with the way you hung over them, watching their every move. Trying to ensure the triad log post would lead you to where you need to go. That you would simply breeze past the island you were well aware was closest.

On edge.

It was the only way you could be described and you were starting to get on your own nerves. Yet, there was no stopping it. Not when your childhood home was so close. When your so called family was so close to your new family. The true family that cared for you. That you finally experienced home with for the first time ever.

But your luck was null and void as an uptick in activity bursts through the crew. Shouting. Working hands. Word of docking.

Panic sparks inside of you as you watch the flurry of motion. Then your eyes land on the Second Division Commander shouting out to the crew. “Ace!” You’re reaching out to him before you can stop yourself. His boots skid to a stop and meet your wild eyes. “What’s going on? What are we doing?”

“We intercepted a distress signal.” Ace informs you, placing a warm hand on your shoulder in attempt to comfort. “Pop wants to check it out.” He then leans in closer to you, warmth overwhelming, to speak low in your ear. “He heard mention of this crew he used to have it out with. So we may need to get ready for a fight.”

Your heart is in your throat as you slowly nod.

Maybe you could get away with staying on the ship? Away from the action. Away from the island.

But one thing you have learned is that the Second Division Commander likes for you to be close by his side when docking at a new island. It’s an adventure, he would always reason. You’re too fun to stay cooped up on the ship.

Normally this would send a fluttering through your body and short circuit your system. Not today, when you know what dangers this island in particular held.

You’re almost certain your heart stopped beating the moment your feet hit solid ground. You go through the motions with your crew. Reluctantly. Pushed forwards by the eager commander who always enjoyed a fight. Until suddenly you see him.

The ruler of this island. A feared pirate of the new world. Your father.

He doesn’t seem aware of your presence, not when fire distracts from the crew. Not when a line of Whitebeard pirates stand on his land. Not with Whitebeard himself approaches.

But your brother does.

A wicked grin on his face.

One that would haunt your nightmares. The face of a monster. A face that you shared, because you too are a monster. It was your bloodline. Something to be squashed. It almost stole the breath from your lungs in that moment.

Shouting rings from both sides, both leaders, but you can’t make anything out with the blood rushing in your ears.

Then suddenly tremors shake the land.

And your crew is charging.

You’re off. So incredibly off that it could cost you your life. Even more so, as a man leaps effortlessly over your fighting crew to land directly in your space. A wicked grin and wild eyes that haunted your childhood. Your very own brother.

“Nice of you to finally come home.”

“I’ll never come back to this.”

“You will, even if it’s to be buried here.” He speaks the words so assuredly. Then a sword is swinging towards your head, leaving you only a split second to react. The impact of his blade against yours leaves you stumbling back. Maybe you could take it on a good day… this was anything but.

Another swing slices into your bicep, pain shooting through your arm as your sleeve adopts an easy crimson red. The eyes on you are wicked. Years of trauma being thrust into the forefront of your mind. A reminder of every way in which your family is wicked. In which your bloodline was tainted.

That distraction keeps you from blocking a blow that would have been fatal, had you not been met with the blunt side of the sword. However, it does not diminish the pain that forces you onto your knees. Another blow to your face- a ring clad fist- has you flying to your back. You would be lucky if the family crest wasn’t indented into your skin from his obnoxious ring.

Three more harsh hits follow. Blood trickles from your nose to stain your senses metallic. It was more than likely broken. Your eye may end up swollen shut as well. That is, if you stay alive long enough for any of that.

A cool blade presses to your throat.

A fist curls into your shirt to pull you close to your brother’s face. Willing you to look him in the eyes. To have the face of hate be the last thing you see before you die. Pressure stings at your neck as a threatening force is pressed closer.

Then your mind is engulfed in flames. The pressure disappears. Your body slumps back to the hard ground as the hand is pulled from your collar. Heat surrounds you and while many would find it threatening, it was all too familiar.

Your body sinks into that heat. Allows it to carry you wherever it pleases. If the flames are what take you instead of your family, then so be it.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” The words crackle. You debate for a moment if it is your mind playing tricks. “I’ve got you now, doll.” The words play on repeat. A certain level of concern that clouds the reassurances, but where they should be muddied, you finally are able to see clear. Gone was the wicked smile that haunted you, now replaced by a warm light. “Hey, hey, you with me?”

Your head is tilted by a delicate grip that squeezes your cheeks. Ace peers down at you, impossibly close, tipping your head side to side in effort to test something. What? You’re not sure, but it’s giving you a headache. Instead of words, a groan leaves your lips, and you shakily swat at his hand.

“You are awake.” A relieved breath fans over your face.

“Unfortunately.” You mutter to yourself as you sit up with the delicate guidance of Ace. Your head swims as you take in the sight of the deck, back safely on your ship.

“Don’t say that, I was worried about you.” There’s a furrow in his brow and his dark eyes are filled to the brim with concern. “That… What happened back there wasn’t normal.” Ace’s voice is low, gentle hands pulling up your sleeve to take a look at the deep gash. “That guy was fighting like he was trying to make a point, and I don’t mean towards Whitebeard or the crew.” Your head drops, shifting uncomfortably as a bandage was wrapped around your arm. Something temporary until Marco or the others show up.

Emotions threaten to spill over, but something told you that if anyone could understand the situation, it was Ace. “That, uh, that was my brother.”

Silence hangs in the air for a long moment as Ace stares back at you. “I didn’t know you had a brother.”

A laugh leaves you in spite of the situation. “Not all of us have brothers to brag about.” You nudge his arm from his place sat beside of you on the deck. “Some of us want to forget where we come from.”

“Well, that I do understand.” Ace lets out a breathy laugh, full of unspoken emotions. “Marco told me about them- your, uh, family. About the stuff they did to this island and the people who lived here.”

“Yeah.” A heaviness hangs in the air and something about Ace’s presence made you want to spill it all out. “That’s why I left, to find a fresh start. I didn’t think Pops knew who I was, but…”

“But he knew.” Ace laughs to himself. “He always knows.”

You laugh as well. “He didn’t care about whatever beef he had with those people, or how everyone said my bloodline was tainted-“

“He brought you in and loved you anyways.” Ace finishes for you. His eyes fall to you, a deep understanding in them. Ace had never told you his lineage himself, but you were well aware of the blood in his veins. You never cared. “Told you that you deserved to live, even when everyone else was telling you that the world would be better without you in it.”

“The world has always said i’m a monster.”

“It does that.” He laughs, reaching a hand out to take yours, fingers lacing together. Gentle. Warm. “We can be monsters together, then.” Ace decisively declares, offering you a smile that could warm the cool night air. “And together, we can make sure that a man deserving, one that saved us both, can become King of the Pirates.”

Your eyes meet his and the gentle understanding sparks something in the air. Something that draws you even closer to Ace’s side, allowing your heavy head to fall on his shoulder. His warmth envelopes you. “Together.” You agree as your eyes flutter shut. Exhaustion weighs on you.

“Hey, you gotta stay awake for me, okay?”

“I’m tired.” You murmur, sinking further into the heat of his body.

“I know you are.” Ace gently coaxes you to sit up on your own, met with your groaned protests, yet his hand remains gripped in your own. “But, you have to wait for Marco, doll. You could have a concussion or something so no sleeping.”

You scoff, “That’s boring.” As you exaggeratedly roll your eyes at him, you feel a prickle of pain shoot through your head. “Ow.” Your eyes squeeze shut, palm pressed to your forehead.

“See what I mean.”

“I need to lay down.” You feel like you’re swaying.

Ace watches you closely, a strike of anxiety in his chest at the idea of you falling asleep right now. “I dunno.” You can hear the reluctance in his voice. Something akin to fear.

“Ace please.” You huff, scooting closer to him to assume your previous position, head leaning against his shoulder. His entire body is tense and he makes a strangled sound in his throat as you invade his personal space. “I’ll keep talking, to let you know i’m awake. Just let me lean on you. Please.”

Ace clears his throat, tense muscles easing and allowing you to move closer into his side. “Fine,” He murmurs, his arm coming to circle around you and help support your weight. “But if you wanted to get this close, you could have just told me. Didn’t have to go through all these lengths for me.” The joke comes out a bit strained, Ace’s way of coping.

“Shut up, Fire Fist.” A nervous laugh bubbles out of you. Then, you begin talking, or rambling really. About anything and everything to offer him peace of mind that you’re staying awake. Eventually, you breach the topic of your family, of the deep seated hatred that the world holds for them. That you hold for them.

Yet, none of that seemed to matter anymore.

Not when you had someone at your side, who you could be a monster with.

[jelloapocalypse]

I admittedly haven't watched your stream playthrough of TGAA games, mostly because I was playing through them with my fiancé very slowly, but we just finished them and I was curious what your opinion on them was? My fiancé and I enjoyed them but we both felt like they were pretty... Tame, compared to mainline AA. Like, there wasn't really any insane twists that shook the characters to their cores, everything wrapped up so neatly for everyone, it felt too easy, in a way? Also the big bad was wayyyyy too predictable.

I'd recommend checking out these amazing animatics that Infamouslydorky did of our playthrough!

My feelings re: The Great Ace Attorney games are sort of complicated, so this answer's going to be kind of long. I'll keep it spoiler-free, though.

I think they have the best main cast of any AA game. The music, character designs, and quality of life are basically the best they've ever been. That's really cool. I really love a lot of the one-off characters too. Enoch Drebber, Pat and Rollie, and the little plague mask coroner girl are huge stand-outs for me.

However, I think Shu Takumi has a lot of... foibles as a writer, and the way they manifest in these games is more evident and more obnoxious than basically anything else he's ever made.

I've played every game he's ever made and I can tell you that Shu Takumi writes the mysteries and twists in his stories first before anything else. I think he has a great sense of when he wants the twists to hit for the audience and he's great at figuring out where a twist will hit in a case... but he's remarkably bad at making character motivations match up to the story he's trying to tell.

In particular, he's awful at giving characters reasons not to tell each other things. 90% of a time your protagonist in a Shu Takumi game will ask a completely reasonable question to an ally, and the ally will avoid answering simply because it's not time for the player to know the answer yet. This is an issue in every game he's ever made. Even his best game Ghost Tric, is plagued by this. i.e. The way Lynne refuses to tell you her goals even though you're a literal ghost who's saved her life 3+ times in the same evening. Like, what do you have to lose, Lynne? Do you think this ghost is going to leak your goals to the police? No, it's just in service of delaying information so the player gets that information when it really hits. My friend circle has some to refer to characters in video games not telling you information for no reason as "Shu Takumi-ing".

Because most AA games are really silly, this isn't usually a gamebreaking issue. Why isn't your ally telling you information that would allow you to help them? Well, they're stupid, that's why. This is a game where you get possessed by dead people to get evidence and cross-examine a parrot. It's not serious. Everyone's a little bit on the stupid spectrum.

That's not really the case with TGAA. The games still have silly moments, but the characters are very explicitly smart. Kazuma is meant to be a legal prodigy on an exchange program. Susato is incredibly well-read and her father is a well-traveled and well-respected man of the law himself. Iris is a genius. Sholmes is whacky, but he's supposed to be cannier than he lets on.

Because of that, it's really noticeable when Shu Takumi doesn't know how to delay information or elegantly set up an interpersonal conflict. His fallback is always to have a character drink The Stupid Juice. For Case X, this character is suddenly stupid and does stuff they'd never do. For Case Y, it's someone else.

When you're dealing with Larry Butz and Lotta Hart, you come to expect that sort of thing. The inconsistency is part of their character. But when Susato can't identify her own father sleeping on the couch because... I dunno, I guess she landed on her head when she fell out of bed this morning, what the hell are we doing here, gang? Why are we doing this? Some people in our chat were like "This is a joke". I don't know. Is it? it really a joke if it takes 20 minutes of real gameplay to SOLVE THE MYSTERY instead of walking over and look at him, like any rational person would do?

I also can't go into too many details about this without spoiling things, but I really really hate the core overarching plot of this duology. I would bet almost all the money in my bank account that Shu Takumi didn't have the details of the second game 100% ironed out by the time he wrote the first. They don't lead into each other at all and so many characters' actions need to be unfathomably stupid for everything to work out the way it does. It kind of makes me retroactively dislike a lot of the cast. Especially Sholmes.

Also the assistant Van Zieks gets in the 2nd game is unfathomably bad. Everything about that setup and how that character acts is my least favorite thing about the game and maybe my least favorite thing that ever happens in the entire franchise. It makes me SO angry.

The games are still pretty good though.

[emrikae]

aot cast modern au jobs in my head:

eren: cybersecurity specialist. i feel like erens one of those kids that suck in subjects like lang-lit or fucking geography but have an impressive talent in anything techi. i think growing up eren was a competitive gamer and i imagine him being pretty rich in the sense where doctor daddy grisha and also big bro zeke are always spoiling his brat ass with the latest technology. he gets so good, he initially goes into uni wanting to become a game designer but after a brief fallout with his dad when he dropped out and eventually had his allowance cut (a period where i think eren dips into underground hacking and also modelling?) he falls upon the sexy salary in cybersecurity (and saw how thrilling- and damn easy !for him! - the job is) he changed course. i think eren eventually builds his own successful company and becomes one of those rich folks who say that school aint shit.

mikasa: president of a major sports team. mikasa takes over pretty young (like early 30s) after old uncle kenny was involved in some ‘reiss scandal’. initially mikasa was labelled ‘princess’ (derogatory) by dumb angry hooligans who thought a woman would curse their current standing, jokes on them cus that same season the club broke their 20 year curse by reaching the championships. i also think old pictures of gothkasa gets leaked on the internet but it only brought her more praise. but i actually dont think mikasa stays in this job for very long, shes always wanted a quiet simple form of income anyway so when her baby brother comes of right age and maturity she passes the baton to him and lays back as just a shareholder before shes even 40. i also believe mikasa in another universe wouldve loved to be an archivist.

armin: celebrity marine biologist/activist that went viral online during lockdown. he gets his own fanbase and is termed ‘biologist bae’ cus of his cute looks. a tv producer who fell into his corner pretty much fell in love with him after seeing armin deliver a spiel about endangered dugongs. invites him to a bunch of talk shows and the viewership goes so high (a large portion of it being teenage fangirls who want to ‘save the ocean’ too!) he manages to score his own show where he eventually meets his future wife.

annie: senior tv writer who got with armin after working with him on his show. she usually works on sporty reality shows and competitions even though shes a big time introvert. known for her sharp dont fuck with me work ethic, annie gags at how easily she fell into ‘biologist baes’ charm, hates how shes just like the 14 year old fangirls who try to sneak into their shoots. but anyways, annies the ace at her job been going hard for about 15 years but ultimately decides to retire early after having her second child and really liking how ‘biologist bae’ was making enough dough for the whole family.

sasha: influencer cus shes so pretty and fun. was a design major so all her vids have a ‘aesthetic’. now she prettily promotes lifestyle hacks for all the girlies. she also has a set of vids called “what my chef husband cooked for me today” . i think also further on she ends up being one of those moms who shoots vlogs and reviews with their kids.

jean: jeans a classy guy with artistic talents so i imagine him being a successful automotive designer for a luxurious car company. a mommas boy, he used his first fat pay-check to buy his mom a sleek ride thats a little too fast for someone her age. dudes insta page is what you’d expect from a posh car enthusiast with flashy posts of either him, his car, his mom or all 3.

connie: real estate party man. he really climbed his way up and becomes a man of many stories, friends with everyone and plenty of connections. the old hustle got him familiar with the best locations in the city, and now with his excellent salesmanship dude manages to sell at least 3 huge properties a week. i also feel like connies one of those dudes to finally settle down in his 40s -50s (with someone half his age).

historia: i believe queenbee was made for wedding planning. she has her own company before her first job ever but damn is she good at it. being brought up filthy rich, historia is familiar with the highest quality of things, knows whats on the market that only the small percentage of rich people know and will get clients their dream wedding to a t. moreover, she also loves to play cupid (canon!) and is always up to planning her friends weddings (and baby showers, and birthdays parties, and…)

ymir: i imagine ymir being on the board of directors for a bunch of ngos. she had a tough upbringing, was probably moved around from one home to another and could see how hard life is for anyone working at minimum wage. she grew up to be a little spitfire in school, hadnt taken it seriously until she reached senior year and bonded with a school staff named Ms Ymir Fritz. With the wisdom and kindness she learnt from her old teacher, ymir wanted to pay it forward and decided to make a living helping those in need.

reiner: idk why, but i feel like reiners a softie at heart and i imagine him having a nice cozy candy shop. probably fighting old childhood demons and the parental neglect he faced, his cute little shop comes as part of his healing journey to compensate what he missed out on in his youth. its sweet (but a little heartbreaking) that reiners favourite part about his job is getting to witness and be a part of the joy that emerges between families when they enter his shop.

bertholdt: a nurse just cus i think bertholdt would know how to be gentle with the patients. hes got a soft way of speaking that makes vulnerable people feel safe and comfortable. hes also wildly knowledgeable in flexibility and keeping your muscles in good shape that he conducts morning stretches and sometimes yoga in one of their recreational halls.

[satsuha]

not sure if you would agree but sometimes the ace attorney fandom feels like the Shu Takumi fandom, especially since all the games he is head writer on get a lot of praise, with people quickly brushing aside the flaws in the games he worked on or outright making up excuses, such as claiming he was drunk writing turnabout big top but totally sober writing every other case in the 2nd game because"they're good".

Meanwhile the fandom is very harsh towards the games with Takeshi Yamazaki as head writer, only focusing on their flaws, which aren't always flaws and claiming he "ruined ace attorney" or that the games he's head writer on "aren't canon".

Only expections seem to be AA4 and AAI2, but AA4 is overall loved a lot more than the other two Apollo Justice trilogy games and AAI2 has a more niche fanbase, due to only recently being localised, so I worry that game will get more hate because of how harsh people are to AAI1.

oh yeah i totally agree and like, i get it. as someone who got into ace attorney because of how much i liked ghost trick, i get it... but it is absolutely true that fans tend to put takumi on way too much of a pedestal. my personal feelings on the games takumi has worked on are extremely mixed (i think aa3 is amazing but i really did not like tgaa at all), as are my feelings with the games yamazaki directed (aa5 and aa6 are what i would consider my least and most favourite in the main series, while i like the aai games), so they're kinda equal in my book lol

it's ridiculous to me because takumi himself really REALLY likes turnabout big top (source) enough to call it one of his favourite cases so...? those fans would be straight up putting words in his mouth. it's a case i really enjoyed as well, and it's a downright shame that people can't look past a few gripes to just enjoy the case for what it is. i think the berry big circus' return in aai2 shows how well liked it is amongst both the dev team and the japanese fan base (famitsu poll where big top ranked #7 in "most memorable case" and one of the cases mentioned under "did you cry during any of the games", and max ranked #5 under favourite defendants)

i know i said takumi and yamazaki are equal to me right above but in terms of personal preference i would actually pick yamazaki, simply because he's the type of writer who clearly cares so much about his protagonists and the story they have to tell, and the journey they go on. takumi and yamazaki are nearly opposites in this regard if you ask me, with takumi saying phoenix ended up subconsciously being a bit of a self insert (source) while yamazaki tends to lean in much harder on what makes the protagonists unique. i like phoenix well enough but i think all of takumi's games are similar in that the protagonist (playable character) is never really the main character in the stories the games are telling - the one criticism people seem to have about aa4 is how much apollo is a bystander in phoenix and kristoph's story, but in my opinion all of takumi's games are like this, even ghost trick. i hesitate to call it a flaw because it feels very intentional to me and clearly some people like how it worked out with phoenix in aa1-3 and ryunosuke, but if i'm going to spend the whole game with a character and seeing all their thoughts i'd much rather the character have really strong personality traits that shine through in their dialogue/thoughts. this is what i really enjoyed about aai - edgeworth has a really strong personality and getting to see his thoughts was already really fun in aa3-5 and the investigations games were just more of that imo. it's also why i like aa6 and not aa5 - while apollo doesn't "spoil" anything for the player in his thoughts during 6-2, it made a lot more sense for him to be doing that with nahyuta as opposed to his relationship with clay. it's also why aa6-5 is one of my favourite cases... getting to play through that story through apollo's eyes was just. really really good.

but i really hope aai2 doesn't go down this same path... before playing it i already knew it was a lot of peoples' favourite aa game, and unlike tgaa it really did not disappoint for me... i understand that changing scenario writers mid-series can be rough, and i think capcom's insistence and reliance on keeping phoenix in the spotlight throughout the aj trilogy plays a big part in making the transition feel worse, but i just wish people could see yamazaki's writing for its strengths, like they do with takumi

[momentomorix]

Summary: You wanted to forget JJ Maybank, but maybe that will have to wait for another time.

Warnings: None

Writers notes: English is not my native language; please excuse me if there are any mistakes or poor translations. JJ Maybank x Reader Partie 1 Partie 2 Partie 3 Partie 4 Partie 5 Partie 6 Partie 7 Partie 8 (final)

The days went by, the distance growing, and your mind slowly quieted. You made yourself more discreet at the Castle, still showing up after a few days away just enough so they wouldn’t forget you completely. You’d asked to work extra hours at the café, often covering for coworkers who wanted time off.

You needed the money, and you needed an excuse to explain why you couldn’t be around as much anymore. Everyone believed it—because it made sense. After all, they were also finding side jobs to get by, since Sarah refused to use her family’s money to live on. John B wouldn’t have allowed it anyway. Pope had aced his interview and was starting school in the fall, Kiara still worked at her dad’s restaurant while beginning her studies in biology, and JJ… well, he was JJ. He was convinced he’d never make anything of his life, just like his pathetic father—but he masked the fear that it might be true with humor. You’d told him more than once he should get into mechanics—nothing ever resisted him when it came to fixing an engine or bringing a dead boat back to life. He’d only half-listen, just to please you, but it was fear that gripped him. Fear of a future he couldn’t picture.

You’d seen him with that redhead girl once, changed your bike route to avoid him—but he always saw you. He called you several times, telling you you’d almost run into each other, that he wished you’d shared that ice cream too, or telling you about the latest wave that nearly drowned him. You answered maybe one out of four calls, always hanging up quickly, pretending you were busy. Not answering hadn’t been a smart move—you knew it would annoy him, maybe even worry him, and that he’d end up forcing his way in like he always did. That’s why it wasn’t surprising to see him slip into your room at the end of the day, just as you were finishing a dreamcatcher far too dark to ease anyone’s dreams.

‘Looks like you’re about to summon ravens with that thing,’ he said. You jumped at the sound of his voice, letting out a scared curse. He burst out laughing, not caring if you wanted him there, or if his presence was even welcome. He just invited himself in. As always.

‘What are you doing here?’ you muttered, annoyed that he was disturbing the sanctuary that was your room. String was everywhere, metal hoops covered your bed, glue oozed across your desk. It was a wreck, just like you—but it was yours. ‘You weren’t answering, so…’ ‘Yeah, sorry. I was busy with all this crap…’ You gestured toward the chaos—it was a good excuse—then went back to crafting your dreamcatcher, one too black to ever be properly appreciated, but you liked it. Last time at the market you hadn’t made enough, so you’d doubled the workload. He stepped closer to see what you were doing, not understanding how you had the patience for all these little things—even though, yeah, he had to admit, they were pretty. He still had the first one you’d ever made, hanging above his bed. It was clearly ugly, the glue showed and the cords were uneven, but he loved it for its flaws. It didn’t always work to keep the nightmares away, but it was enough to help him fall asleep. JJ lay down on your bed like it was an old habit, like it was normal, natural. The look you shot him made him take his feet off the sheets with a dramatic eye-roll. Arms behind his head, he looked around your room, searching for what felt off. Something had changed—he could feel it, like he was a stranger there now.

Then he frowned, noticing your little trinkets were gone, that some pictures had been moved or simply disappeared. Then he looked at you, focused on the hot glue binding two cords together, dripping onto your fingers without a flinch. But he knew it hurt—he’d burned himself once trying to help you. Your hair hid part of your face, but he could make out your parted lips, like always when you were concentrating, and the slight furrow in your brow because you were so precise. He knew you better than the rest of the group—because both of you had been dealt the same bad hand when it came to fathers. Yours loved you, but had failed most of his life at showing it. His didn’t love him—and made sure he always knew it. He could still feel the bruises from a few days ago. Sure, John B had a similar family story and grew up close with both of you, but it wasn’t the same. John B had never filled his head with filthy thoughts. ‘You changed your room,’ he said flatly. You weren’t going to deny it. You finished spreading the glue before pressing the cord to hold it in place, then looked at him. His beautiful blue eyes locked onto yours, searching for a response that wouldn’t confirm what he already knew. That something had changed. Even between the two of you. Because he could feel it—it was there. "Yeah, I just wanted a change." You looked over at your dresser, now stripped of the shared memories that once cluttered it, replaced by a stack of books you wanted to read and a half-finished cup of hot chocolate. "Trying to be more grown-up." He gave a crooked smile you didn’t see, having quickly looked away. JJ had never imagined anything could ever happen to your friendship—it was so solid. He had John B as his anchor, his best friend, his chosen brother even without sharing blood. Then there was you. He’d found you once punching some older guy, and you'd threatened him too—he'd offered you a pack of cookies in return. He’d always known you. Like a meeting that was meant to happen—to throw a little light into the dark tunnel he was in. But things had shifted. He’d seen the darkness you fell into at the start of your teenage years, and even though you were still that comet, he'd ended up convincing himself that maybe you were just a passing light.

Your friendship was stronger than stone. You made sure he got patched up after every fight, and he made sure you were still there every morning. You were his only constant—along with John B. Then came Pope. Then Kiara. "Will you be there tonight?"

He hadn’t meant to let hope slip into the question—but even he heard the pleading tone in his voice. You paused what you were doing for just a few seconds—enough for him to notice and for a flood of questions to rush in. What the hell was going on? "I’ll come by later, yeah… my dad should be home soon…"

He didn’t feel the chill settle in him at first, didn’t realize you were gently pushing him out just because your dad was coming back. How many nights had he spent here while your dad slept on the couch? How many times had you taken him in, bloodied and bruised, and asked for nothing? And now—you were hinting that he should go?

For once, JJ Maybank didn’t know what to say. No sarcastic comeback. No dumb joke to make you laugh. Breathless, he climbed out your window like he always did, only turning back once to tell you the party wouldn’t be at the chateau—it was happening at TannyHill. "Why?" You rubbed your hands over your face, already irritated by the idea of going there. It meant being surrounded by a bunch of Kooks, and even though things had settled a bit since Sarah started dating John B, everyone knew it only took one spark to set everything off again. Especially if Topper was drinking too much. He smiled because you had turned to him, meeting his gaze this time, your hair flying across your mouth. He smiled even wider when he saw you were still wearing his ring. "Country Club's throwing a party to celebrate some crap his dad sold. Apparently, we’re invited."

JJ didn’t really understand either why Sarah’s brother had told him to bring the Pogues, but he wasn’t going to say no to free booze and joints. He’d just have to behave himself—which was always easier said than done—for things to go smoothly. He and his big mouth would have to shut up for once.

"This is going to end badly." You could already feel it. There’d be a fight, some stupid mess that’d spiral out of control—because Kooks and Pogues didn’t mix. Like oil and water. A fucked-up combination.

"I’ll behave," he said with a wink, and you smiled despite yourself. Because it was fucking Maybank. Because even if you wanted to shake off all the emotional mess tied to him—he was still JJ. A pillar in your life.

And just like that, he felt like nothing had changed between you. Like you were still the girl who cared about him, even through his darkness. It didn’t last long, but it was enough to dull the sting inside him as he made his way back to the Castle.

Everything was fine. He was just imagining things. And yet, the change became real when they left the chateau without you—because you said you'd come later, promising you'd show up no matter what. Pope had silently raised an eyebrow. You were always on time—worse than him, and he hated being late. You'd always waited for each other before heading to the Kooks’, arriving like a loud, defiant herd to show you didn’t give a damn about the glitz and glam. You were a wild bunch, hair soaked in sea salt and sunshine—and you loved it. "Pope, what the hell are you doing?!"

John B’s voice cracked through the air as Pope looked up one last time toward the road behind them, still hoping to see you riding up on your bike, breathless, apologizing for the delay. But nothing. So he just walked toward the old Twinkie, slammed the door shut, and sat there, lost in thought. He could feel something had shifted too—but couldn’t place it. And for the guy who was usually the brain of your happy little crew, that only frustrated him more. On your end, you delayed the moment you'd have to put on that fake mask—staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to force a smile. You even practiced a few laughs—from high-pitched to deep and dry—and it was so pathetic, you gave up almost immediately. You’d never been the overly smiley type anyway—no one would question your usual stoic face.

You cursed under your breath when your black nail polish smudged, still tacky as you reached for your mascara before heading out. Headphones in, volume up, an old rock song in your ears—and just like that, you were off, walking to the Cameron estate. Your bike had stayed quietly in the garage. On foot, it would take longer. More time before stepping into hell.

When the manor finally came into view, you stopped dead on the sidewalk. The hesitation crept in. You saw lights flashing in every direction, silhouettes dancing on what wasn’t even a real dancefloor, the pool already taken over by half-naked bodies in swimsuits that left nothing to the imagination, and the smell of weed hanging thick in the air. You grimaced—you hated that stuff. You knew if you smoked it, you’d lose control, and that was simply not an option. "You're here!" The red-haired girl appeared in front of you, two red cups in her hands. Smiling—always smiling—and beautiful as ever, radiant in a way that mirrored JJ himself. That realization hit you a little harder than expected. They were alike, both of them. Smiling at everything, loud with joy—while you only knew how to be silence and sarcasm.

Still, you smiled at her. Because despite it all, she was a nice girl. It wasn’t her fault your hearts both beat for the same boy. You couldn’t hold that against her. It felt like a sudden clarity—you couldn’t hate this girl. You could only understand her. “What’s your name again?”

She smiled, a little relieved. She’d always felt some kind of coldness from you, and the fact that you were asking her name now meant something. You were letting her in. “Callie.” “Okay, Callie.” “I lost Sarah, and JJ’s already had too much to drink.” No surprise there. She knew his passion for anything that dulled the mess his life had become.

Callie grabbed your hand—spilling a bit of her drink onto your leg in the process—and pulled you along behind her, weaving through the crowd in search of your friends. You tensed at her touch but didn’t pull away. You had to dodge bodies in your path, endure the blaring music that grated your nerves, until finally, one of you appeared. Pope was standing in front of a makeshift gallery wall, eyeing a series of “artistic” photos, his cup still untouched. “This is crap,” you said after glancing at the display yourself. Black strokes crossing in every direction, dotted with pink flowers.

You tilted your head at the same time Pope did, trying to make some sense of it— And that’s when Sarah showed up. “It’s my stepmom’s.” Ah. That explained everything. “Anyone seen JJ?” John B walked up behind her. “He took the tequila and vanished.” “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Kiara groaned. She knew exactly what tequila did to JJ—how many versions of him it unleashed. “What’s it going to be this time?” “Last time, I managed to calm him down.” You looked at Callie, annoyed.Because usually, you were the one yanking the last shots from JJ’s hands. You were the one lecturing him while pressing a cold cloth to his forehead when he puked his guts out. Soothing him wasn’t the answer—the tough love worked better. But clearly, without realizing it, you had traded places with her. That’s when Pope noticed it—the shift. He didn’t say a word, just watched. But he didn’t miss a thing.

From the way your eyes flicked briefly to Callie, to the subtle change in your posture that screamed you wanted to leave. And then JJ appeared. Tipsy, but not as far gone as expected—knocking back the last of his drink in one quick gulp. His eyes were shining—the way they always did when he was having fun, when he finally managed to forget. And Pope saw it again—this time, even clearer. You stepped aside when JJ came over to the group. You, who usually stood right next to him. You crossed your arms, barely listening to what he was saying, your eyes scanning the rest of the party.

That’s when Pope understood. You were in love with JJ. And he couldn’t help but feel for you. He knew what unrequited feelings felt like. He’d gone through it with Kiara. Sure, he came out the other side all right—realizing their friendship meant more than anything romantic, and their separation had been soft, almost easy.

But when he saw your gaze darken just a little more— He hurt for you. “I’m gonna find something to drink,” you said, turning away before anyone could stop you. Your friends halfheartedly wished you good luck—because short of water, there wasn’t going to be much “soft” around here. Maybe, if you were lucky, a forgotten bottle of Coke that hadn’t already been tainted with whiskey.

Pope followed you with his eyes. So did JJ, from beneath the messy blond strands barely held back by his cap. The alcohol made him more aware—his body pulsing strangely with a feeling he couldn’t name. The sensation that you were slipping away.

He poured himself another drink. To forget. Again. Always.

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