#ace x reader

[eirasera]

Ace in love with you, wasn’t exactly what you expected. But somehow, you grew used to it anyway.

You got used to the love letters he left when you were going to be apart for a while.

Or rather — the pile of half charred confessions that always smelled like smoke.

That’s what made them very Ace letters. He’d get so excited writing down how much he loved you that he’d accidentally set the paper on fire. And honestly, you never had the heart to complain.

You got used to him eating and talking at the same time, food stuffed in his mouth as he rambled.

“Ace! Chew with your mouth closed — talk after you swallow!”

He’d just grin, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, go quiet for a second… then shove more food into his mouth and continue just as loudly.

It became no surprise that after clearing his plate, he’d glance at yours with those hopeful eyes, silently begging you to say you were full.

And sometimes — even when you weren’t —you’d lie. You’d push the plate toward him just to see that excited, childlike joy light up his face again. Watching him eat like that warmed your heart more than any meal ever could.

You got used to the late night talks when it was cold. You’d curl up beside him, letting his hands warm your body as you spoke excitedly about your plans for the next island you’d dock at, your dream date, your little ideas and stories.

Only to glance over and realize he’d fallen asleep mid-conversation.

You were always this close to shaking him awake. But one look at that peaceful, soft smile — and the frustration melted.

His excuse?

“I just feel so comfortable with you… my eyes get heavy,” he’d say with a lazy grin.

You got used to how competitive he was. How stubborn he could get. Even over playfights.

A pillow fight? He’d swing like it was a final battle, feathers flying until the pillows became more stuffing than fabric.

Tickling? He’d keep going until you were breathless, clutching your stomach and crying from laughter while he shouted some ridiculous victory line.

You got used to how he flirted with you —constantly, shamelessly — but the second you flirted back more boldly, he’d go redder than his flames.

Ears flushed, eyes wide, trying so hard to play it cool as he muttered a flustered, “Shut up…” whenever you teased him for it.

But what you could never quite get used to?

The casual touches.

How he’d drape an arm around you while talking to someone else. How he’d absentmindedly stroke your hair while zoning out, completely unaware of how much it made your heart flutter. It was second nature to him — but for you, it was utterly distracting. Every single time.

You got used to it all. Every side of Ace. Every little quirk. Every flame, every fault, every fire sparked affection.

And most importantly — You fell in love with every single detail of him.

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No matter what was going on or what he was wearing, Luffy always looked good— whether that be ‘cute’, ‘hot’, ‘handsome’, ‘pretty’ or some other flattering adjective— he was a looker. End of story. But you couldn’t help but especially love when his straw hat wasn’t on his head; watching his hair rest over his forehead or rustle with the wind always had you staring. It was an absolute pleasure to run your fingers through his black tresses to feel the softness, running your nails along his scalp to make him shiver with tingles and sigh in content. The first time, he fell asleep in your lap within seconds. He’d woken up with a plea to do it some more so he could actually bask in the feeling and from then on it was something he actively sought out. It felt so good, soothing, relaxing…whether it was just a passing ruffle or hours worth of head massaging, he adored it, and he adored you.

How could you not want to grab Sanji’s waist? He was the perfect prince charming with such a lean figure and a subtle hourglass cinch to his waist that was worth drooling over. And drool you did because goddamn, did your boyfriend deserve someone to lavish him with heart eyes and attention. You loooove to come up behind him and grip his waist, either resting there or giving it a good squeeze; it’s usually followed with a kiss anywhere you can reach, or kisses everywhere you can reach. The first time it ever happened, his nose bled like a popped vessel and he melted into your arms. Practically begged you to not let go. The action has him forever smiling and blushing, giving you reciprocal heart eyes (though that’s typical behavior when he’s around you anyway). His own hands will find yours, rubbing over your knuckles so intimate and sweet, voice a soft murmur as he gives you an adoring little ‘hi’ followed by whatever french nickname he has for you at that moment. 

Zoro worked hard to obtain his level of strength and physique. You thought that dedication needed some praise: and no praise was better than feeling up those biceps. It was damn near a ritual when you slid your hands up his tanned arms, fingers dipping under the sleeves of the shirt he had on, curling around the defined and bulging muscle. Sometimes you squeezed once, sometimes you squeezed a few more, sometimes you let your nails gently sink into the skin before easing up. His ears turned red the very first time it happened, wide eyed and stunned, before he gave you his usual smirk. He’s so fucking smug when you do it now, lazy and lidded eyes watching, murmurs like ‘yeah? Like that flex?’ and other similar comments escaping him. He eats your admiration UP— but he’ll also let you see those genuine smiles and bashful looks every once in a while.  

It’s your boyfriend’s fault for never wearing a shirt, and the rare times he does, Ace still has it open to show his toned chest. So, really, in your defensive opinion: he’s basically inviting you to feel him up. Which you do. Gladly. Anywhere, anytime— you slide your hands up and down his skin lazily, fingers mapping out the lines of muscles, entirely unabashed. When you first did so, he caught fire. Literally: hair ablaze, flames licking up his shoulders and blazing from his palms. He likes it a lot, maybe too much. Having you so open with your affection— your admiration, your infatuation, it’s so intoxicating in the best way. He feels so loved and seen. Even if he expects it now, he still gets all fuzzy inside and giddy, cheeks always coloring a pretty pink, but he also gives you a big grin and that lovely laugh of his. 

Honestly, Sabo didn’t think anything of his looks most of the time. He knew he was considered fairly handsome and the scar over his left eye had never bothered him. But you? Ohhhhoho, you worship that man like the pretty thing he is. During quiet moments and/or downtime, your hands always- at least once in those time periods- find his handsome face; thumbs rubbing his cheeks, pointer finger mapping out all his features, grip gently curling around his jaw, tracing along his scar. He had a windows shut down moment and a whole system reboot when you first did so, stammering nonsense and staring dumbly. Now, there’s always an infatuated smile and a twinkle in his eyes to boot. He can’t get enough of the way you treat him, shown by his honeyed and sometimes endearingly cheeky murmurs during. 

Your lovely boyfriend works too much and too hard. Law wouldn't know what self care was if he was given the textbook definition and a drawn diagram. So you take it upon yourself to not only take care of him but to show him some love. Like clockwork, every time you see him hunched over his desk (which is a lot), your hands find his shoulders; fingers getting a comfortable grip, massaging them, working out knots and tension…when they relax to a point you’re pleased with- and him, based on his small sighs- you slide down to his back to either rub soothingly or work your thumbs over any sore muscles. He’d like to say he was composed when it first happened, but the truth was, he completely melted into a puddle. It’s fifty-fifty on if he’ll keep working while you do so or abandon it entirely, but he will quietly express his gratitude and love for you, either way.

[longer bonus] Kid’s prosthetic arm was a source of pride and determination. It made him stronger, made him want to continue to get stronger, and he didn’t really give it any other mind past that. Until you got a hold of him. You couldn't explain it, but lavishing your soft touches to the metal was a favorite pastime of yours, whether intentional or subconsciously. Your fingers barely press down as you run them over the dips and edges of the prosthetic. Gentle, even if he couldn’t feel it. The first time (rather, the first time he noticed you doing it), he almost jerked away, unused to such affections in the early stages of your relationship…The thought of it, though, was…nice. After battling with himself for weeks, one quiet night, he finally asked you to run the motions of your fingers over his right arm, so he could actually feel it. So when you were stroking the metal limb, he could think back to how it felt, and know exactly the care you were giving him. The way your fingers gently roamed his skin made him shiver and sigh, almost reluctant to show vulnerability, but doing it anyway because…it was you. He was big and strong, like a damn tank, yet you showed him a gentleness he would’ve never known, had he not fallen for you. It was special, even if he struggled to admit any of it aloud. So now every time your hand finds his prosthetic, he’ll give you a softer look if in private or one of his smug little smirks in front of the others. He can feel it, in his mind, and it makes his heart flutter every. time. 

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The Choices We Make | Masterlist

Started: 07.06.2025 Finished: Last Updated: 25.07.2025

Summary: One reckless night leads to the biggest and most unexpected change in your life. How will this affect your current life and how you and the charming stranger you met only once will manage to handle the bringing of a new life to this world together is a challenge yet to be discovered. Will you be able to make the right choices while battling your own demons? Who knows, all you must be worried about now is that your period is late...

Main characters: Portgas D Ace x Reader

Supporting characters: Marco, Thatch, Whitebeard, Luffy, Sabo, Nico Robin, Boa Hancock, Isuka

Description: Modern AU | Firefighter Baby Daddy!Ace

WARNINGS: english is not my first language, all characters are aged up, explicit language, 18+ only, contains explicit sexual themes and content, use of alcohol, slow burn, conflicted feelings, conflicted relationship, emotional distress, jealousy, suggestive themes, previous toxic relationships, mention of depression, mention of pregnancy, strangers to co-parents to lovers, mentions of a lot of anxiety, mentions of cheating, mentions of mental trauma, social anxiety (+ more warnings will be added if needed to)

Additional tags: Reader is super awkward and has social anxiety and low-self esteem but this changes (I don't want to spoil), Ace is emotional invalid when it comes to love, but this also changes (no spoilers)

Chapter I | Lucky you Chapter II | The Dot Chapter III | Miss me? Chapter IV | coming soon...

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Dating in a Dream - Ace Trappola

SUMMARY: What would his dream be like, exactly the same as in the original story, but with the small detail that he is dreaming that you two are dating?

CHARACTERS: Ace Trappola x Reader ♥️🦐

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda); Flirting; Kiss

WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7 and Ace’s dream (Eng Server)

WORD COUNT: 5.130 words 

COMMENTS: This was written as a companion piece to the original dream story, so the parts that are the same as the game are just summarized.

This one got long because a lot happened in Ace's dream.

I hope you enjoy ♥️

Dating in a Dream: Idia / Epel / Rook / Vil / Kalim / Jamil / Floyd / Jade / Azul / Jack / Ruggie / Leona / Deuce / Cater / (Ace) / ...

“Aether signal tracking successful.” Ortho announces. “We have arrived at the designated coordinates.”

You, Grim, Silver, Sebek, Ortho, Leona, Deuce, Cater and Idia’s tablet reach the next dream. Everyone was fine after the crossing. Cater even says he managed to make a video of the trip with his phone.

“Hey... Wait a minute.” Cater finally looks around to realize where you guys were. “Now that I'm looking around, this place is super gorgeous too! Look at that clear blue water and white sandy beach! Talk about 'cammable!” And he starts taking a bunch of pictures.

Sebek comments that the heat of that place is similar to that of Sunset Savanna in Leona and Ruggie's dreams. But Ace is not from Sunset Savanna, he is from the Queendom of Roses, like Deuce. And Ace is from the capital, which doesn't border the ocean. However this was definitely a beach and the ocean, which meant his dream wasn't set in his hometown. Everything indicated that it was some kind of Tropical Resort.

“Look, there are footprints over there in the sand.” Silver notices. “Judging by their size, they were left by someone with a physique similar to mine.”

“That could be Ace.” Deuce says. “Let's follow them.”

Following the footprints, you arrive at a beautiful beachfront bungalow.

“Hm? I see a house up ahead.” Sebek says. “Someone's standing out on the terrace. It's...”

“Ah, it's about time!” The person on the terrace shouts. “Hey! (Y/N), Grim! Deuce! Cater!” It's Ace, wearing a brightly colored shirt, a light-colored hat with a flower, and blue-tinted sunglasses. You also see the dreamer's silver bird around his head. “Took you all long enough to get here. Way to keep a guy waiting.”

“What's with that getup?!” Grim and Deuce say in unison. “You've got fruit draped over your shoulder!” Grim adds.

“How about YOU guys, huh?” Ace asks back. “Why're you all still in school clothes? And why are there so many of you?!” He looks at the other 4 people (and Idia's tablet) of your dream team. “I know I said you could invite other friends if you wanted, but geez... Ortho, and Leona, and people from Diasomnia? What kind of ensemble is this?”

“Well, you see...” Deuce starts trying to come up with an explain.

“What's all the commotion, Ace?” Riddle appears wearing a cropped shirt with a knot that shows his belly button, colored sunglasses and a straw hat with flowers. “I can understand some excitement, but you shouldn't get too carried away.”

“You're already beyond carried away!” Idia and Cater comment in unison, astonished at Riddle's outfit.

Ace said that was proper attire in the tropics and one must always respect local customs, this was Riddle's explanation for wearing those clothes. But he still asks Cater if it really looks strange. Cater replies that no, that it is totes adorbs!

“Oh hey, looks like you're all here.” Trey appears in a different outfit than Ace and Riddle. “This is a larger turnout that I expected, but the more the merrier when it comes to barbecues. I'll get the grill going.”

Ortho identifies Trey’s clothes as traditional Scalding Sands attire worn at their fireworks fest. Trey says that Cater convinced Kalim to load them that private beach and bungalow, and that he even threw in those nice clothes. It would be rude not to take him up on his hospitality. And speaking of those clothes, Trey asked why Cater wasn't wearing them too, since he had just changed his clothes before. Cater said he had changed his clothes so as not to dirty the ones Kalim gave them since they were made of such expensive material.

“There were plenty more outfits in the bungalow, in a lot of different sizes.” Ace says. “I'm feeling overheated just looking at you guys wearing school clothes. how about you all get changed too?”

“Don't mind if I do!” You say.

“Hey, don't get swept up in this.” Leona scolds you. “You herbivores have something else to do, remember?

“Something else to do, huh?” Trey says. “You're right about that, Leona. Changing shouldn't take priority over the feast! Good thing I decided to play it safe and bring lots of extra ingredients.”

“Hey, I never said－” Leona starts to complain.

“After all, it'd be a shame if there wasn't enough food to go around for a celebration.”

“...A celebration?”

“Really, Deuce? You brought them all here without filling them in?”

Deuce apologizes and says he forgot, so Riddle told Ace to explain.

“Man, if I gotta. We're on a vacation to celebrate all of us moving up a grade...” Ace says. “And to celebrate (Y/N) being able to travel freely between home and Twisted Wonderland!”

Everyone was surprised. Trey even asks why Cater was surprised, because that trip was his idea. Riddle tells you that the study group you held at Ramshackle Dorm seems to have paid off, and thanks to that everyone managed move up a grade with you. This and from what the headmage told them you can now travel between the two worlds at will, rather than having it be a one-way trip.

“It's truly a wonderful thing.” Riddle ends by saying.

“Yeah. I'm glad everything worked out nicely.” Trey agrees. “I remember how sad you guys would get every time the topic of (Y/N) going home come up. Especially you, Ace. But now we know why. Hah hah.”

“Yeah, yeah, you guys made enough fun of me already.” Ace sighs.

“True, but nothing compared to how much Cater messed with you.” Trey laughs.

“Huh? Me?” Cater didn't know what they were talking about, but he had to play along. “O-oh yeah! The way he tried to hide how much he really liked (Y/N) was so cute. How could I resist? Ha ha ha.”

“True. It was pretty obvious, wasn't it?” Trey adds.

“Was it?” Riddle wonders. “Am I truly that bad at perceiving these sorts of things? I genuinely thought they were just good, close friends.”

“I mean, they were.” Trey says. “That is usually how many romances begin, with a good friendship.”

“Yeah, exactly! There's nothing cuter than friends-to-lovers... wait.. what?” Cater asked, trying not to sound as surprised as he had the other times.

“Oh, c’mon!” Ace says. “It's no longer funny to make fun of someone with a crush when the two people are already dating. You said it yourself. Aww, well, it was fun while it lasted. You two make a totes adorbs couple, tho!” He says imitating Cater's way of speaking and voice.

“Wait." Ortho says. "If I'm understanding correctly, are you saying that Ace Trappola and (Y/N) are dating?”

“Yes, we are!” Ace himself was happy to answer. “Another reason to celebrate, right?”

There was silence.

“Okay, whoever wants to laugh goes to the other side of the island.” Ace says, sulking and with his arms crossed. “Go on, shu!”

Ortho, Idia and even Cater burst out laughing. Leona just chuckled, not really caring. Silver and Sebek had nothing to say. Deuce and Grim were shocked.

“Back to the main subject!” Riddle said in a loud and authoritative voice that made those who were laughing shut up and everyone pay attention to him. “Leona said we should prioritize our meal. But I still think a celebration like this calls for fitting attire. Deuce, you and the others should all head inside and get changed into proper tropical wear.”

“Good idea!” Trey says. “Riddle and I will head to the beach while you do that and get the food prep started.”

At that moment Cater offered himself, Silver, Leona and Idia to help Trey and Riddle. He tells the others in confidence that this way they can keep those two, who are most likely darkness, occupied and away from Ace while the people closest to him try to wake him up. They then leave with the fake Trey and Riddle while you and the other freshmen stay behind with Ace. You needed to find more inconsistencies between his dream and reality to wake him up.

Sebek and Ortho stayed behind while you, Deuce and Grim followed Ace into the bungolow, since you were the closest to him.

“The tropical shirts in the closet are all generally one-size-fits-all and a little oversizes, so just try on whatever you like.” Ace says. “Buuut for you~...” He holds your hand. “I have a special outfit all ready! Come with me~”

Ace takes you with him to a bedroom, leaving Deuce and Grim behind to, presumably, choose their clothes.

“Okay, for starters, we are NOT doing the matching clothes couple thing. So don't expect clothes like mine.”

“Thank goodness.” You say jokingly.

“Oi, c'mon! It's not that bad. But if you dislike my taste so much, then maybe I shouldn't give you the clothes I got for you. Go look for clothes with Deuce and Grim then.”

“Fine, fine, I'm sorry.” You say. “Now I'm curious. What did you get me?”

“Hmm... Nop. Now I don't wanna give it to you.” He smirks. “But if you really want those clothes, then try to find out where they are.”

You look under the bed, but there's nothing there.

“Ha ha ha ha! Nop. But warm.”

You get up and go to the closet. You open it, there are several clothes there, but...

“Nop. Too easy. Cold.”

You go back to the bed and open the drawers of one of the bedside tables.

“No~ But warmer.”

You take the sheets off the bed, but there's nothing underneath them.

“Hotter~”

You lift the cushions and underneath one of them are some folded clothes.

“Aaand now you've unmade our bed. If it's not comfortable later tonight, it's your fault.”

You unfold those clothes. It either is a beautiful and fresh dress, or shorts and a nice shirt, whatever you prefer. But one thing is certain, it was your style and you loved it.

“Yeah, what a shame I have bad taste, right? So maybe it's best to return this.”

He stretches out his arms to grab the clothes, but you stop him, hugging the clothes and turning your back to him. You play this for a while until he hugs you and pulls you to lie down on the bed with him. He even uses the low blow of tickling you.

“I'm so glad you can stay here.” He says as the laughter slowly dies down, but the smile remains. “I was so worried that if you went back home...” He caresses your face, so close to his. “I would never see you again... But hey, we've banged out a solution to all our problems, and everything's hunky-dory.”

His smile was so cute that you even felt hurt knowing the truth.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Ace asks you, still with a reassuring smile. “We're on vacation. Everything's fine.” And he gives you several little kisses on the cheek while hugging you. “Everything's fine...” He whispers again.

You can't resist hugging him back.

“Aww, don't tell me you got emotional because of the party? Heheh, it was a nice surprise, wasn't it? A shame it was Cater's idea. I can't take the credit now.”

You get up and sit on the bed. You needed to wake him up, no matter how much it might hurt you and him.

“Ace... I need you to remember... We haven't finished our finals yet. And we haven't wrapped up the whole Mickey investigation, either.”

“Huh?” He gets up and sits beside you. “Are you kidding? If we went on vacation when our exams weren't even over, my housewarden would have our heads. And what's this 'Mickey investigation'? I've never heard of it.”

“You know, Mickey. That... guy... I think he was some kind of mouse actually... who appeared in the Ramshackle mirror. You don't remember?”

“Why would I remember something I've literally never heard of before now?”

“But you were there when I told the others. You, Deuce, even Jack Ortho and Epel were there too. I showed you the photo in the the cafeteria.”

“The cafeteria...? Hrk!” The dream begins to distort as he remembers. “What was that? A dizzy spell hit me outta nowhere... am I getting heatstroke?”

Deuce, Grim and even Ortho and Sebek enter the room to see if you were okay.

“Hey, Ace is off-kilter already!” Grim says.

“Nice going.” Ortho says. “Now seal the deal!”

You cup Ace's face to make him look at you.

“Listen to me, Ace. This is a dream created by Malleus. With a spell that makes everything go well here.”

He pushes your hand away from his face and stands up quickly, with a forced smile.

“A dream created by Malleus? Ahaha Oh, come on, why’re you trying to prank me with that? Have you lost any bet to Deuce? Nobody's gonna buy a tale that tall.”

“(Y/N) is not lying.” Ortho says. “All of us here... Correction, everyone on Sage's Island. We were all caught in a magical disaster that Malleus triggered. Things here are as realistic as the real world, but we're inside an arcane realm created by Malleus Draconia. And because of that, you're currently having a lovely dream scrubbed of any unpleasantness.”

“Now YOU'RE getting in on the lie, Ortho? This isn't funny, you know.” He looks at you again. “Come on (Y/N), you're joking, right?”

“Our problems haven't been solved at all in reality.” You say. “Everyone's being kept asleep in the real world.”

“Dude, what is WRONG with all of you today? I can't believe my own partner is involved in this stupid thing.”

“What? You haven't told him yet?” Deuce asks.

“Told me WHAT NOW?” Ace was getting really annoyed.

“Ace...” You say with pity. “We are not dating. I didn't even know you liked me like that.”

“WHAT?! What are you talking about? I told you when... when... I... Ugh... Aaaugh!”

The dream twists violently as he remembers, or rather, doesn't remember what he wants to. It seems like he's close to waking up, but...

“Oh, for... Seriously, cut it out!” Ace shouts and the dream stabilizes again.

“Aww, so close!” Ortho says. “He was right on the verge of waking up...”

“Okay, there's such a thing as dragging a joke out for too long. Can't you respect it when I tell you to lay off?” Ace says, annoyed and without any more patience to listen to any of you. “The punchline's way too morbid to land.” He looks at you disappointed. “I can't believe even you got in it, (Y/N)... Did you really think it would be funny to pretend we're not together? Who pulls something like that during vacation? Read the room, jeez.”

“Hmph. 'Read the room'? I could say the very same of you, Ace Trappola.” Sebek speaks out. “Look at their expressions. Do they appear in any way like they're having fun at your expense?”

Sebek basically scolds Ace for not wanting to believe his friends. They argue until...

“If you guys are right and this is a dream, what's the problem?” Ace questions, unconcerned. “Think about it. We're all going up a grade, and (Y/N) can travel freely between home and our world. What's the downside?”

“Isn't it obvious?!” Sebek retorts. “Illusory success in a dream means nothing whatsoever!”

“How would it mean nothing? If someone lives their whole life in a dream, it's not illusory at that point, is it?”

Sebek continues to say that if they don't wake up and stop Malleus, his realm will continue to expand and potentially envelop the whole world. But Ace responds that he still doesn't see the problem, and he asks if that really happened and everyone lived in a dream, how would it be so different from reality?

“There's gotta be tons of people who would choose a dream if it meant an easy life where they never go through anything unhappy.”

Sebek goes on to talk about Malleus living alone and isolated in the real world if the rest of the world falls into that slumber and Ace says that's what Malleus chose. And how could you even win against The Malleus Draconia? Sebek was basically asking him to throw his life away and that wasn't funny.

“Ace, are you sure you haven't woken up...?” Deuce asks.

“It doesn't really matter whether this is a dream or reality. I don't see why I should take someone so condescending seriously, much less help him out. And more to the point... YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!”

And with this, Ace storms off the bungalow.

The others tell Sebek how it was technically his fault that things went downhill because of the way he spoke to Ace. But you're no longer paying attention to the conversation.

You're looking at the tropical outfit Ace wanted you to wear. Something that showed how much he knew and liked you, because you really loved it. You said you weren't dating, but you never said your feelings weren't mutual. What if you wore that? What if you told him that part of the dream could be real? But would that be the best way to convince him to wake up and join you? By promising that you could be together? What if he suggested that you could stay in that dream with him instead? He should wake up because he wants to, because of something that motivates him to keep fighting for himself, not because you promised him something.

Cater, Leona, Idia and Silver return, you tell them what happened and to everyone's surprise, Silver scolds Sebek for what he did and even says that he has been spoiled by patient people who overlook his arrogant attitude.

“Have some self-awareness!” Silver ends by saying.

You had never heard Sebek speak so softly and be so quiet before.

The juniors agree that you shouldn't force anyone to join you in the fight against Malleus, and so maybe it would be better to skip Ace and continue recruiting the remaining students. Cater volunteers to go to Ace and make him fall into a deeper sleep. Despite your hesitation, you, Grim, and Deuce let Cater go, but soon after, you decide to go after him to convince him not to do it and let you try to talk to Ace one last time.

You intercept Cater in the forest.

“Cater! Wait up!” Deuce shouts.

“Oh, hey Deuce-chan. What's up, everyone?”

“Could you let us talk to Ace one more time before you send him to sleep?”

“I want to have a serious talk with him before we actually commit to leaving him behind.” You say.

“Heh heh. I can tell you're sincerely worried about Ace-chan, (Y/N)-chan. But, hey, can I ask you something?” He sees you nodding. “You really didn't know Ace-chan was starting to have a crush on you?”

You don't know what to say, but your slightly embarrassed expression and little smile are enough for Cater to decipher everything.

“Awwww! I knew it! I always thought you’d make such a cuuute couple!”

“Hey, (Y/N) never said they liked him back like that!” Grim protests.

“Heh heh. You're right, sorry.” But Cater knew what that little smile you made earlier really meant. “Yup, our freshies have some good friends. I'm proud to be your senpai. But relax, no need to worry. I was never gonna ditch Ace-chan.”

Cater then explains that he has a plan, but Idia couldn't know because he probably wouldn't let him carry it out. His plan is to attract the darkness and make Ace see it like Cater saw the darkness students in his dream, and let the darkness act out of character and in a creepy way as they usually do when they try to convince the dreamer to sink deeper into the dream. Instead of you trying to convince Ace, why not let the darkness UN-convince him?

It's a dangerous plan for both Ace and Cater, who could be dragged into the darkness as well. But he seems confident in his plan and won't let Deuce help him, at least not in the first phase of the plan.

Ace was further ahead, at the foot of a small waterfall. His hat and sunglasses were on the ground beside him.

“AYGH, what's wrong with them?! Who in their right mind would just immediately accept it when someone tells you that everything's a dream? I definitely remember doing a study group with Deuce and Grim. And the look of joy (Y/N) got when the headmage said (Y/N) could go home again... Of course I don't want to force them to stay... but...” He remembers you telling him that you weren't dating. “I just... want to be with them...”

“Hey, Ace-chan.” Carter appears and greets him with an innocent smile. “There you are.”

“Cater? Ack, is Housewarden Riddle mad at me for blowing off the barbecue without telling anyone?”

“Nah. He might be worried, though.”

Cater asks him if anything happened with Deuce and the others and Ace says it was more between him and Sebek and tell him what happened.

“(Y/N) even said we weren't dating. Well, either this is a really bad joke, or... some way for (Y/N) to say they want to... b-break up or somethin’... Heh heh...” He was trying to laugh, but for once he wasn't being very convincing.

“Ow, don't be sad, I’m sure it's nothing like that. But yeah, it'd freak anyone out if someone came out of nowhere with an infodump like THAT. It's like something you'd read in an occult mag.”

“Right?! My reaction's totally reasonable here!”

“Oh yeah, for sure.” Cater agrees. “But... Even though I hate being the bearer of bad news, and even more so when it involves breaking someone's heart, they weren't lying, y’know?”

“What...?”

“I can prove we're in a dream.” Cater says with a quite creepy smile. He uses his signature spell to create several copies of him and begins to attack Ace. “This might sting a bit, but bear with me, Ace-chan.”

As much as it hurts you to see Ace get beaten by Cater, you trust him and remind yourself that, despite everything, it's just a dream. After a few hits with magic, Riddle and Trey appear to protect Ace.

“Aww, so close.” Cater says, referring to Ace being close to waking up. “Though I guess you showed up right on schedule.”

“We came looking for you when we didn't see you at the beach.” Fake Riddle says. “What is going on here?!”

“You're all banged up Ace!” Fake Trey exclaims. “What happened?”

“Housewarden Riddle... Trey-senpai... I...”

“We can talk later.” Trey says. “Let's get you back to the bungalow and get you some first aid. Cater, you're coming with us. You'd better have a good explanation for this.”

Meanwhile, the Cater and Deuce from the dream appear and the Fake Cater unmasks the real one by assuring the others that he did not use his signature spell. Trey tells the fake Cater and Deuce to take Ace to safety while he and Riddle attack the real Cater.

Cater was being surrounded by darkness when the rest of your dream team appeared. They wanted to go help Cater, but Leona stopped them, and you all waited a little longer.

The fakes Riddle and Trey protected Ace, just like the real Cater said the real ones would do too, so that part wasn't out of character. The fakes Riddle, Trey, Cater and Deuce told Ace what he wanted to hear, that if he stayed there with them he would be happy.

“As long as you're here with us, you'll never go through anything rough or scary.” Fake Cater says.

“You'll never have to suffer." Fake Deuce added. "There won't be any unsolvable problems.”

“And better yet...” Fake Cater smiled. “You and your beloved can be together... happily ever after...”

“Yeah... Happy... ever... after...” Ace repeats sleepily.

The ground flooded with black ink that began to pull Ace in, and the skin of his fake dormmates turned equally dark.

“Wow, literally everything from their appearance to their words is giving me the ick!” The real Cater says. “Come one, Ace-chan. Would anyone from Heartslabyul REALLY talk like that?”

Ace acknowledges that no, they wouldn't talk like that, but still, if he accepts that it's a dream, it means fighting Malleus Draconia. He's just a normal student, he doesn't have enough power to defeat someone like him. He doesn't even have his signature spell yet. He doesn't want to risk his own life.

The darkness agrees with him and argues in his favor, which causes him to begin to sink even further.

“Hmm. I get it. This is what you want, huh, Ace-chan?” The real Cater says. “You're a smart guy, so you're anticipating what comes next and blanching at the thought, right?”

He says he understands Ace and that he felt the same way when facing Riddle when he overblotted. But at that time Ace told him something, a phrase that he thanks Ace for telling him and that Cater would now use as his own.

“So what, you're not even gonna fight unless you KNOW you can win?”

After Cater's speech, Ace finally decides to fight the darkness and wake up. Cater tries to pull him out of the black goo, but the other four shadowy figures are still there to stop him. Although this time, Ace tries his hardest to remember everything and wake up. The dream finally breaks and Cater manages to pull Ace out of the clutches of the darkness.

“Don't let Ace escape! Him and the impostor... Off with BOTH of their heads!”

“Yes, housewarden!” The other three fakes reply.

“Ack, they're rushing us! What's the plan, Cater?!” Ace asks.

“Don't worry, Cay-kun got this. Leona! Everyone! A little help here?!”

And then you and the others come out of hiding and fight with Cater and Ace against the darkness.

“Hold it... Ace...” Were the last words of the fake Riddle.

“You're endangering yourself... Come back...” Were the last words of the fake Trey.

All four darkness figures dissolved into black goo and disappeared.

“Did we win?” Ace asks, panting.

“No darkness aether readings in the area.” Ortho says. “I think we've fended them off.”

“HEY! ACE!” Grim starts.

“Way to be a pain in our butt, you jerk!” Deuce finishes and they both hit Ace.

“Ow! What?! Don't blame me. This is your fault for doing such a lousy job of explaining things! And Cater, that was pretty messed up. I can't believe you used your signature spell to beat me up like that!”

“Ahaha, sorry about that! But hey, it worked, didn't it? All's well that ends well.” Cater apologizes with his signature smile

“You're finally awake!” You say, happy and relieved.

“Yeah, yeah. Good morning, (Y/N). Sheesh, talk about a rude awakening... Wait!” He suddenly seems worried about something. “So, after everything that's happened, I get that this is a dream that Malleus created. But... you guys aren't part of my dream, are you? You... are real, I mean the real versions... r-right?”

“Yup! We are the genuine articles!” Cater confirms, but then smiles slyly. “But it's not us you're worried about, is it, Ace-chan?”

“Please tell me you guys just arrived now...” Ace begs without much hope.

“Sorry... but we arrived in your dream when you found us on the beach.”

“... Cater... forget my complaint about you beat me up, please hit me hard enough that I get amenesia or something.”

“Aww, come on, Ace-chan. I'm sure you two can resolve this matter without any problems. Do you want a moment alone? I can arrange that.”

“Let it be clear that I don't want to know the answer, but now I wonder what happened in that bungalow, Heheheh.” Idia comments, mockingly, through the tablet.

“WHAT?! Nothing happened! Nothing at all!” Ace practically panics. “There's nothing to talk about. We can just sweep the matter under the rug and never speak of it ever again.”

“Pst, hey, (Y/N)?” Cater whispers to you. “Would you like to talk to Ace-chan, or would you rather let it go for now?”

You say you'd like to talk to him. Carter smiles and tells you to leave the rest to him.

“Hey peeps, why don't we go check out that barbecue? It would be a good reward after this fight, don’t you think?” Cater tells the others with a smile.

“WHAT?! You're thinkin’ about food now?!” Grim protests, obliviously. “Isn't this the part where you show him the video and explain the plan?”

“I think that can be postponed a little longer, Grim.” Ortho says.

To your surprise, none of them refuse the offer. On the contrary, they all prefer not to watch whatever happens next between you and Ace. Grim says something about you preparing the meat the way he likes, still oblivious to what was really going on, but Cater picks him up and takes him away with them, saying that you'll join them soon.

You and Ace are alone by the waterfall, and he had so much courage to face you that he turned his back to you.

“We... can pretend none of that happened, you know?” He says, practically pleading. “Like, we should focus on the dream thing. And maybe leave this for after everything is resolved?”

You could see how tense he was just by his posture and his fidgeting hands.

“I’m sor－ !!!” He starts saying quietly, but stops as soon as he feels you hugging him from behind.

“I'm tired of seeing you like this.” You say. “I like you too, dumass.”

You break the hug so he can turn around to face you.

“You don't have to do this just to make me feel better, you know?” He says, skeptical and a little upset. “Just tell the truth.”

“I know, and that's what I'm doing.” You assure him with a smile and tell him how much you actually enjoyed that moment with him in the bungalow. “I was even thinking about trying that outfit before we left your dream. You probably want to know what I would look like in it as much as I do. Or maybe even more.”

You smile flirtatiously and he does the same.

“Oh, someone is getting a little too cocky.” He says, smugly. “Are you sure you wanna play that game with me?”

“Why? Are you still that embarrassed?” You provoke him. “How cute.”

He suddenly holds you by the waist and pulls you closer, your noses touching.

“Who’s embarrassed now, huh?”

And you finally decide to end the game by kissing him. A kiss that he not only returns but deepens, as he pulls you closer to embrace you completely.

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[annmaximoff18]

Imagine rescuing Ace from Impel Down.

"Even chained up, you look handsome," you exclaimed when you saw your fiancé in that cell. You were so scared for him, but you didn't want to show it. You didn't want to worry Ace any further. The dark-haired man raised his head to hear your voice.

"Honey," Ace called out when he saw you. You smiled, though your smile faded when you saw him chained up.

"Shall we go now, or would you rather stay?" you asked. He smiled gratefully. "We still have to get married."

"Sure, honey. When we get out of here, we'll get married." He beamed proudly. You unlocked the cell and went to unchain him.

"Deal," you said, smiling at him. You freed Ace, and you both walked out.

"I do," you exclaimed excitedly, tears in your eyes. Ace smiled and yelled excitedly, but Marco silenced him.

"And you, Ace, do you accept..."

"Yes, I accept, Marco. Damn it!" Ace shouted excitedly. Marco interrupted him, smiling and shaking his head.

"Then I now pronounce you my husband and..."

"Yes, yes, yes," he shouted, interrupting Marco again, hugging you and giving you a passionate kiss.

Everyone heard the screams of happiness. Ace and you smiled as you kissed. You were happy.

After leaving Impel Down, you got married immediately. You longed to be married, and you did. Marco offered to marry you both after Ace's insistence.

You were both happy to be officially married.

[curlysswirlywirly]

SLEEPING HCS

୨ৎ MONKEY D. LUFFY crashes into you every night with the force of a boy who doesn’t care about consequences. your hips are where his face ends up half the time. your breasts, the rest. he sprawls over your body until he’s half-melted into the mattress, whispering the dumbest things with the most serious tone. your skin is always touched, his fingers twitching in sleep, palm splayed over the swell of your ass or curved around your ankle. you never sleep cold.

୨ৎ RORONOA ZORO never means to fall asleep on top of you, but it happens more often than it should. you’ll be beneath him still half-dressed and catching your breath, then he’s out cold, cheek against your chest, one arm heavy across your waist. he’s so heavy but sosososo warm too. when you move, his grip tightens instinctively. a knee slides between your thighs. if you wake up with your thighs sore or neck kissed raw just know that it’s all his fault and he won’t ever apologize. he sleeps with his back warm against your chest if you climb on top of him and make it happen. if your hand trails lower, he groans through his nose and tilts his hips into your palm without ever opening his eyes.

୨ৎ VINSMOKE SANJI kisses you until he falls asleep. your shoulder, your cheek, your mouth, the inside of your thigh whatever he reaches first. you lose count after twenty. he holds you close enough to feel the shape of his morning hard-on pressed between your ass cheeks before dawn’s even threatened the horizon. he breathes heavily against your neck, his thick dark lashes twitching against his collarbones, his lips brushing skin with every exhale. if you wear anything to bed he will take offense. muttering about your cruelty. eventually begs for just a little taste. the man moans in his sleep. he dreams with your nipple between his fingers, your hand on his zipper. he always wakes before you and gets hard all over again from the sight.

୨ৎ PORTGAS D. ACE humps your ass in his sleep. you swear you aren’t making it up. he wraps himself around you, dick half-hard against your back, mouth open against your shoulder, and if you shift even a little, he’s grinding. slow, mindless. sometimes groaning. your name drawn out like he’s still halfway in a dream. he drools. he kisses your spine. he slides his hand under your shirt and forgets to take it out before he passes out entirely. he never means to be this handsy. it’s just what happens. he falls asleep mid-cuddle and wakes up naked, legs tangled with yours, your inner thighs slick and sticky. sometimes he wakes up already inside you. sometimes, he asks if he can fall asleep that way on purpose.

୨ৎ FLAME EMPEROR SABO tries his best to be polite. he starts on his side of the bed, keeps his hands to himself. but you wiggle your hips once and suddenly he’s hard. he whispers sweet nothings against your neck. filthy nothings. nothings that make you press back into his chest and let him rut against your ass until his hips stutter and your sheets need changing. when he finally falls asleep, it’s on your chest. face nuzzled into the softest part of you, arms lazily cradling your waist, cock still twitching. you fall asleep with his cum still dripping out of you more often than you should.

୨ৎ TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW pretends you’re the problem. he’ll make a sarcastic remark when you climb into his lap, but he’s already half-hard from the idea of you falling asleep with your tits pressed against his chest and your mouth buried in his collarbone. he sleeps cold until you touch him. then he’s flushed. he pretends not to notice when your breathing changes. when your thighs clench. when your hand starts sliding down your own belly. his fingers replace yours before you even finish. he’ll push two inside and tell you to keep quiet so he can sleep. he won’t sleep until you’ve come on his hand and whined his name twice. maybe three times. then he sleeps just fine.

୨ৎ EUSTASS KID passes out after sex, always. he’ll come so hard he blacks out on top of you, panting into your neck, hand still fisting your hair. when he sleeps, he holds you tighter than he did when he was making love to you. he presses your spine to his chest, mutters about how good you felt. how he wants more. he sleeps rough. he will kicks, spread out and sweat but he never lets you go. if you wake him up with your hand between his thighs, he groans into your hair and lets you do whatever you want, cock already hard before his eyes even open. he always returns the favor. even if he has to flip you over with one arm and rut between your thighs in the dark.

୨ৎ SHANKS falls asleep with your breast in his mouth. your nipple sore by morning. he kisses you slow until you moan and then groans into your mouth like you’re the best thing he’s tasted in years. he fingers you lazily under the sheets. presses your knees open with his thigh and lets you rock against his palm until you come. then he wipes his fingers on your thigh and kisses your shoulder goodnight. shanks sleeps with you on top of him. face pressed into your cleavage. hand on your ass. in the morning, he’s ready to go again before you’ve even opened your eyes.

୨ৎ CROCODILE never intends to sleep with you draped over him, but your body ends up there anyway. he touches you lazily while you settle. fingers brushing your breast. knuckles teasing your lips. his hook nowhere near the bed. his cock, however, is nestled between your thighs with purpose. he doesn’t do you every night, but he makes sure you go to bed wet. if you fall asleep before him, he whispers filth into your ear until you whimper and roll into him. if you beg, he ignores it. if you don’t, he rewards you. he won’t admit to caring how tightly you hold onto him, but he never leaves first.

୨ৎ DONQUIXOTE DOFLAMINGO’s body stays wound tight long after he’s come. his hands roam even in sleep. thumb rubbing lazy circles over your nipple until it stiffens again. he sleeps in silk or nothing. prefers you naked, demands it, really. he tangles you in his limbs and doesn’t let go, even when you shift. when he eventually finally falls asleep, he’s a mess of heat and sweat and flushed skin, nose buried in your hair, one hand between your legs, still pressing you open in his dreams.

[nekonaps0]

Wait… YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?! Pt5

✦part1 part2 part3 part4

✦fem!reader

✦characters: Jack, Ace, Azul

✦streamer reader keeps her relationship private until….

✦good luck finding your usernames (post)

Jack Howl

Your camera was angled perfectly just enough to show you, your yoga mat, and the space where you usually demonstrated exercises for your chat.

“Alright guys” you said cheerfully, squatting down so you could glance at the comments scrolling up the side of your screen, “today we’re focusing on legs. We’re starting with some weighted squats, but don’t panic you can do these with body weight too.”

Your viewers sent a mix of encouragement, questions, and, of course, memes. But one comment suddenly caught fire in the chat

Chat:

Neko_: hold up… what’s in the back?? 👀

suns-out-sleeps-in: THOSE LOOK HEAVY AS HELL

tails1lord: no way she lifts those omg

jen_jen: they look really heavy!

You froze mid squat. Oh. Right. The dumbbells. The really heavy ones.

“Uh… yeah,” you said, trying to play it off. “Those are mine. I… totally lift those.”

The chat exploded.

Chat:

Jen_jen: PROVE IT

tails1lord: SHOW US

suns-out-sleeps-in: LIFT IT QUEEN 💪🔥

Neko_: bet she can’t do it 👀

You bit your lip, nervous laughter slipping out. “…Okay, fine. But don’t judge if I make weird faces doing it.”

Walking over to the corner, you crouched and wrapped your hands around the cold metal handle of one of the massive dumbbells. Deep breath. You can do this.

You pulled… And immediately felt your grip slip.

“Whoa—!”

The weight didn’t even get halfway up before it slipped completely from your hands, the momentum sending you tumbling backwards onto your mat with a very loud noise.

Before you could even reassure the chat that you were fine, you heard rapid footsteps.

“Y/N?!” Jack’s voice rang out from down the hall.

A blur of tall, broad shouldered wolf practically skidded into the room. His ears were perked, eyes sharp with concern as he crouched beside you. “Are you hurt? Did you fell? Something fell on you!?”

You sat up quickly, cheeks burning. “I’m fine, I just…slipped…”

That’s when you realized.

Jack was fully in frame. Shirt slightly rumpled from lounging, hair still messy, tail flicking behind him as he scanned you over for injuries.

Chat went feral.

Chat:

Jen_jen: WAIT WHO IS THAT

suns-out-sleeps-in: Oh my… hello big boy

Neko_: you’ve been hiding him from us???

tails1lord: Oh my gosh! Look at those muscles!!

Jack blinked, noticing the camera. “…You’re still streaming?”

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Yeah… surprise?”

His cheeks went red, but instead of bolting, he sighed and crossed his arms. “Figures you’d hurt yourself trying to show off.”

“Hey!” you protested.

He smirked faintly before helping you to your feet. “Next time you want to move something that heavy, I’ll do it for you. Those are not for you.”

“Wow, okay, strongman,” you muttered, but you didn’t miss how your chat was now spamming heart emojis and #CoupleWorkout.

Chat:

Neko_: THEY’RE SO CUTE

suns-out-sleeps-in: protectiveness level 1000

tails1lord: he totally carries her bridal style don’t lie

Jen_jen: ship confirmed 🐺💖

Jack gave the screen one last glance before shaking his head and muttering, “I’ll be in the kitchen… try not to break yourself again.”

The moment he left, you looked back at chat. “…So, uh… I guess you’ve met my boyfriend.”

The spam intensified.

You groaned. “Yeah, I’m never living this down.”

Ace Trappola

“Alright chat, we’re jumping into another round!” you chirped into your mic, fingers tapping rapidly on your keyboard as you loaded into the match. “And guess who’s joining us again? It’s everyone’s least favorite mod.”

Ace’s voice came through discord with a scoff. “Excuse you, I’m your best mod. The only one who deletes thirst comments before you see them.”

You snorted. “Okay, maybe you’re useful for that.”

Chat was already eating up the banter.

Chat:

k-m3t: ACEEEE 💀

angelbabyy111: this is why we love when he joins

kogane-twst: they flirt too much to be “just friends”

Spade_card: please stop

Neko_: i swear y’all better be dating

You ignored the last one, grinning mischievously to yourself.

The game kicked off, and the chaos began. Bullets flew, players screamed, and Ace was way too confident for someone who missed two headshots in a row.

You, on the other hand? Oh, you were on a mission. With a sniper in hand and a devilish little grin, you crept behind the in game building where Ace was camping, completely oblivious.

“Ace, where are you?” you asked sweetly. “Did you rage quit already?”

“I’m literally on fire right now. My kill streak’s insane!” he bragged.

You peeked around the corner and aimed. One clean shot. Headshot.

Ace’s character collapsed instantly.

“WHAT THE?!” he gasped.

Your chat exploded.

Chat:

k-m3t: OH SHE GOT HIM

Spade_card: sniped his ass LMAOOOO

kogane-twst: don’t let him live this down

angelbabyy111: she’s too powerful

You couldn’t help the laughter that left you. “Looks like you weren’t that on fire.”

Then Ace muttered, almost too naturally… “Ugh, babe, that was so unfair!”

Your hands froze.

Chat didn’t.

Chat:

Neko_: WAIT….

kogane-twst: did he just say…BABE???

Spade_card: stupid…

angelbabyy111: YOU TWO ARE DATING???

k-m3t: EXCUSE ME?????????

You stared at your screen, face heating up. “W-Wait, what? He didn’t say babe.”

“Yeah, I didn’t say babe,” Ace added quickly, voice an octave too high. “You guys heard it wrong.”

“Yup. Totally. Misheard. Definitely no babe here.”

You kept playing it cool until you saw one particular comment.

Chat:

Neko_: just admit it. y’all are 100% dating. the way he calls you babe and you roast him like a wife

Panic.

“Me? With him?” you said, laughing a bit too hard. “Ew! Never!”

Silence.

“Ayo! wait!!” Ace cut in, sounding wounded. “Ew?! What do you mean ew?!”

You blinked. “Ace...”

“No, no, no, don’t ‘Ace’ me! You could’ve just said no like a normal person! ‘Ew’?! That’s… traumatizing!!!”

“Ace, we were supposed to deny it!” you hissed into the mic. “Why would you react like that?! Now they know!”

“Well, excuse me for not wanting to be labeled gross!!”

“NOW they’re really gonna believe it!” you snapped. “You’re such a pain…”

“Yeah? Well, your aim is annoying!”

“I killed you once!”

“YOU CALLED ME EW!”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Okay. Fine. Whatever. Yes. We’re dating. Are you happy now, chat?”

Chat:

Neko_: I KNEW IT

Y/n_card: OMG THEY’RE TOGETHER

kogane-twst: “babe” slip was REAL

angelbabyy111: ace is so dramatic i’m crying

kogane-twst: not the boyfriend getting roasted 😭

Jen_jen: this is the best day of my life

You leaned back in your chair, groaning. “Can we go back to the part where I sniped him? That was a good time.”

Ace snorted. “Nah, we’re gonna talk about how you ew’d me.”

“I’ll do it again.”

“Yeah? I didn’t hear you call me ‘ew’ when we were making out!”

You nearly choked.

Chat lost it.

Azul Ashengrotto

“Look at this one!” you grinned, carefully holding up a delicate porcelain teacup for your camera. “Isn’t it gorgeous? Late 1800s design, hand-painted gold rim… oh, the craftsmanship!”

Your room looked like a tiny museum, shelves behind you lined with old clocks, porcelain dolls, strange little trinkets, and a new velvet covered box waiting to be opened.

Chat:

waitlexist: omg that teacup is BEAUTIFUL

yuu-twisted: girl your collection is insane 👀

neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill: how much was it tho 👀👀👀

sharkarella: yes spill the damage $$$

Your smile froze. The dreaded question.

“…Oh, um,” you stalled, putting the cup gently back down. “You guys don’t really want to know that, do you?”

The chat spammed YESSSS.

You glanced nervously at your door, then leaned in close to the mic, voice dropping to a whisper. “…It was 3,200 thaumark.”

The number had barely left your lips when a voice roared from outside your room “HOW MUCH?!”

You jumped so hard your chair nearly tipped. The door flew open, and in stormed Azul, glasses slightly askew, looking like he’d just aged ten years in five seconds.

You immediately braced yourself. “Azul, I-listen, it’s not as bad as it sounds—”

“Three thousand two hundred thaumark?” he repeated, pinching the bridge of his nose. “On one item? My pearl…”

But then you held out the teacup with trembling hands. His eyes flicked to it… and suddenly softened.

“…Is that… a genuine 18th century porcelain set?” He stepped closer, reverently taking it from you to examine the detail.

You blinked. “…Yes?”

All at once, the scolding melted into awe. His lips curled into a smile as he traced the gold rim with his thumb. “The preservation… the artistry…” He sat down beside you, leaning toward the camera without even noticing. “Do you realize how rare it is to find one in this condition? This is practically a treasure!”

Your chat exploded.

Chat:

waitlexist: WHO TF IS THAT HANDSOME MAN?!

neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill: BUSINESSMAN BF REVEAL???

sharkarella: omg they’re BOTH antique nerds

yuu-twisted: they’re literally soulmates what the hell

Neither of you noticed, too swept up in your little bubble. You grinned at him, sliding over the velvet box. “That’s not all. Look! I also got this pocket watch. Mid 1800s, still ticks!”

His eyes lit up like a child’s at a candy store. “You’re joking. Show me!”

And just like that, the two of you were chattering excitedly, comparing notes on rarity, craftsmanship, history. Azul was leaning right into frame, glasses catching the ring light as he carefully inspected each antique with you, occasionally smiling at how happy you were.

Chat:

sharkarella: THEY FORGOT WE EXIST 💀

yuu-twisted: he went from “HOW MUCH?!” to “omg treasure 😍”

neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill: private bf reveal LET’S GOOO

Neko_: they’re literally made for each other

waitlexist: she said 3.2k and he STILL stayed… that’s love

It wasn’t until you reached for another item and caught sight of your streaming screen that your stomach dropped. You froze.

“…Oh. Azul?” you whispered, grabbing his sleeve.

“Hm?” He was still inspecting the watch.

“…We’re live.”

He blinked, finally turning toward the scrolling storm of chat messages. His smile stiffened. “…Oh.”

You gave him an apologetic look. “…So… surprise?”

The corner of his mouth twitched between mortified and resigned. “…Well. I suppose the secret’s out.”

Chat:

yuu-twisted: SECRET BOYFRIEND REVEAL OMG

waitlexist: antique power couple fr

sharkarella: she spent 3.2k and instead of yelling he joined her 😭 that’s love

neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill: pls couple antique haul stream when???

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. Azul sighed, placing the watch carefully back on the table before muttering

“…If I’m going to be exposed like this, at least let them know I haggled down my last acquisition to half the asking price.”

You peeked at him, giggling despite the embarrassment. “Chat, you heard the man… he’s just as bad as me.”

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I got multiple messages about “when Malleus part coming” he’s coming! I just have multiple ideas for that one and I have a hard time deciding 😭

[lawfem]

SHE'S MY WIFE .ᐟ

"Pirates are supposed to steal, right?"

Fem!reader

Characters: Portgas D. Ace

Tags: pure fluff

Words count: 1.8k

Notes: Hi! English is not my first language, so let me know if you see any mistake, I would be very grateful <3

Visiting fairs was your favourite activity when stopping at a new island.

Seeing all kinds of crafts, jewellery, bookmarks, trees made of wire, energy crystals and even incense. You would have taken everything if you could, but there was no more room in the cabin you shared with your boyfriend. It wasn't as if Ace carried much with him; it was an open secret that you bought him clothes and anything else he liked. He had made so much space for you that you felt bad for taking up most of it and leaving him with nothing.

But he never complained. He loved to see every little detail that indicated that, after all, you were there, by his side, loving him and sharing what you loved with him.

The little wind bell that hung from the window and rang in the afternoons when he spun you around in his arms? The little bonsai tree that had its place on the table by the window, the one you occasionally let him take care of? The countless notebooks that were yours on his desk but which he filled with compliments and romantic phrases? The incense burner you had next to his bed that smelled only of his favourite scent?

Ace loved the little things that signalled your presence.

Little things that made him feel part of your life.

That's why he let you explore the fair alone that afternoon. He would surely come by later, say he liked something you weren't convinced about, and put it in the cabin. But that would be after devouring ten bowls of ramen as a snack. He would think about dinner when he found you, as always. With no berries left.

You looked at different tea sets, thinking of giving one to Izou as a gift. It would soon be his birthday, and the commander loved to drink tea in the afternoons. You were fascinated by the delicacy with which the teapots were made. The attention to detail in the cups fascinated you too. You smiled to yourself, determined to buy one, when suddenly there was a loud noise at the end of the street.

You carefully placed the teapot on the table and stood on tiptoe to get a better look.

An elderly man was shouting left and right, asking neighbours, merchants, tourists, anyone, to please catch the boy who didn't pay.

"It's him! That boy in the orange hat! Catch him!"

You opened your eyes in surprise when Ace came running towards you, noodles hanging from his mouth, his cheeks puffed out and flushed, you didn't know if it was from the heat or embarrassment, as he held his hat so it wouldn't fly away.

"Run! Run!" he said hurriedly.

"Ace! Didn't you pay?" you asked, grabbing his arm.

The black-haired pirate stopped dead in his tracks and looked at you with huge puppy dog eyes.

"A pirate is supposed to steal, sweetheart."

"Not from the elders." You scolded him, pulling his arm.

You dragged him to the small ramen restaurant. It was obvious that it had been open for several years because of how dilapidated it was. The old wooden boards were barely holding themselves up, and the chairs looked like they had been repaired more than once. It was a humble place, but it was full of people, indicating its good reputation. You approached the elderly man, who smiled gratefully, walking slowly, hunched over, trying to move his cane.

"Miss, thank you very much. I've been in this business for years, and it's rare that someone catches the bastards who leave without paying." Murmured the man, looking at you.

His wrinkled hands trembled as he straightened his cane. One of his hands was behind his back as he scrutinised Ace with his gaze.

"How much is it?" you asked, letting go of Ace's wrist.

You opened your purse and took out a large amount of berries. You thought for a second and held out your hand. It didn't matter if the amount was more than requested, after all, your boyfriend had caused trouble. And he had broken the door trying to escape. That burn was not normal at all.

"I can't accept it! It's more than you should pay for fifteen bowls..." The old man refused, waving the hand he had previously hidden. "Besides, miss, you shouldn't have to pay."

The man looked at Ace, hitting his ankle with his cane.

"Are you man enough to steal from a senile man but not man enough to prevent a lady from paying for you?"

Ace muttered under his breath when the old man hit him, taking a moment to process his words. You felt him tense up and saw him open his mouth to respond. You knew how rude he could be depending on the person, so you hurried to speak.

"I am..."

"Young men these days don't know how to court a woman. But a girl like her wouldn't be with you, let me tell you... She probably came to pay your debt because she felt sorry for the poor old man." The man pressed. "I should call the marine to capture you."

The marine wasn't an option. With Ace wearing a black shirt and completely covering his back tattoo, no one in this remote village recognised the commander of Whitebeard's second division. You rubbed your forehead. It was supposed to be a quiet day.

"Excuse me, I am..." You spoke again, only to be interrupted once more.

"In my day, men invited women to dinner. What is this about a woman paying a man's bill?"

"Sir, I am..."

Ace stood in front of you, hands on his hips, looking down at the old man. His brow was furrowed, each word the man uttered hitting him harder. For once he forgot his wallet on the ship! And to claim that you would never be the girlfriend of someone like him? Nonsense. He didn't stutter and embarrass himself the day he confessed his feelings to you for someone who didn't know you to say that.

"Damn old man... She's my wife!"

A blush quickly spread across your face. You wondered what nonsense he was talking about, whether he had made a mistake and didn't realise what he had said, or whether he had said it on purpose. You could do nothing but watch him argue with the man. One claiming it was a lie and the other shouting that it was true.

"Such a kind and polite woman wouldn't be the wife of a thief!"

"She is. Deal with it, old man."

You ended up paying for the fifteen bowls of ramen and the broken door to the man's wife, who laughed and congratulated you on your beautiful marriage.

You didn't have the heart to deny it, and after grabbing Ace by the collar and bowing in apology, you both left the premises.

The sun was setting, reminding you that the Moby Dick would soon set sail. The fair was in full swing, the merchants were beginning to light the paper lanterns, displaying their various shapes and colours. You suddenly remembered that you hadn't bought anything for Izou's birthday.

Ace walked by your side, one of his hands holding yours, intertwining your fingers. His palm was warm, possibly due to his devil fruit, or simply his body heat. In his other hand, he held a strawberry ice cream cone, which he occasionally licked.

You did not have many berries left after paying for his bill at the restaurant and buying him ice cream. It was worse than going out with a child.

"What do you think Thatch will cook?" he murmured thoughtfully, looking at the lanterns.

Sometimes he would pull your hand to get closer and take a closer look, then return to the normal path.

"Are you still hungry?" you asked, impressed.

"Nope. But you didn't eat anything. Anyway, I'll eat later too."

You shook your head and approached a stand selling tea sets. Ace was still holding your hand and sucking on his ice cream, but this time his cheek was resting on your shoulder as he looked at the tea sets.

"I like the red teapot."

"You don't drink tea."

"But you do. I'll drink with you."

"It's for Izou. I think he'll like the green one better." You said, holding up the green teapot.

"It'll be a birthday present from both of us." He said smirking.

"Buy one yourself!"

"I forgot my wallet on the ship." He shrugged, standing up straight. "You know, it was almost a perfect steal. It brought back memories." He said with a melancholy, amused tone.

His eyes seemed to sparkle under the light of the paper lanterns. His freckles —sun kisses, as you liked to call them— contrasted with his tanned skin. The gentle breeze ruffled the strands of his dark hair that you had brushed in the morning.

He turned to look at you so sweetly that your heart melted.

"When I was a kid, I used to eat and leave without paying with Luffy and Sabo. Most of the time it worked out fine. Other times we had to fight to get back to our tree house in peace."

You smiled at him amusedly as you carefully picked up two boxes. Both contained two tea sets. One red and one green. After paying, Ace put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

"Do you think Sabo would be disappointed because I'm a pirate who doesn't steal? As kids, we didn't discriminate and stole from everyone equally." He said without losing his smile.

"I don't think so. You don't steal from women and elderly people. That's fine."

“The next one will work out.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“And if it doesn’t, I can always count on my wife.”

“I don’t remember accepting a marriage proposal.”

Ace looked at you, taking the ice cream out of his mouth.

“I bet you a thousand berries that by the end of the year I'll put a ring on your finger.”

You looked at him silently, your eyebrows rising and your lips pressing together nervously. Deep down, you believed every word he said. Because it was Ace, no matter how silly his bet was, he never lied. He never played games when he wanted something deeply.

“Ten thousand berries that I won't accept.” You lied.

“Twenty thousand that you'll accept because you love me and can't live without me.”

“Thirty thousand that you'll end up begging me to marry you for years.”

Ace smiled at your words. He smiled so brightly that you could feel your heart beating loudly in your chest. Louder than ever. You loved him deeply, and he loved you deeply. It was evident in everything the two of you did and said.

“You bet, sweetheart." He said, bringing the ice cream to his mouth. He took a lick. “But it doesn’t matter if I win or lose any of the bets, when we leave the pirate life behind… we’ll get married. I swear.”

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[karikarasuno]

part twelve | part thirteen | wc: 4k | explicit sexual content

It's been awhile since you've felt so comfortable in your own skin. Your body moves like you want it to. No aches and pains besides the early morning ones just as you get out of bed. Even the fog that has sat over your brain since your injury is starting to clear. Albeit slower than you like to admit. Either way, you go to bed in a good mood and wake up in an even better one. Something a past version of you thought was a bit of a pipe dream.

"Listen up." Nami claps you out of your thoughts as you stretch mindlessly on the studio floor, relishing in the fact that your muscles don't feel as tight as they used to.

"Listening," you say, sitting up straight to look at her.

"Listenin'!" Usopp shouts from the adjacent connected room since the door is open.

"Vivi is hostin' a pool party this Saturday," she says excitedly, clasping her hands by her face. "Well actually I begged her to cause I need everyone to experience how nice her fuckin' pool is."

"Hell yeah," Usopp yells again from the other room. He must be fiddling with the faulty speakers instead of walking over here. You and Robin have a theory the only reason the speakers are so glitchy is due to Usopp's inability to leave them alone. You've considered buying him one of those elaborate Lego sets or a complicated fidget toy to get him to stop 'fixing' things that aren't broken yet.

"Is everyone invited?" You ask, raising your eyebrows in emphasis and widening your eyes at her in the hopes that she understands what you mean. She elects not to answer, instead tilting your head at you as if she has no idea what you mean. That faux innocence is painted expertly on your face. But you know her too well for it to work on you anymore.

"Oh, you talkin' bout Sabo?" Usopp appears in the open doorway, clamp in one hand and a fistful of wires in the other.

Nami's neck damn near snaps when she turns to Usopp, who's expression is pure mischief as he twirls the clamp mindlessly between his fingers. "You got loose lips when you're plastered, my friend."

"I told you about that?" An uncharacteristic blush starts to heat her cheeks. Especially considering that this is obviously something she doesn't remember. He nods as his smile turns pleasantly smug like this is the first time he's ever gotten one over on her. And it may very well be.

"What a sticky situation you're in, girl," you shake your head in disbelief. The wildfire of Nami's love life spreads out of her control and you can tell she's conflicted. Being torn in two separate directions. But you know it'll work out for her. Everything always seems to.

"Which is why I'm invitin' him," she says with a resolute nod. "Clear the air and all that."

"And Vivi knows?" You ask, legs butterflying as you pull yourself into another stretch. Anxiously fidgeting on Nami's behalf.

"Of course she knows," she sighs, throwing up her hands. "It's her house."

"I'm just checking," you laugh, raising your hands in surrender when she looks at you as if you lost your mind. "How do you feel about it?"

"I'm choosin' not to feel nor think about it until they're right in front of me," she answers, flipping her phone in her hand carelessly as she very obviously thinks and feels her way around the situation.

"This'll be interestin'," Usopp chuckles with a shake of his head. Beaming at the mere thought of seeing how this will play out for Nami. You're sure if he could book a front row seat, he would pay top dollar for it.

"Don't be an ass," she grumbles in return while rolling her eyes. You can tell she's more stressed than she's letting on because she never lets Usopp get to her so easily. At least she doesn't show it so openly. You and him share a glance before he slowly turns around to retreat back into the adjoining room.

"Wanna carpool?" You ask in the hopes to lift her mood. To extend a familiar hand of support.

"You're only askin' because you're car-less."

"Don't even remind me." You cringe thinking about how much that will inevitably cost you. Franky has been tactfully avoiding your calls and texts regarding the invoicing and you're starting to get a bit suspicious about how much these repairs will actually be. But you've been told by a certain someone not to worry about it. Which makes you worry even more and he knows that.

"But yes, you can ride with me," Nami says, adding an endearing "freeloader" to the end of her sentence.

****

"I'm riding with Nami." You tell Ace over the phone when he asks if you want him to pick you up today to head over to Vivi's.

"Boooo," he says petulantly, "I guess Sabo is ridin' with me then."

"I'm sure we'll be coming home together," you whisper, careful for Nami not to hear since she's getting ready in your bathroom.

"Oh, is that your plan?"

"Mhmm," you hum, smiling to yourself, "I'd never pass up the opportunity to get you alone."

"I'm startin' to get that impression, sweetheart." You can hear the smile in his voice and your cheeks start to heat at the pet name. He has a unique hold on your heart. One that keeps your pulse racing and your stomach fluttering expectantly. It's a feeling akin to a crush. But you're soaring. Breathless. Falling for him more intensely than you thought imaginable.

"Hey!" Nami startles you out of your thoughts and you almost drop your phone. "Stop talkin' to your boyfriend and help me pick out a bikini."

"What's wrong with the one you got on?" You eye her over quickly. It's a simple red string bikini. Barely covers a thing, but it doesn't matter much with how insane her body is.

"Is it too much?" She asks, a random and unusual note of insecurity worming it's way into her voice.

"I'll see you later, Ace," you say, barely hearing his goodbye before you hang up. "What's going on with you?"

Nami looks at you confused, brows furrowed and lips pursed as she taps her fingers on her thighs. You can tell she's itching for an excuse to deflect, but instead she sighs and flops down beside you on your bed. Face first into your comforter.

"I'm nervous." Her voice is muffled into your bed, but you can still make out her words despite that.

"You're in rare form," you say. Your hand raises to rub her back in slow, comforting circles and you soften when you feel her relax beneath your touch.

"I know," she moans, tilting her head so her cheek rests on the bed and her eyes are now on you. "When I talk to them separately they sound like they're okay with it, but they've both been so distant with me and it's really startin' to freak me out."

"Maybe they're freaking out too. I mean this is a pretty interesting thing you've got going on."

"What if they both break up with me?" She asks pitifully, her bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout.

"Why don't we wait to think about that because what if they don't?"

"I guess you're right," she mutters, hiding her face in your covers again with an encumbered sigh.

"But you do look really hot in that bikini so if that's not what you're trying to go for I suggest changing." Her chuckle is muffled, but you smile to yourself when you hear it. Relieved that she can at least laugh through the self-inflicted pain she's currently experiencing.

"Fine but I wanna borrow that pretty crochet cover-up in your closet."

"You went through my closet?"

"Oh please don't look at me like that." She rises from the bed to stand in front of you. "I did that the first time you had me over."

****

Vivi's house is insane. It's regal. Artistic. The garden alone is the size of your ranch. Hours are lost at her house. Everyone is drinking themselves into circles. Zoro has taken control of the grill. Arguing with Sanji the entire time over hot dogs and hamburgers. It's fun and free and exactly what everyone needed.

And above all else Vivi is nice. You see why Nami likes her so much. Why Nami is struggling so terribly between her and Sabo. But she's handling it surprisingly well. She's been nursing the same drink for the better part of an hour as she sits with her feet in the pool with Vivi at her side as Luffy and Usopp splash around.

You'd join them, but unlike Nami you're drunker than you intended to be. You walk on unsteady feet towards the house because you need to pee. Your bladder is nearly bursting as you prop your foot onto the first step that leads you inside. But again you're wobbly, giggling as your body teeters one way. Fortunately, you're able to right yourself, but unfortunately, the next step you has you slipping in the opposite direction. You brace yourself for impact as your body tenses and your eyes squeeze shut. It's silly the way you make no effort to catch yourself, but luckily you're not alone. An arm wraps itself around your waist before your body hits the bushes and you yelp when your hands reflexively find strong biceps. You giggle again. Your survival instincts shot after your last drink. You blame Vivi since she's the one who made it for you.

"You're a lightweight, kid," a familiar raspy voice says above you. When you peek up at him that familiar voice is paired with a familiar head of green hair and eyes glimmering with levity.

"I'm no kid," you argue, your weight still bearing down completely against Zoro's torso and you feel his laugh vibrate lowly through it. "But maybe I am a lightweight."

You smile broadly when he grins. Zoro is so clearly drunker than you are, but he holds his liquor well. Well enough that it has no hindrance on his reflexes. Nor his strength as he still holds you with one arm to his body.

"I'm cuttin' you off," he says sternly, but you can tell he's teasing you. Entertained by your demeanor. You watch his eyes flick briefly over your head. His smile dims suddenly and he clears his throat before he meets your eyes again. "Let's get ya back up."

You brace your hands on his shoulders as you allow him to maneuver you upright. He's quick to remove his hands from your hips when you're standing on the staircase again.

"Thanks for catching me," you say with a laugh when you find your footing. His eyes shift behind you again and he shakes his head with a chuckle. You follow his gaze instinctively. And to your surprise your eyes meet Ace's. Dark, intense, and swirling with something foreign. Unlike him. Your stomach flips involuntarily.

"Sure thing," he bows his head at you, "now be careful climbin' those stairs cause I don't know if I'll be allowed to catch you again."

You laugh and it's a touch awkward considering you can still feel the intensity of Ace's stare on your back as you approach the door to enter the house. You have to force his expression out of your mind to focus on finding the bathroom. Because you have to pee.

The bathroom is easy enough to find. Your world still spins a bit as you sit down. The alcohol pumping through your system is clearly still effecting you. But you don't feel bad or sick. You're shifting between that pleasurable state of intoxication where your body and mind feel cozy and giggly and warm.

You laugh at your reflection. You're flushed and your eyes are a touch dazed. And you definitely shouldn't have another drink. Even if the sound of one right now sounds incredibly tempting.

"Hey." You startle at the sound of Ace standing outside the bathroom door when you finally swing it open to exit. He's leaning against the wall opposite you. Shirtless with his hair still damp and his hands stuffed in the pockets of his swim trunks.

"Hey yourself," you say, relaxing your weight into the doorframe. Eyes casually yet indulgently drinking him in.

"You feelin' okay?" He asks, pushing himself off the wall to slowly make his way towards you. His gait is almost predatory as he creeps his way into your space. Crowding you.

"Mhmm," you hum, angling your face up to him. He smells like chlorine and smoke from a fresh fire. Burnt. Sexy. Smoldering.

"Are you feelin' okay?" You mimic his accent. The southern drawl sticks to your tongue. Foreign and uncomfortable. But Ace finally cracks a smile at your attempt.

"Better now," he says, hands reaching out to caress your torso. Slipping right beneath your oversized cover up with ease to touch your bare skin. His hands are warm. Too warm. Deliriously so as he drags them up and down your waist.

"Really?" Your voice takes on a dreamy note as you start to sink into his touch. "Why's that?"

"Because," he starts, pushing you back into the bathroom, "I have you all to myself now."

"Which reminds me," you giggle, following his lead back the way you came. Your hand finds his chest as you walk backwards until you're pressed against the edge of the sink. "I think you need to apologize to Zoro."

He stiffens and doesn't answer right away, instead swinging the door shut behind him and promptly locking it. "Why d'ya think that?"

"You," you poke his chest hard, giddy as exhilarating anticipation rushes through you. Ace is breathing roughly, his bare chest lifting beneath your fingers. "Were totally jealous when Zoro caught me."

"Who said?"

"Me," you laugh breathlessly. Especially when his hands find your hips and he grips you rougher than you think he means to. "You didn't like it, did you?"

You're taunting him. You wanna push him. See how far you can take it before Ace snaps. You can already see the thread in his eyes begin to fray. So ready to break. Just one more shove.

"He's strong, y'know? Nice big arms." You sigh to really sell it. Suppressing another laugh when a fear-like buzz burns beneath your skin.

"You're not funny," Ace grits out, his jaw clenched and his fingers bruising. "You were too cozied up to him."

"He's warm," you reply, chuckling when he rolls his eyes and drops his forehead to your shoulder.

"I know what you're tryna do," he says from his place buried in your neck. "It's not gonna work."

"You sure about that?" You press your hips into him, actively seeking something out. And it's not difficult to find what you're looking for. You shake your head in familiar disbelief when you feel how hard he already is. "Seems like its working to me."

His grip tightens slightly before he ultimately decides to lift you and place you on the edge of the counter. Your arms automatically loop around his neck and you tug him closer. His nails drag over your hips sharply and he curves his fingers into the waistband of your bikini bottoms. He's clearly needy and unashamed of going after exactly what he wants.

"You're gettin' such a kick outta this, aren't you?"

"Not really no," you falsely deny as you tilt your hips so that he can pull your bottoms down your legs insistently. Obviously you are enjoying tormenting him a bit. Because Ace definitely doesn't seem like the jealous type, so when you caught his eye across the pool you knew you had no other choice but to use this new information to your advantage. He just made it easy by showing up outside your bathroom door.

"Oh yeah?" He takes two fingers and slips them between your folds. You're slick with arousal, so it's not difficult for Ace to press them right against your entrance. You're sure if he pushed them inside of you there would be no resistance whatsoever. "What's this then?"

He peeks beneath his lashes at you when he lifts his head from your shoulder. You start to squirm as your breath thuds heavily against your sternum. His gaze is just as intense as it was earlier. Just as thick as he drinks you in and gathers your slick to slowly circle your clit. You bite at your bottom lip, feeling the plushness give under the strength of your teeth.

"Come on, tell me." He slips those two fingers inside of you, coaxing a helpless moan up your throat and through your lips. Dripping from between your teeth. "What's this all about?"

"Ace," you moan when he curves his fingers, pumping them earnestly in against your walls. Your head is swimming again. You begin drifting into a milkier plane of existence. Thighs trembling slightly from his attention. And when your eyes drift shut, succumbing to the pleasure, Ace's fingers pause.

"Fine," you groan in interrupted frustration. "You're sexy when you're jealous."

You blink at him with watery eyes. The alcohol that still travels through your bloodstream heading straight to your cunt. So you're sensitive. Needy. A little more inclined to beg. "So, sue me if I wanted to have a little bit of fun."

"Oh, fun," he says, resuming what he was previously doing seeimgly pleased by your answer, "is that what we're havin' right now?"

"Mhm," you nod, tilting your hips to change his angle. The tips of his fingers brush against sensitive tissue and your chin dips to fall to your chest. "Loads of it."

Your hips start moving on their own. Your breath falls from your lips in gentle puffs. It's mindless the way you grind into Ace's palm and use him for your own benefit. If it weren't for the heat that's constantly radiating off of him maybe you'd even forget he was here. Allowing you to use him the way you currently are.

"God, baby," he groans, his voice breaking with the effort of his restraint. "You drive me crazy."

Your hips pick up the pace and his eyes are stuck on the way your start to drip around his fingers. He's breathing exceptionally hard and his bottom lip is swollen from the way his teeth were digging into it. You're completely aware of the fact that you and Ace are once again doing this somewhere you really shouldn't be, but you can't bring yourself to care. At all. Especially when he bends forward, his free hand shooting out to grip the edge of the counter, and his lips messily find the curve of your jaw. His teeth graze the shell of your ear and the sound of his voice cracking on a moan has you suddenly spasming around him.

Your eyes roll back and the weight of your head lolls to one side and you lose your vision. A slave to the waves of pleasure burning down your chest and straight to your toes. You make a feeble attempt at being quiet, but you're not too sure if you succeeded. Your ears muffled as white noise floods all of your senses.

The motion of Ace's hand slows and you slump foward against him. Your face finds the crook of his neck as soon as you start feeling the heaviness return to your limbs.

"You're always cornering me in places you shouldn't be," you complain. But there's not much fight in your voice to be as scolding as you'd like.

He chuckles, dark and amused. "I'll stop if you want."

"That's not what I'm saying." You lean back to look him in the eye, amazed at how composed he is when you know he's barely hanging on by a thread from want. "I'm saying we should probably be more mindful."

He smirks at your words, slipping his fingers out from within you and bringing them to your lips. Without thinking your lips part just enough for his fingers to fit into your mouth— cleaning them off.

"Next time, I'll keep that in mind."

****

Your legs are still unsteady, but now for a completely different reason. You're practically sober now, but the endorphins that simmer through you keep you floating. Drifting somewhere between the phsyicality of time and the illusion of it.

Ace shamlessly follows you out of the house. One hand on your hip as you descent the stair that started this whole thing. The sun has officially set. The stars take up their designated positions in the sky as a fire rages brightly in the distance. Everyone is gathered around it. The pool seemingly forgotten as Luffy and Usopp roast marshmellows.

Once the two of you reach the group, you split up, Ace leaving you with a reassuring kiss to the top of your head. You scan the crowd for a particular redhead and you're shocked to find her alone with a curious expression on her face.

"Hey lady," you greet her, sitting in the empty chair beside her. There's a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, probably shielding her from the mosquitos.

"Oh, look who finally made it." She opens up the blanket for you cuddle beneath. And even though there's a funny little irritated bite to her tone, you can tell she's glad your back. Maybe you should feel a little guilty. But then you meet Ace's gaze over the fire when you glance his way and you can't fight the smile from appling your cheeks.

"Sorry, I was-"

"Gettin' some?" She interupts, and your breathe out a laugh through your nose. Unable to deny it. "Lucky you."

"Alright, let's get this stick out of your ass together," you say, turning your full attention to her. "What's wrong?"

"It's dumb," she pouts, pressing her shoulder into yours as you get comfortable beneath the blanket you two now share.

"Can't be that dumb if it's got you this wound up."

"It is," she huffs. And you don't answer, waiting for her to find the awkwardness in the conversation and cover it. "Sabo and Vivi get along so well."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"In theory," she shrugs. "I should be happy watching them like that."

Nami gestures over to them. Vivi is laughing at something Sabo is saying. Her hand reaching out to grab his bicep as she does. And you can admit that they look pretty comfortable beside each other. Cute even as Sabo smiles to himself while he watches Vivi laugh.

"But I'm jealous," she whines, irritated all over again.

"Nami, what?"

"Don't look at me like that!" She looks at you with wild eyes. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but I feel like the more they get along with each other the less they'll get along with me."

Her voice tapers to an insecure whisper at the end of her sentence. And you soften at the dejection beginning to swirl in her eyes.

"I doubt that," you say in an attempt to reassure her, but you can tell she's genuinely worried at the prospect of them choosing each other over her.

"I just feel weird," she sighs, completely discontent. "Like I'm being abandoned."

"You can't have abandoment and commitment issues at the same time."

"I can and will," she argues. "Blame my absentee, deadbeat dad."

"But neither of those people over there are like your father," you point at them as they still speak casually over the fire. "If they were, they probably would've broken up with you the second they found out about each other."

"I know you're right, but I still don't like it," she grumbles, slouching into her seat petulantly. "It's like I want them to get along of course, but only when it's about me."

"Maybe that is about you," you refer to them again. "Maybe they're swapping stories."

"Well it better be the juicy ones."

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*~Period Drama~* Romance Era- Heartslabyul

A/n: It took me a bit to think of how to like...structure this but by dorm, by boy, and bullet-pointed was the best way to get this out. Hehehe. You guys enjoy these cursed Headcanons!

(Should I add the Period Saga tag list to this???)

||Heartslabyul|| Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore + Ignihyde ||Diasomnia||

It started off as a normal afternoon. You and your boyfriend just laid down for an impromptu nap, cuddled close together and safe in each other's arms. So you can imagine their surprise when they wake up to find the bed spotted with blood. Pulling the blankets back, they see the blood coming from you...

FIRST REACTION

Riddle

Freaks out. Just, he's trying to call an ambulance, he's ready to rain hell fire, he will actually chop someone's head off. He is honestly hyperventilating, just TEARS. How could this HAPPEN!?

The freak out was so intense that it freaks you out too until you catch back up mentally and realize, 'Oh wait, it's just my period.'

You'll have to calm him down before you start explaining because he's ready to commit murder and combust all at once. Just hold him and cuddle for a minute, he needs it.

So many fucking questions. For both of your sakes, let's hope you have a deep medical understanding of your period because he will accept nothing less in your answers.

Trey

Freak Out pt 2

Much less than Riddle, but man is CONCERNED. What do you MEAN you're bleeding out of your pussy and it's NORMAL???

Asks questions but keeps interrupting to be like 'What???'. Is trying his best but it's very clear he's having some type of internal crisis that's barely contained.

Once you've explained, he'll be pretty normal about it. You will catch him sending your crotch worried glances, but he will ignore you pointing it out.

Cater

He was .2 seconds away from calling the police and an ambulance and the National Guard and starting a live stream to call his followers to do a manhunt-

Does NOT believe you saying a period was normal. It is so out of the REALM of normal, this is not a funny joke. Oh Seven, you're SERIOUS.

You telling him about periods is lowkey destroying his world. Every little fact you give he's kinda just pacing the room giving you YouTuber reaction faces. Keeps repeating his questions because he hopes so badly you're joking and he's trying to trip you up.

Once he's accepted that this is just a THING YOU DO??? he's so tired. Just takes a moment to sit with his head in his hands. Let him just stew for a bit. He'll pop back up and ask if you need anything or if you want him to even be there. He will leave if you tell him to but he will then spiral when he gets back to his room.

Ace

What the FUCK!?

Thinks you somehow fell and just started bleeding. Literally so scared and freaked out that it looped into him just calling you a fucking dumbass while he tries to take your pants off to help.

He thinks you're lying. You're either lying to protect whoever hurt you or you're lying to keep him from ripping you a new asshole for hurting yourself this badly somehow. Takes a few tries for him to finally accept that you're telling him the truth.

'What the fuck, that's so fucking weird.' Lowkey grossed out, asks you WHY YOU DO IT (Like you can control it, dumbass)

Deuce

You got a grace period of about 20 seconds to explain before he just goes out to beat the shit out of some random NRC NPC who's been eyeing you up. His brain will fill in the blanks and he will act accordingly to whatever horror story he comes up with.

If you manage to explain in time, he is just CONCERNED. Asks if you're in pain, can he hug you? Wait do you want to be hugged? Should he leave? Wait are you just bleeding right now???

You could be talking and trying to explain more or try to calm him down but his eyes keep drifting to your crotch in minor horror. His brain is his own greatest enemy at that moment.

Lowkey he is scared, but very willing to be helpful.

HOW HELPFUL ARE THEY?

Riddle

Once he's had a good cry and cuddle, he is like the most annoying nursemaid.

He will order you to go to bed and STAY THERE until you've stopped bleeding.

It's a hard learning curve on what you really need to make your period comfortable, but give him a loose idea of what you want and he will do his best to get it for you. Loves having a nice cup of tea with you at night to help with your cramps.

He will collect all your homework and ask Ace and Deuce to take very good notes for you because he better not see you out of bed during this.

Once he's done with classes, he comes straight to Ramshackle to do chores and sit with you. Helps you do homework in bed, hand feeds you tarts that he had Trey make.

All-in-all, once he's out of class, you've got him all to yourself as a little butler.

If you have PMS irritability, though, watch out he will debate back with you and you'll have a screaming match.

Was really concerned about the blood mainly the blood getting on him, but give him one good puppy dog look and he's in the bed with you to cuddle.

Trey

This man is catering you your whole period. You don't even need to look at the kitchen because Trey is already putting food in your mouth.

A worrier, so the second he sees you in pain he's gonna try to give you something to eat, be it sweets or a nice soup.

Is fine with you walking around but if you do get really bad cramps, he'll try to convince you to stay home.

This man is large and his hands are big. Ask him and he will massage your back for you. Kneads you like dough.

Starts carrying little pain potions for quick relief but doesn't want to give you too many of them over the course of the week.

Super good at handling you if you have PMS mood swings since he's used to keeping Riddle from killing Ace and Deuce. Could possibly backfire though because sometimes you just wanna be angry and he's ruining that by being so helpful and understanding.

He was more concerned about your comfort but once he knows you WANT to cuddle he will be right in the bed with you until you kick him out.

Cater

Help him. He's trying to be fun-loving Cay-Cay but then he'll see you in the distance and he cant even pretend to be ok.

Kinda hovers but doesn't say anything until you do.

You've thrown him out of his element, and he's not even sure how to approach you.

Starts to manage when he approaches it like when his sisters would fight each other. Only it's you just fighting with your own body.

Best cuddler. He gets the pillows, the blankets, the candles you like. Turns his phone off and just HOLDS YOU. The phone comes back when you've fallen asleep so he can watch videos.

God, PMS emotions are a whole new battlefield that he's barely surviving. If you get it please warn him. He has his methods but he's gotta KNOW he needs to prep them.

Ace

Are you still doing that bleeding thing?

Acts like your period is the most annoying thing you decided to do.

Fucking protective as fuck. Will bully the other first years if they crowd around you in worry.

Though he acts inconvenienced, he will do whatever you ask of him with minimal whining.

Pretends you're begging him to cuddle with you when he's just crawling into the bed with you. Lowkey very nice to cuddle with because he normally has very warm hands.

The cause of the PMS anger like 4/5 times...

Deuce

He will carry everything for you. Is that actually helping? Not really but he's doing what feels right.

Tell him you want anything and he will get it. He has taken food out of Ace’s hands and given it to you.

It's kinda hilarious because he'll be going about his day normally, but then you'll call him and everyone watches this man drop EVERYTHING to see what you need.

Buys whatever you asked for in bulk, even if he doesn't need to. He thinks he's being helpful by buying you 5 bags of party-sized chips and 10 2-liters of the drink you wanted when you only asked for one of each.

He has just given in to the fact his hoodies are yours now. Wonders if he'll get them back once the period is over...

AFTER THE FACT

Riddle

He's now got your period placed on a calendar. Down to the day.

He's very proud that he already has your next period marked down on his schedule, everything is set

What do you MEAN you're not on your period? What do you MEAN your period came early!? He had a perfectly balanced schedule, what do you MEAN IT'S NOT ALWAYS 28 DAYS APART!?

Very upset if your period ever dares to 'go off schedule'. Manages to properly track it after a few months. Normally tells you when you're alone that your period is coming up.

He will ask you if you're on your period if he sees it coming up and you're upset. Please don't hit him, he's honestly asking.

Trey

WOW, that was...something...and it's gonna happen again huh???

Man's kinda dreading the next period but he does spend his downtime thinking up new recipes to give you during it.

Actually really thinks about the fruit and sugar content and how it could affect you, which fruits are good for cramping. Can he make something chilled for the headaches?

Doesn't really track your period but he will be extra conscious on your mood changes and then backtrack the days in his head to see if what he thinks is happening is.

Asks if you're ok instead if he thinks you're on your period; like a fucking decent human being.

Cater

Jesus fucking Christ, 28 days? Yeah, he'll manage to think up an actual game plan to deal with this by then. He doesn't, he fumbles through your period for a good few more times before he becomes well-versed.

He has an alarm set for the next 28 days. Lowkey forgot about your period until it happens again or when his alarm goes off for it.

Starts carrying extra pairs of your underwear and keeps one of his hoodies on him during your period. For emergencies.

Once he KNOWS you're on your period he will show up with a gift basket he put together of all your favorite things.

Wants to ask so fucking bad if you're on your period when your mood is weird, but knows better and likes not getting the spit slapped out of his mouth.

Ace

Complained more than you did during the whole thing. Acts like he isn't making the most deeply engrained mental reminder of everything that happened.

Doesn't so much as track it as he's now more aware of your mood changes during the month.

He normally asks if 'You're doing that thing again...' when he sees you kinda just lounging around miserable.

Still a brat but if you're actually having a tough period he will cuddle up and be your hot water bottle until the real one heats up.

Surprisingly doesn't ask if you're on your period during arguments. He knows next to nothing about periods but knows he will get his neck snapped if he asked that while you were already mad at him.

Deuce

So seriously asks you if you have to do that again.

Doesn't want to potentially embarrass you so he helps in tracking it by putting a red dot in his calendar for his own peace of mind. Forgets what the fuck it means after seeing it come up three weeks later.

Weirdly becomes able to sense when you start your period. Like to the minute.

You'll be in Ramshackle and your period starts. Deuce just suddenly stops at track practice like 'Something just happened...'

HOW HELPFUL ARE THEY? ♡NSFW♡

Riddle

You want him to WHAT?

Getting Riddle to fuck is hard enough as it is. You want him to do it while you're BLEEDING???

It takes a lot of talking and actually telling him the orgasms help with the cramping for him to agree. But even then he's very embarrassed and you can only do it in the shower together.

He'll act scandalized for an hour afterward but he is happy he helped ease your pain a bit.

Trey

What?

Like you both have sex regularly, he didn't think you'd...want to...while...okay...

Kinda awkward with it starting out but slowly gets more used to the idea.

He's gotta be extra cautious with cleanup since the blood is everywhere, but if it means you gotta take one less pain potion he'll do his part.

Not really into period sex, but if you ask he will help you. He just starts investing in some thick towels because he likes doing it on the bed with you.

Cater

...Yeah, Okay

Lowkey so confused but if you say it'll help, he'll help.

Really likes to finger you. Fucking paints his nails red during your period so no one makes a single comment on why his fingertips look pinkish.

Will get his clones involved if you ask him to/let him. Makes it a fun game on what's most sensitive, your pussy or your nipples?

Ace

"Gross, sure."

Literally what he says while already undoing his pants.

Like he flip-flops through your period as either being very supportive or the literal reason you're about to knock his teeth out. You have not been fucking.

So him hearing that orgasms help during this??? He's saying yes every time you ask and even offering when he sees you cramping.

Does make a comment on the period blood making it super easy to slide in. Lowkey kinda looks forward to period sex now.

Deuce

Is that...Safe???

Takes a bit of talking since, as far as he's seen, everything is achy and sensitive and you are very not in the mood like that. Not really the right setting for sex...

But once he's assured, he goes at it like getting you to orgasm is his fucking job.

Be warned, he will get into it and do his best to give you back-to-back orgasms. Overstimulation be damned.

[inseobts]

Unintentional couple behaviour

you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?

gn!reader

characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo

(luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk)

words count: around 0.8k - 1.3k each

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

You do a lot of things for Zoro without thinking.

You wake him up when it’s time to eat. You stop him from training too much. You make sure he doesn’t get lost whenever the crew visits a new island.

It’s normal for you. Someone has to do it.

But one day, the others start teasing you about it.

It happens at lunch. You are eating with the crew when Usopp laughs and nudges your arm.

“Hey, aren’t you gonna get your boyfriend?”

You blink. “What?”

Sanji, cleaning his hands with a towel, nods toward the deck “That moss-brained idiot. You always bring him to meals. It’s like a little routine between you two now. Like a couple…”

“We’re not—” You nearly choke on your drink “We’re not a couple!”

Usopp grins “Then why do you always take so much care of him?”

“Because he’s stupid and forgets to eat!” you say, standing up “I’ll go get him, but not because of whatever weird ideas you guys have.”

You walk away while they laugh behind you.

You find Zoro exactly where you expect, napping against the ship’s railing, his swords next to him.

You roll your eyes and shake his shoulder “Oi, wake up. Lunch is ready.”

Nothing.

You shake him harder “Zoro. If you don’t get up, I’ll eat your food.”

He grumbles and waves his hand, like he’s trying to swat away a fly.

Sighing, you do what you always do. You grab his wrist and pull him up with both hands. He lets you. He always does, like it’s natural.

Zoro blinks at you, still half-asleep “Huh. You again.”

“Yeah, me again,” you say “Come eat before Sanji ‘forgets’ to save you anything.”

You’re still holding his wrist, making sure he doesn’t fall back asleep. That’s when you notice Nami and Robin watching from across the deck, smiling.

“What?” you ask, feeling awkward.

Nami smirks “You two are cute.”

Your face heats up “We’re not—he’s not—we’re not together!”

Robin chuckles “You do take care of him a lot.”

Zoro frowns, confused “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” you mutterl “Come eat.”

You let go of his wrist too fast and walk away, ignoring the warm feeling in your chest.

You think it’s over, but now you notice things.

Zoro always sits next to you at meals, even when there are other seats. You always save food for him without realizing. And during fights, he always protects you first, like it’s a habit.

And, worst of all, people keep pointing it out.

“y/n,” Chopper asks one day, tilting his head “Are you and Zoro dating?”

You almost trip “What?! No!”

“Oh...” He looks confused “But you act like it”

You groan “Not you too”

After that, you can’t stop thinking about it.

The next time you wake Zoro up, your fingers stay on his wrist a second too long. The next time he pulls you behind him in a fight, your heart beats faster.

And then one evening, when you catch him watching you with a thoughtful look, you realize you might be in trouble.

That night, Zoro speaks first.

“Oi”

You look up from your seat on the deck “What?”

He leans against the railing, arms crossed “Does it bother you?”

You frown “Does what bother me?”

“What people are saying” His eyes stay on you “About us.”

You swallow “Why? Does it bother you?”

He doesn’t answer right away “No” his voice is quieter than usual.

Your stomach flips and you look at the ocean “I mean… it’s just dumb teasing, right?”

Zoro doesn’t reply. Instead, he watches you for a long time. Then, finally, he smirks.

“Doesn’t really matter what they say” he says, voice calm but sure “I’d still stick with you either way.”

Your breath catches and suddenly, your heart won’t let you ignore this anymore.

For the next days you try to brush off what the crew said.

You really do, but it’s impossible to ignore when Zoro keeps acting the same way.

Like when you’re on lookout duty together, and he hands you his jacket without a word.

Or when you spar with him, and he pulls his hits just enough so you don’t get hurt.

Or when you fall asleep on the Sunny’s deck, and you wake up covered with a blanket, one you know you didn’t grab.

And every time it happens, you catch the crew watching. Smirking.

It’s driving you insane.

One afternoon, you finally decide to do something about it.

You find Zoro by the training room, lifting weights. His shirt is half undone, sweat glistening on his skin, but you shove that thought aside.

You cross your arms “Hey, Zoro.”

He grunts in acknowledgment, not stopping his reps.

You hesitate “…Why do you treat me differently?”

He finally sets the weight down, wiping his face with a towel “What?”

“You heard me...” You shift uncomfortably “You do things for me that you don’t do for anyone else.”

Zoro leans back against the wall, looking at you like you just asked a stupid question “So?”

“So?” You huff “That means something, doesn’t it?”

He shrugs “I guess.”

You blink “That’s it? You guess?”

Zoro sighs, scratching his head “Look, I don’t really think about it. I just—” He pauses, then shrugs again “I want to.”

Your heart skips a beat “…What?”

“I want to do those things for you,” he says simply “it’s not a big deal”

You stare at him “Not a... Zoro, are you serious?”

He frowns “What, you don’t like it?”

“That’s not the point!” Your face feels hot “You don’t do this for Nami or Robin or anyone else!”

Zoro looks at you, unimpressed “Yeah. Because it’s you.”

You freeze.

The way he says it, so blunt, so obvious, it makes your stomach flip.

He isn’t flustered. He isn’t overthinking it. He’s just stating a fact.

“…Oh.”

Zoro crosses his arms, watching you carefully “Is that a problem?”

You swallow “No. It’s just…”

It’s everything. It’s him always being there, always looking out for you, always treating you like someone important.

It’s a realization you should have had ages ago.

You let out a breathless laugh “I’m an idiot.”

Zoro raises an eyebrow “Well, yeah.”

You smack his arm. He smirks.

But when your hand lingers just a little too long, he doesn’t pull away.

And suddenly, you both understand... this isn’t just a habit.

It never was.

Ever since that conversation in the training room, things between you and Zoro have… shifted, but not in a bad way.

He still trains for hours. Still naps in random spots. Still bickers with Sanji.

But now, when you sit beside him, his arm naturally rests along the back of your chair.

Now, when you fight, he doesn’t just watch your back, he makes sure you’re never out of reach.

Now, when you look at him for a second too long, he looks right back.

Like he’s waiting.

Like he’s giving you the choice.

One evening, you find him on the Sunny’s deck, looking out at the ocean.

“…Can’t sleep?” he asks.

You shake your head, stepping closer “Thinking too much.”

Zoro smirks “Dangerous habit...”

You huff a laugh but don’t argue.

Instead, you stand beside him, silent for a moment before you finally ask...

“Do you regret telling me?”

Zoro frowns “Telling you what?”

“That you… actually treat me differently. That you want to.”

His jaw tightens slightly “No.”

Your heart does something strange “Good.”

You don’t give yourself time to hesitate.

Before doubt can creep in, you grab him and pull him down.

Zoro freezes.

For half a second, he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even breathe.

Then a quiet growl rumbles from his chest, and his hand cups the back of your neck as he kisses you back.

It’s firm. Solid. Like he’s been holding back for too long and refuses to anymore.

When you finally break apart, Zoro leans his forehead against yours, exhaling through his nose.

“…Finally” he mutters.

You grin “You were waiting for me?”

“Wasn’t gonna rush you” His fingers brush your jaw “You get there when you get there.”

You hum, leaning into him “And now?”

Zoro smirks “Now, you’re stuck with me.”

You kiss him again, just to make sure he knows you wouldn’t want it any other way.

── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:

Sanji has always been a flirt. That’s just how he is.

He calls Nami and Robin “my love” and “my dear”. He spins around the kitchen whenever they compliment him. He offers to carry their bags when the crew goes shopping.

But when it comes to you, it’s different.

It starts when the crew is eating dinner together.

“Sanji, can you pass the salt?” you ask.

Instead of handing you the salt shaker, Sanji grabs it, twists off the lid, and sprinkles just the right amount onto your plate.

You blink “Uh. Thanks?”

“Of course, my dear” he says smoothly. Then, as if nothing happened, he turns back to his own plate.

You think nothing of it... until you notice the way the others are watching.

Usopp raises an eyebrow “Did he just season your food for you?”

“Yeah?” You shrug “What's new about it? He's a chef and he’s just being nice.”

Luffy grins “He doesn’t do that for anyone else.”

“That’s not true,” you argue “Sanji treats everyone like this.”

Nami hums “Not exactly like this. If we wanted more salt he would start a lecture about how it would ruin his masterpiece.”

Before you can ask what she means, Sanji stands up to grab dessert. He places a plate in front of you first. It’s your favorite.

The crew stares.

You stare too “Sanji…”

He smiles “What? I made extra for you.”

Usopp coughs “Yeah. Okay. Totally normal.”

Robin chuckles behind her hand.

You shake your head and go back to eating. It’s nothing. Sanji is just being Sanji.

…Right?

But then, you start noticing other things.

When you’re cold, Sanji drapes his jacket over your shoulders without you asking.

When you need something from a high shelf, Sanji wordlessly reaches up and hands it to you.

When you’re about to trip, his hand is always there to steady you.

And every time, every single time, he does it so naturally that you don’t even think about it.

Until one day, Franky whistles and says, “You two sure act like a couple.”

You nearly drop the drink in your hands “What?!”

Sanji, who was stirring a pot at the stove, pauses.

Franky leans against the counter, grinning “You two do all that coupley stuff. He gives you the best food, takes care of you, treats you differently from everyone else—”

“That’s not true,” you say quickly “Sanji’s like this with everyone.”

Franky snorts “Nah. He does flirt with everyone. But this?” He gestures between you and Sanji “This is different.”

You glance at Sanji. He’s staring into the pot, silent.

Your face feels hot now “You guys are reading too much into things.”

“Sure we are...” Franky says, smirking. Then he leaves.

The kitchen is quiet now. You swallow and turn to Sanji.

“…Is it true?”

He looks at you. His usual confident smile is gone. Instead, there’s something softer in his eyes.

“I don’t know” he says “is it?”

Your heartbeat quickens.

Suddenly, every touch, every sweet gesture, it all feels different.

Maybe it wasn’t just a habit.

Maybe it was something else all along.

After all this the teasing has only gotten worse.

Ever since Nami and Usopp pointed out how Sanji treats you, they will not let it go.

“Here comes Sanji’s beloveeeed~” Usopp sings when you walk into the kitchen.

“I should start charging you for all the extra food Sanji makes only for you” Nami smirks.

Even Luffy, who usually doesn’t care about these things, grins at Sanji one afternoon and says “Oi, cook, when are you gonna marry y/n?”

Sanji chokes on his cigarette so hard he has to brace himself on the counter.

You groan and drag a hand down your face.

But what really drives you insane?

Sanji never denies it.

He stutters, blushes, waves his hands, but he never says “That’s not true.”

Because it is true.

And it’s starting to drive you crazy.

You try to ignore it. But then you start noticing things, even the smallest ones.

Sanji never lets you carry anything heavy.

He always pours you tea first, even before Nami and Robin.

He adjusts your chair at dinner like it’s second nature.

And the worst part? He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

But you do.

And now, every time he gives you that look—the one that’s soft, full of admiration, like you hung the damn sun in the sky—your heart stumbles over itself.

This has to stop.

Or something has to change.

It happens one evening after dinner.

You’re in the kitchen, helping Sanji clean up. He hums as he washes the dishes, sleeves rolled up, golden hair falling over his forehead.

You watch him for a second, then take a deep breath.

“Sanji.”

He glances at you, smiling “Yes, my love?”

You grip the counter “Why do you act like we’re together?”

Sanji freezes.

The faucet keeps running. The kitchen is warm with the smell of spices. But Sanji is frozen.

Slowly, he turns his head toward you “…P-Pardon?”

You cross your arms “You treat me differently. Even the crew notices. You never do this stuff for anyone else.”

Sanji swallows hard “I—”

“You never deny it,” you press “and honestly? I’m tired of waiting for you to finally say something.”

Sanji stares at you like you’ve just flipped his entire world upside down.

His hands shake. His lips part like he wants to speak, but nothing comes out.

“…Sanji.” Your voice softens “Do you want this to be real?”

A shuddering breath leaves him. He looks at you, eyes wide, vulnerable.

“More than anything...” he whispers.

Your heartbeat stutters.

That’s it. That’s all you need to hear.

You step forward, grab the front of his shirt, and kiss him.

Sanji malfunctions.

His entire body locks up, like his brain has completely short-circuited.

For a solid two seconds, he does not move.

Then a noise escapes him, something between a whimper and a desperate sigh, and his hands come up to cup your face, pulling you closer.

The kiss is warm, overwhelming, but soft, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he holds on too tight.

When you finally pull away, he’s redder than his own suit.

“…M-Mon amour,” he breathes, voice shaking “You...you actually...”

You smirk “Took us long enough, cook.”

Sanji makes a strangled sound and immediately buries his face in your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around you.

Outside, the crew is losing their minds.

“TOLD YOU!” Usopp shouts.

“I WON THE BET!” Nami cheers.

“Oi, Sanji, you alive in there?” Zoro snickers.

Sanji doesn’t answer. He’s too busy melting against you, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

And honestly?

You think you’ll let him.

── .✦ Trafalgar D. Law:

Law is not the kind of person who likes physical contact. He doesn’t let most people touch him. He keeps his distance, always standing at the edge of conversations with his arms crossed. If someone bumps into him, they get a glare.

But for some reason, you are different.

It starts when Bepo hands you a coat one evening.

“Here,” he says, tail flicking “you left this in the lounge.”

You blink at it. It’s black, long, and definitely not yours.

“This isn’t mine” you say, confused.

Bepo tilts his head “Oh. But you always wear the captain’s coat, so I thought it was yours now...”

You freeze.

“Wait. What?”

Shachi walks by and hears the conversation. He grins “Yeah, you totally do. Every time you’re cold, you steal his coat.”

Penguin nods “And Law never complains.”

You open your mouth. Close it. Try to remember.

…Okay, maybe you have borrowed Law’s coat a few times. But that’s just because it’s warm! And because it’s there! And because...

Oh no.

Your stomach twists “I... I do not...”

“Sure you don’t...” Shachi teases “What’s next? Calling him ‘dear’?”

You groan and shove the coat at Bepo before walking away.

But now, you can’t stop thinking about it.

After this, you start noticing other things. Like how Law always lets you into his personal space.

How you can tug his hat down over his eyes without him pushing you away.

How he casually rests his hand on your shoulder when he stands next to you.

One day, you trip over a loose crate. Before you even hit the ground, a familiar blue glow surrounds you... Law’s Room.

In an instant, you’re back on your feet, completely unharmed.

The Heart Pirates snicker.

“Captain didn’t even think” Penguin whispers.

“He never uses Room for anyone else’s clumsiness” Shachi adds.

You glare at them “I heard that.”

They just smirk.

Law doesn’t say anything. He just sighs and keeps walking, like saving you without thinking is the most natural thing in the world.

Your heart does something weird. You ignore it.

Later, you sit on a crate, arms crossed. Law stands next to you, reading a medical book.

You glance at him “Your crew keeps calling me ‘Captain’s partner.’”

He doesn’t look up “So?”

“So, why?”

He flips a page “Probably because you act like one.”

Your brain short-circuits.

You stare “Excuse me?”

Law finally looks at you, raising an eyebrow “You’re always in my quarters, you steal my coat, and you act like you belong next to me. They’re not wrong.”

Your face burns “I... You let me do all that!”

He smirks “I know.”

You open your mouth, but no words come out.

Because suddenly, you realize... he has let you. And he still is.

Ever since Bepo and the others pointed out how Law treats you differently, it’s been impossible to ignore.

The extra care during missions. The way he always stands just a little closer than necessary. The way he lets you touch him, his arm, his shoulder, even his hand, when no one else would dare.

But what really gives him away?

The way his ears burn red every time you get too close.

And yet he never says anything.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was running an experiment to see how long he could keep this up before you lost your mind.

So tonight you’re calling him out.

You find him in his quarters, buried in medical books.

“Hey, Law.” You lean against the desk, arms crossed “Can I ask you something?”

His eyes flick up “What?”

You tilt your head “Do you like me?”

Law chokes.

Not just a little cough... he full-on chokes on air, slamming his book shut as if that’ll somehow save him.

“What—?!” He coughs into his fist “Where the hell did that come from?”

You raise an eyebrow “You tell me.”

Law scowls, shifting uncomfortably “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Oh? Am I?” You step closer.

He stiffens “What are you...?”

You place your hands on the arms of his chair and lean in, caging him in.

His breath hitches.

Oh. Oh.

He is not prepared for this.

“Law,” you murmur, watching his face closely “you never let anyone touch you, but you let me.”

His jaw clenches “That doesn’t—”

“You always make sure I rest. You check my injuries before anyone else’s.”

“Because you’re reckless—”

“And...” you lean even closer “your ears are red right now.”

Law swallows.

You smirk “So, wanna try again?”

For a long moment, he just stares at you, lips parted, golden eyes darting between yours.

Then, in a last-ditch effort, he growls... “You’re annoying.”

You hum “Maybe.”

And then you kiss him.

Law goes still.

For the first time since you’ve known him, he is completely speechless.

But then a quiet sound escapes him, and his hand suddenly grips your wrist, holding you there.

You almost pull back, unsure, until his other hand slides around the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and he kisses you back.

It’s hesitant at first, but when you don’t pull away, something shifts.

The kiss deepens, his grip tightens, and the heat radiating off of him is enough to make you dizzy.

When you finally part, Law exhales sharply, pressing his forehead against yours.

“…You’re gonna be a problem” he mutters, voice rough.

You grin “Yeah?”

His fingers tighten in your hair “Yeah.”

And then, despite everything, he kisses you again.

Because for once in his life he’s done running.

── .✦ Portgas D. Ace:

Ace is naturally affectionate.

He throws an arm around people’s shoulders, laughs loudly, and grins like the world is a joke he’s in on. He’s warm but also because he makes people feel welcome.

So it’s not weird that he touches you a lot.

Right?

It starts when Marco sits down next to you, smirking.

“You and Ace finally together, yoi?”

You look at him confused “what do you mean?”

“A couple… are you two a couple?”

You almost drop your drink “What? No!”

Marco raises an eyebrow “You sure? He always saves you a seat at meals. Always gives you his food if you ask. Always keeps an eye on you during fights.”

You roll your eyes “That doesn’t mean anything. He’s just like that.”

“Not with everyone” Marco takes a sip of his drink “Just you.”

You open your mouth to argue, but then you don’t know what to say, because now, you’re thinking about it.

The next time Ace sits beside you at dinner, you notice how he slides his plate a little closer to yours, letting you steal his food.

The next time the crew docks at an island, you notice how he instinctively waits for you before walking off together.

The next time you’re about to trip, you don’t even get the chance to fall, Ace grabs your wrist and steadies you like it’s second nature.

And maybe it is second nature.

“Careful, Ace,” one of the division commanders teases “If you keep acting like that, y/n might actually think you’re in love.”

Ace laughs, scratching the back of his head “Yeah, yeah.”

You laugh too. Because it’s just a joke… Right?

One night, you sit together on the deck, watching the ocean.

You fidget for a second before saying “The crew keeps calling us a couple”

Ace hums “Yeah?”

You glance at him “Why do you think that is?”

He leans back, arms behind his head, and grins “Probably because we act like one.”

You choke on your own breath “Excuse me?!”

Ace tilts his head “I mean, we do everything together. You always take my food, and I always let you. You always pull me out of trouble, and I always let you. Feels natural, doesn’t it?”

Your brain short-circuits.

Because now that you think about it... yeah, it does feel natural.

“…Ace,” you say slowly “Are we...?”

He looks at you, amusement flickering in his eyes “What do you think?”

Your stomach flips.

Because suddenly, you’re not sure where the habit ends and the feelings begin.

After this, Ace keeps flirting with you all the time.

It’s just who he is.

Winks across the deck. Throwing an arm around your shoulders. Calling you hot stuff like it’s your actual name.

You’re used to it.

But after the teasing from Marco and Thatch, after realizing that Ace treats you differently, you start to wonder.

Is he just playing around? Or is there something real underneath?

There’s only one way to find out.

The perfect opportunity comes one afternoon, when Ace flops down next to you on the Moby Dick’s deck, grinning.

“Hey,” he drawls, resting an arm behind his head “Miss me?”

You smirk “I saw you literally two hours ago.”

“That’s two hours too long.” He winks “Bet you were thinking about me the whole time.”

You hum, tilting your head “You really think that, huh?”

Ace chuckles “C’mon, you love me.”

You raise an eyebrow “Prove it.”

He blinks “Huh?”

You shift, leaning closer with a sly smile “You say all this stuff, Ace. You flirt, you tease... but are you actually serious?”

For the first time, he hesitates.

Just for a second, but it’s enough.

“…Of course I am,” he says, but his usual confidence isn’t all there.

You smirk “Then show me.”

Before he can react, you grab his hat, his precious hat, and plop it onto your own head.

Ace short-circuits.

“Oi! That’s...!” He reaches for it instinctively but stops mid-motion, staring at you.

You tilt the brim with a smirk “What? You said you liked me, right?”

Ace swallows “Y-Yeah?”

“Then just take it back.”

You expect him to snatch it back playfully.

What you don’t expect is for Ace to grin, eyes flickering with mischief, and suddenly tackle you onto the deck.

You yelp as he hovers over you, forearms braced on either side of your head.

The crew whoops in the background, but neither of you pay them any attention.

Ace smirks down at you “You think you’re funny, huh?”

You grin “A little.”

Ace shakes his head, chuckling, but then his expression softens.

He reaches up, tilts the hat back just enough to see your face properly.

And then without thinking he leans down and kisses you.

It’s grinning into the kiss kind of playful. It’s warm and teasing but full of something deeper.

And when he pulls back, face way too close, he murmurs “Now you gotta prove it.”

Your heart races.

You don’t back down. Instead, you tug him down by his necklace and kiss him again.

This time, Ace melts.

When you finally break apart, Ace huffs out a breathless laugh.

“Well,” he grins “Guess you do love me.”

You roll your eyes “Shut up.”

But you don’t stop him when he kisses you one more time.

Because, honestly?

He’s right.

── .✦ Sabo:

Sabo is easy to be around.

He’s kind, smart, and always ready to listen. He laughs at your jokes, never forgets your favorite things, and somehow always knows when you need him.

So it’s no surprise that you spend a lot of time together.

But apparently, the way you act around him is a little… suspicious.

It starts when you’re walking through the Revolutionary Army base with Koala.

“So,” she says casually “when are you and Sabo going to make it official?”

You nearly trip over your own feet “What?!”

Koala grins “Come on, don’t play dumb. You two already act like a couple.”

You scoff “No, we don’t.”

She raises an eyebrow “Oh really? Who’s the first person Sabo looks for when he gets back from a mission?”

“…Me.”

“Who’s the only person he lets borrow his gloves?”

“…Me.”

“And who’s the only one he lets fall asleep on his shoulder without complaining?”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Because—oh.

Oh.

Koala smirks “See what I mean?”

You shake your head “That doesn’t mean anything. We’re just close.”

She shrugs “If you say so.”

But now, you can’t stop thinking about it. You start noticing things, like how Sabo always finds a reason to sit next to you during meals, or how he reaches out to fix your collar or tuck your hair behind your ear like it’s normal, or how he always makes sure you have a blanket when you fall asleep at your desk, even though no one else gets that treatment.

And the worst part?

Now that you’re paying attention, everyone else is too.

“I swear, it’s like they’re married” one soldier mutters.

“They finish each other’s sentences” another whispers.

“Bet they don’t even realize” someone else chuckles.

You groan and drop your head onto the table.

Sabo, sitting beside you, blinks “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” you mumble.

He frowns, then wordlessly slides his drink toward you.

You stare at it “…Did you just give me your drink?”

He shrugs “You like it more than I do.”

You glance around. Several soldiers are watching now, smirking.

Slowly, you push the drink back to him.

Sabo looks confused “You don’t want it?”

Your face burns “Nope. I’m fine.”

He tilts his head, then shrugs and takes a sip.

The others snicker.

You sigh.

Later that night, you sit beside him on the rooftop, watching the stars.

“Sabo,” you say carefully “do we… act like a couple?”

He hums “Why?”

“People keep saying we do.”

Sabo leans back on his hands, thinking. Then he smiles “I guess I can see why.”

Your heart skips a beat “You can?”

“Well, we’re always together,” he says easily “I trust you more than anyone. You take care of me, I take care of you. Feels normal.”

You stare at him “That’s… kind of a couple thing, don’t you think?”

Sabo looks at you for a long moment. Then he smirks.

“Well,” he says, voice teasing but gentle “do you want it to be?”

Your breath catches.

And suddenly, the answer seems obvious.

Sabo has always been easy to be around.

You never have to force a conversation. Never have to second-guess his presence.

He’s just there, a steady warmth beside you, the hand that always steadies your back when you walk through the Revolutionary camp, the person you find yourself naturally leaning against when you’re tired.

And the thing is?

He never pulls away.

Even now, sitting beside you near the fire after a long day, his arm rests lightly along the back of your seat. Close enough to feel, but not demanding.

It’s natural.

But tonight, something’s different.

There’s a quiet between you, not uncomfortable, but charged with something unsaid.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly your head is resting against his shoulder, and instead of shifting away, Sabo just exhales softly, tilting his head against yours.

You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“…I like this” you murmur, barely thinking.

Sabo hums “Me too” A pause. Then... “I always have.”

Your heart stutters.

Slowly, you lift your head, turning just enough to meet his gaze.

His expression is calm, too calm, like he’s waiting for you to understand something he’s known for a long time.

And you do.

Because of course it was always him.

You don’t say anything. You don’t need to.

Instead, you reach up, gently tracing your fingers along his jaw.

Sabo closes his eyes briefly at the touch before opening them again, watching you with something unreadable, something deep.

Then, without hesitation, he leans in.

The kiss is slow, certain.

It’s not rushed, not desperate because this was never a question.

It was always going to be this.

When you part, Sabo lingers, his forehead resting against yours.

His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together easily.

“…Feels like we should’ve done that a long time ago” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours.

You smile “Maybe. But I think we got here at the right time.”

Sabo chuckles softly, squeezing your hand “Yeah. I think so too.”

And when he kisses you again, it feels like something that was simply meant to be.

[akisteahouse]

COURTING YOU? SINCE WHEN?! Featuring Heartslabyul!

requested ask from here!!!

According to rule 657 of the Queen of Hearts, offering a jar of homemade jam to one’s beloved on a Wednesday is an invitation to a courtship, and must be reciprocated in the next seven days lest the love be one-sided.

Riddle Rosehearts! Whose cheeks flushed rosy red when you presented him a jar of strawberry jam at one of Heartslabyul’s Unbirthday parties, even more so when you told him you made it yourself just yesterday, with the help of Trey(who had been standing off to the corner up until now, smiling like he knew something you didn’t…huh, weird). Covering his mouth with a napkin to hide the way his lips twitched upwards uncontrollably, the smile he couldn’t even stifle, no matter how hard he bit on his bottom lip before awkwardly clearing his throat, holding the jam like it was something important, something precious, especially with the way he cradled the jar right next to his heart. “Ahem. I… accept. Thank you very much.” Why the rest of Heartslabyul started to cheer and holler was beyond you, all the more when you finally noticed the state Riddle was in, fair skin reddened from his neck to the very tips of his ears, blueish-grey eyes firmly locked onto a very interesting patch of grass on the ground, looking anywhere but you(was he mad? Was there some kind of unspoken rule about giving someone jam?). Seeing Riddle less and less over the next few days, with Cater giggling something about how the redhead had practically locked himself in the kitchen for you, lol, and any attempts of visiting him failing horribly with Trey snickering as he swatted you away, chortling underneath his breath about how you’d probably find out, eventually… find out what? Seeing him once after interrogating Adeuce for his schedule, only for his face to bloom rose red at just the very sight of you, scuttling away like a startled mouse, muttering something about how it wasn’t done yet, running back to the kitchens to check up on whatever he’d been working on for the past few days now. Knocking on your dorm door at the eleventh hour, literally - it was past curfew already. Stiffly standing in your doorway, out of breath, almost as if he’d made a dash all the way here, cheeks flushed from exertion, or something else? holding a jar of…jam? “The rules state that an invitation of courtship must be reciprocated within seven days. There is still an hour, twenty minutes and fifty-four seconds left for today.” Twiddling with the edge of his sleeves as he nibbled his bottom lip, holding out the jam as if it were a peace offering. “I am aware that it may not be the best, however, I didn't want you to think your confession was one-sided.” Confession? “I wish to court you. Properly, this time. If you are unhappy with how my jam turned out, I will happily redo it for you.” Tone softening as his cheeks went rosy, looking at you for the first time in what felt like forever. “I do hope you accept my courtship. I truly love you, a-and i promise to treat you as well as the Queen of Hearts treated her king. So…shall we start our relationship? Together, this time, of course.” :)))))

An old-fashioned romance tradition in the Queendom of Roses would be gifting one’s beloved a clock set to six PM, which was taken from the legend of the Mad Hatter, signifying that they were always on their mind.

Trey Clover! Whose honey coloured eyes widened for just a moment when you’d presented him a cake-themed clock you’d bought for him a while back - sure, maybe it was broken and semi-permanently set to six PM, but it had a strange charm about it, and it was gift for him anyway, so why not? Laughing awkwardly as he took the clock from your hands, eyes shining with undeniable fondness, lips curled upwards with a smile that rivaled the sweetness level of his homemade tarts, powdered sugar dusted on and all. “I didn’t peg you for the traditional type.” Chuckling as he inspected the clock, thumb brushing its edges as if it were a cherished object gifted by the Queen herself, offering you a look so ridiculously fond it would be strange if you didn’t notice, even stranger by the fact that you’d only given him a broken clock - weird, but oh well. Bringing over a bouquet of flowers(meticulously trimmed and carefully arranged, the blooms the exact hue of your favourite colour) and some baked goods(freshly made the very same day in the Heartslabyul kitchen, with Trey smiling all the while as he made them - not like you would know, of course) the next time he visited your dorm, offering you nothing but a smart grin and the warmest gaze you’d seen from someone in Night Raven in general, fingertips brushing against yours for just a split second as he handed over the goods(“Just thought I’d return the favour. Thanks for the clock.” <33333). Handwritten notes appearing under your desk more often than not now, asking how your day went or sharing little tidbits of the writer’s very own day that he found interesting, and was it really a surprise to find out that the mysterious writer was Trey, when he signed off each note with ‘yours truly’, when he wrote you hearts and kisses at the end of every note? Finally, finally cornering the man after weeks of having to deal with his romantic pursuits(not that you’d minded, but still) and only receiving that signature smirk, pearly white teeth staring back at you. “What?” Feigning innocence, grinning at you so mischievously that you were beginning to wonder where that good-natured persona of Trey’s had gone(not that him being cheeky was bad, necessarily, but you could certainly tell he was having fun making your cheeks burn) “Weren’t you the one that started courting me first, with that old-fashioned tradition? I only thought about returning that favour.” ;))

An old romance poem from the Shaftlands that was popularised online spoke of a young couple running away from a monstrous black crow, hand in hand even though before they’d just had a row.

Cater Diamond! Who had been in a bit of a heated scuffle with you over one thing or the other, before having to run for his life after Crowley heard the two of you very loudly bickering in the library, and had randomly to give chase - dashing down the narrow halls so quickly your heels started to hurt from all the sudden stops you had to make, lest you wished to run headfirst into one of the the library’s many hardwood shelves(a fate you’d long since learned to avoid, ever since Cater had shown you that one video where a Heartslabyul senior bumped his head into it and had to stay in the infirmary for a concussion. RIP). Trying to make yet another quick break as you yanked his hand from whatever direction he had been attempting to go, making a mad rush to the library’s exit - eh, wait, this felt awfully similar to something you’d seen online before…oh well, you’d think about it later :) Ending up in a courtyard, out of breath and panting hard from your unwanted exercise, which must have been especially tough for poor Cater, judging by the way his cheeks were flushed pink, his fingers trembling in your grip. “You -“ The ginger barely managed to choke out, clearly still short-winded from the run, eyes wide and lashes rapidly fluttering, almost as if something unbelievable had occurred, about to say something, right before Crowley appeared again, dragging the both of you off to detention ://// (your hands entwined the entire trip there, Cater’s slender fingers locking into yours so tightly one would think that the two of you were a couple on their honeymoon phase, but that definitely wasn’t the case… right??) Sitting in detention silently for a few moments before he took out his phone that miraculously hadn’t been confiscated, small fangs showing in that overly bright smile he’d decided to flash you with, a question in a grin - a photo? “I can’t believe you got to do the trend before me, normally Cay-Cay’s on top of these kinds of things, y’know ?” He’d beamed, his right hand’s fingers still thoroughly laced around yours, his thumb tracing circles around your knuckles, as he raised his other hand to snap a quick selfie. “Cheese!” Emerald green eyes twinkling like gems at the photo, the all too familiar motion of his thumb moving the photo to a folder simply labelled <3, his smile cheery, his eyes brightening the way a stained glass window shone when it met the first day of morning light - how pretty. But why on earth was he so happy all of a sudden? “We should make this official. Wanna do matching bio’s on Magicam? Oh, and maybe we could vlog our first date too…” First date? Huh? “Oh, don’t worry - the blog footage will be for Cay-Cay’s eyes only.” Beaming as he stood up and stretched, offering you his hand to help you sup, cheeks dimpling and tinted pink. “Now, how does the skate park sound for a date? Don’t worry - if you fall, Cay-Cay’s definitely gonna come to your rescue!” :))

An old legend that originated in Clock town said that if two people tried to fix a broken watch together and ultimately failed, they’d turn out to be soulmates.

Deuce Spade! Who had lit up when you’d asked him to help fix your broken watch, though it did seem a little finicky, to the point where you’d offered your assistance halfway through - with Deuce starting to doubt his own technical skills as your watch spat out yet another faulty piece at him, the two of you struggling to get your rogue clock back together without failing terribly in the process. Kicking the bucket altogether after your nth attempt to piece your clock back together(with Deuce looking like a kicked puppy in the process, his eyes downcast and shoulders slumped), just as he seemed to perk up, just a little bit, like he’d just remembered something important, before scurrying off, pink-faced… had he forgotten to paint the roses red or something? Ace complaining about having to deal with now semi-permanently flushed Deuce, who seemed to be scuttling around you recently, always muttering something about how he hadn’t remembered that story since he was a kid and that it was his first time not being able to fix a watch, and since it was with you, was it a sign?…so of course you couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay!(as his friend.Totally.) Clumsily offering you help with anything you could ever think of - homework(mostly resulting in the both of you hunched over your worksheets, unless you asked him to help you with physical training), grocery shopping(where he insisted on holding all your grocery bags, no matter how much stuff you bought) or even fixing any of your other items (which he was much more successful at mending, in comparison to your watch.) Eyes darting everywhere in your dorm but you after seeing that broken watch perched neatly on your bedside table, face blooming a shade of pink that reminded you terribly of the flamingos the two of you had fed that week(your giggles echoing in his mind as one playfully nipped at your pant leg, his lips curling upwards before he could realise it, hugging the bag of bird feed he was holding like a plush, getting an odd look from the flamingo he’d momentarily forgotten to feed, thanks to staring at you), mind clearly coming to a halt. “Hahaha, why’d you keep that?” “Because it’s special to me?” “Oh. Haha, yeah!..stupid idiot why didn’t I think of that.” Ear tips rosy when you’d asked if you could visit his hometown and possibly meet his mother over the winter break, stuttering out something that sounded like a very eager yes, smiling so wide his cheeks must’ve started hurting - huh, maybe he was just really excited. Carefully wrapping a scarf around your neck as the both of you walked into Clock Town - “It can get cold here if you don’t wear enough protection.” And it must’ve been, why else would his cheeks burn such a furious shade of red? -, Deuce fidgeting with the watch on his wrist, talking to you so nervously you couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong. “I know I’m not exactly the best student, and that I fail and make mistakes that I can’t fix…but it’s just like that legend about the broken watch, right?” Wait, this sounded like… “So, I’d like to think that as long as we work hard, we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. Together.” :)))

In the Queendom of Roses, gifting one’s beloved a handmade daisy crown underneath the shade of a hundred-year-old tree is a well-known way to ask for one’s hand.

Ace Trappola! Whose face went as red as the heart-shaped marking on his left eye when you’d presented him with a flower chain to wear on his head made from your mindlessly plucked daisies from the meadow’s soil, muttering something about how the both of you were too young and that this was so cringe…yet still refused to give you back the flower crown from its spot on his head, ear tips flushed such a fierce shade of crimson that one would think he was trying to mimic the Queen herself! Scowling when Deuce pointed out the flowers a while later in lunch, yanking you by the arm and putting you in between him and the other like some sort of barrier - “What? They gave it to me, don’t make it weird.” Which was hard to do, with how Deuce had started spluttering apologies and turned pink, while Ace simply grinned smugly(still red faced), jauntily putting an arm around your shoulder, pressing your side to his, your cheeks pressed together (ignore how warm he was, how you could feel him breathing out when he finally let you go). Swatting away any and all allegations of being an absolute sap when you’d caught him pressing that daisy chain you’d gifted him, glaring at you with that all bark and zero bite look you’d grown used to fond of after so long, before pointing an accusatory finger at you - “Shaddup! You started this first.” Started? Started what? Ace glowering at you like a petulant toddler when you truly seemed lost at whatever he was talking about, picking up the pressed chain of raises like a weapon, shoving it in your face. “This means you asked to marry me.” Completely brushing aside your dumbfounded look to put the flower crown on his head, he continued. “This means I accept. No take-backs. You're stuck with me now.” ;)

hey, if you liked this… check out Savannaclaw’s, Octavinelle’s, Scarabia's, Pomefiore’s, Ignihyde’s or Diasomnia’s versions?

alternatively; check out the Heartslabyul masterlist?

[rea-grimm]

Vampire Ace

Ace invited you over for a cosy evening of movies and dinner, wanting to tell you something. You never expected how nervous he'd be. The air in his apartment was thick, filled with an unease you could cut with a knife. Outside the windows, night was falling, but inside, a tension hung in the air that had nothing to do with the darkness.

You sat across from him on the couch, hands clasped in your lap, trying to decipher the strange expression in his eyes. Ace, your Ace, who was usually so carefree and full of life, now looked like something was weighing on him.

"Ace? Are you alright?" you asked softly, reaching out to stroke his arm. His muscles tensed under your touch, which surprised you. He usually relaxed when you were near. What's more, his body felt unusually cold.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he mumbled, his gaze shifting away. You knew he was lying. You had known each other for too long, had been together for several years. 

You had shared so much that you thought you knew his every mood, his every thought. But this was something new, something that was clearly terrifying him. What could be bothering him so much?

"Ace, look at me," you urged, gently lifting his chin until his eyes met yours. They were restless and filled with what looked like fear. "What's going on? You can tell me anything, you know that."

Ace looked at you and knew you were right. He had wanted to tell you for a long time, but when it came down to it, he never could. 

"I... I have to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago," his voice was unusually weak, almost inaudible.

Your heart skipped a beat. Was it something bad? Some illness? Or maybe... another woman? That last thought stung, but you quickly pushed it away. Ace would never do that to you.

"Okay," you said calmly, trying to reassure him even as your own heart pounded wildly. "I'm here. I'm listening. What is it?"

Ace closed his eyes, as if gathering courage. When he opened them again, they were different. Red. And then, with a slow, fluid movement, his canines elongated. They were sharp and glistening.

Your heart stopped. Your breath caught in your throat. This couldn't be real. Vampires? In this day and age? It was like something out of a cheap novel, not your life. You stared at him, trying to process it, but your brain refused to believe what it was seeing.

"I'm... I'm a vampire," he said, his voice full of worry and resignation. He expected you to scream, to run away, to leave him. But you just sat there, staring, your mind taking seconds to recover from the shock.

"A vampire?" you repeated, still stunned, and there was more curiosity than fear in your voice. "Ace, that's... that's insane."

"I know," he mumbled, his red eyes fixed on you, searching for any sign of revulsion.

"But... does that change anything between us?" you asked yourself. Ace immediately shook his head.

"No, not at all. I just felt like I was constantly lying to you. I didn't want to hide it from you anymore," he admitted.

"Then... if you're a vampire, you're my vampire. And I love you, Ace. Whatever you are," you said and gently stroked his face.

Ace's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it. He expected rejection, horror, anything but this. His face was a mixture of relief and utter shock.

"You... you really..." but before he could finish, he hugged you and buried his face in your neck. 

He held you tight, as if you were something that was about to disappear, and whispered words of thanks.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me," he said, pulling away and nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"I do. Hmm, like... Blood... How does that work? Do you have to..." you asked the first thing that came to mind.

"I... I would never..." he said, his cheeks flushing.

"No, no, wait," you interrupted him. "I'm serious. How do you do it? And... if it's important to you, I'll let you. Just... be careful."

"You... you'd really do that?" His red eyes fixed on you, full of wonder.

"For you, yes," you said with a smile that calmed him. "I want you to be okay. And if this is what you need..."

Ace hesitated, his gaze scanning you as if trying to find some hidden trap. Then, slowly, he nodded. He carefully leaned toward you. You felt his breath on your neck, hot and fast. 

His fangs gently touched your skin, and then you felt only a slight prick, like from a needle. Nothing more. No pain, no horror. Just a slight tingle. Ace immediately stopped, waiting for your reaction.

"Are you alright?!" he asked against your skin, his voice full of worry. "I... I didn't mean to..."

"Ace, calm down," you said, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. Really. Nothing happened to me."

With a sigh of relief, he pressed against you again, this time with more confidence. You felt him suck gently, and surprisingly, it wasn't unpleasant. It was more... strange. 

And then, in the midst of it all, you noticed that his sucking had slowed down. His breathing deepened. You knew about his narcolepsy, those unexpected moments when he suddenly fell asleep. 

But never, never had it happened in the middle of something so... intimate. And like this. With a quiet snore, his body relaxed, and he slumped into your lap.

You stared at him. He was sleeping. Do vampires sleep in the middle of a meal? This was... unexpected. You shook him gently, even though you knew it usually didn't help.

"Ace? Ace, are you alright?" No answer. Just quiet, regular breathing. Blood was still slowly trickling down your neck, warm and sticky. Panic began to creep in. You knew he had fallen asleep, but what now? Should you leave him? What about your wound?

Minutes stretched into hours. Blood still trickled down your neck and shoulder, and you dabbed at it with tissues. And then, with a sharp inhale, Ace finally woke up. His eyes opened, at first hazy, then widened as he realised what had happened. His gaze fell on your neck, on the blood. Panic appeared in his eyes.

"Oh, god, Y/N! I... I fell asleep! I'm such an idiot! I'm so, so sorry!" He quickly bit his finger, just a small dot. 

The blood formed a drop on his finger, which he gently rubbed on the wound on your neck. You immediately felt a tingling, a warmth, and then, as quickly as it appeared, the pain disappeared. The wound on your neck healed as if it had never been there.

"Ace, you're okay," you asked.

"I'm not! I'm completely useless! What if I had seriously hurt you?!" His voice was full of self-criticism.

"Ace, calm down," you said, taking his face in your hands. "I'm fine. Really. Nothing happened to me. And I know what would fix it."

"What?"His red eyes looked at you, full of confusion.

You tapped your cheek, and he immediately understood what you meant. But his mouth was still bloody, so he wasn't sure if it was a good idea.

And then you kissed him. Gently, sweetly, with all the love you felt for him. Ace hesitated at first, his lips still bloody, but then he relaxed and returned the kiss.

When you pulled away, his face was red, but not from blood. It was from embarrassment, from love.

"You... you're really unbelievable," he mumbled, hugging you tightly and burying his face in your hair. "I don't deserve you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

You held him tight, feeling his heartbeat, and you knew that whatever Ace was, he was yours. And you were his. And that's all that mattered.

Ace Masterlist

[wakacchi]

Three's a crowd in the house ♪.*⁽⁽ ◝꒰´꒳`∗꒱◟ ₎₎₊·* Trappola sibling is my second favorite after the Kingscholar sibling~

More and more you can have from my ko-fi here!

[gatitties]

Hello! I have more asks, sorry)

something kinda funny, trust me, a scenario where the Whitebeard crew save a young girl, who worked in a bar as a waitress dressed as a bunny, from being killed by a maniac who was chasing her, after they save her (Ace did most of the work) they decide to party on the ship, and she does volunteer work as a waitress, and she has fun seducing the mens, but, she finds a perfect victim, Ace, she seduces him, watching him blush and hide her face in the hat (what she likes to do most with him and only him, is whisper in his ear, run her fingertips over his face and chin, play with his hair, kiss his face and temple, and try to seduce him) but, everything is taken as a joke, the ending is up to you, YN just likes to tease Ace to see his reactions, which is very cute, she genuinely fell in love with Ace.

Something fluff and funny!!! Kiss kiss

The same but with Shank's crew, YN fall in love after Shank's save her, then do party, she go to the party to work volunteer and start tease Shanks, but, Shanks is also someone who likes to tease, and I can see that in him, he also plays with YN's own weapon, he seduces her, teases her, and in the end, YN becomes the victim of Shank's kisses (and she loves it )

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─Ace & Shanks x waitress!reader

─Summary: Even though you are no longer obligated to do so, you like to flirt

─Warnings: none

─The problem wasn't your job, or even the clothes (which were somewhat comfortable in their own way, though not always), but rather some of the customers, and especially your boss, who had an abusive contract.

─You love flirting with your customers; your hands move gently over them to seduce them, whispering soft words in their ears, which means more tips for you, less money for your boss.

─You didn't expect that trying to seduce Ace the first time he walked into the bar would end in your and the other girls' liberation.

─The change was definitely nice now that you had more freedom and weren't tied to your boss.

─And you agreed to travel with them, not permanently, but to get away from that bar.

─You no longer feel obligated to work; you wear your uniform whenever you want, changing it, adding other accessories, or getting other themed costumes to surprise the crew.

─Ace feels completely captivated by your presence, from the first time he saw you, the way you smiled at him, the way your eyes seemed to sparkle, your movements... he felt like he could never get enough of you.

─That's not even considering your flirtatious personality, you love to tease him with fleeting touches on his face, little kisses, just to play with him, unaware that you were also getting tangled up with your feelings.

─Despite all the playfulness between you two, you're both quite dense and take a long time to realize that you both like each other.

─Practically the entire crew knew about your relationship before it began.

─ It was instantaneous; Shanks's mere presence was enough to make the entire bar stop for a few seconds, seconds in which you couldn't tear your gaze away from the redhead, just like he.

─ As if it were written, you both sparked interest at first sight, so you did what you like best: flirting with him, although your flirtatiousness didn't work until he'd had a few drinks.

─ When he discovered the bad situation and the abusive relationship with your boss, he almost destroyed the place so you and the other girls could have better working conditions.

─ It was almost impossible not to accept his offer to go with him, forget about that hovel, and live a less stressful life, so you didn't think twice, it's not every day a Yonko offers you a spot on his ship.

─So you started flirting with Shanks even more, and he loved that game, he loves the way you play with his hair, the way your fingers brush his chin, his cheeks... but just enough to leave him wanting more.

─Your crush becomes very noticeable after a while, although you think it won't come to anything and that your now captain just likes to flirt with you just for fun.

─Which makes you stop flirting with Shanks for a bit, which he notices immediately, missing your touch, your whispers, and playful teasing.

─He won't last a day without you and he will look for you, seeking that playful affection, because without knowing it, he's fallen in love with you too.

[elanele]

also, please specify what kind of writing it is… the number of times I started reading something and found out in 3 short paragraphs that it was not something I was in the mood for is honestly sad

Still, thank you to everyone who writes and publishes 🫶🏻

I DON’T WANT SMUT I WANT FLUFF OR SOME GOOD ASS ANGST GOD DAMN IT