#i promise that no matter what it looks like this fanfic will be sweet

[owensgrumpyoranges]

Y'know what's even more heartbreaking than Ein and Tesla waking up to Welt being dead? They had no clue.

I'm writing ✨a scene✨ and going over all the Jan. 1st deaths.

They saw Finn go down. They heard Edison go. They probably assumed Reanna died- they saw Otto taking over her body.

But they didn't know about Welt or Erwin.

As far as I can tell, they fell into a coma right after Otto stabbed them with the Divine Key.

It looks like Erwin managed to wake Welt up before dispersing, and then he went and did his heroics... and he and Reanna died.

(I also found something about Margaret, AKA the AEVN's biggest mystery. It seems that Otto killed her, or at the very least paralyzed her. Figures.)

Anyway. Imagine, Ein's just woken up... and Tesla is right beside her, doing fine. Welt was with them last they knew... so where is he? Is he in a different room? Did he wake up already? Where is he?

And poor Emma, who already had to tell Lieserl that Carl died, three years ago that day... has to do it again, but knows that it is so much worse this time.

Because, no matter what she said, she loved him.

Lieserl loved him.

[fizziepopangel]

A Surprise For You, My Dear

* Author’s note: In this story, I’m going to interpret Alastor’s asexuality and aromanticism as more fluid than it seems to be canonically. Also, this is my first fanfic so please keep that in mind if it's shit... That being said, I hope you enjoy!

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Alastor. The radio demon. Everyone knew the radio demon, and though he had been gone for quite a while, most still feared him upon his return, but not me. Because he was different from me. Softer, kinder, more genuine. It wasn’t a relationship, at least I didn’t think it was, but I still enjoyed my time with Alastor; the dancing, the laughter we both shared, every moment left me in awe of the man that had come to be feared by so many.

“You gonna answer me or not?” Husk snapped, pulling me from my thoughts. 

I tried to cover my embarrassment that struck me when I realized that I hadn’t been listening to the old bartender at all despite having been the one that came and started conversing with the man. I sat up a little straighter and looked over at the bar cat. “Sorry, I… my mind was somewhere else. What did you say?”

Husk rolled his eyes. “I’m goin’ out with Angel tonight but that damn pig of his is sick. I think the little shit got into my whiskey when Angel brought him down here last night. Angel wants to know if you’ll watch him.” He takes a long sip of whiskey in his glass. “So you up for it?”

Although I loved Fat Nuggets and would usually jump at the chance to spend time with the sweet little pig, I shook my head. “Sorry, I have plans with Alastor.” I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Al said he has a surprise for me tonight…”

“Right.” Husk gives me an unimpressed look that seems to say something along the lines of fuck you without outright saying fuck you. “Your boyfriend and your date night.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I say awkwardly. “I mean.. I don’t think so…I mean, I… I just… I like him but its, it’s…” I sigh deeply, a heat rising in my cheeks. “Shut up, Husk.”

 “Whatever.” Husk says in his usual empty sarcastic tone. “Guess Angel and me’ll just stay in with the pig tonight…” I watch as he turns, grabbing a glass and beginning to polish it with a rag that ironically  didn’t all that clean.

“Oh… sorry, Husk…” I mumble awkwardly, suddenly feeling a bit like a dick for essentially denying the couple a night out. I knew they both deserved it but I just couldn’t bring myself to say that I would cancel on Alastor when he made the night out seem so special. “I…” I trail off for a moment, feeling the other demon’s judging eyes despite his back still being turned to me as he continues to polish glasses on the shelf behind the bar. “I’m gonna go get ready to meet Alastor. I’ll see you later, and maybe I can take Fat Nuggets another time?”

I receive a grunt in reply, but as I get off my barstool, I hear the old demon grumble under his breath…. A simple warning. “Just… Be careful around Alastor, kid…. You been having a rough enough time without his bullshit” He says, not even sparing me a glance as the words left his lips. I promise him I will, knowing that he’s only looking out for me… Husk always told me that, or at least something along those lines…. But this time felt different; this time it sent a spear of anxiety through my chest and made my mind wander to what everyone in hell knew about Alastor versus the Alastor that I knew. The Alastor that I loved despite knowing he probably didn’t and would never feel the same about me… when I really thought about it, I did wonder why the man had taken such a liking to me. I wasn't indebted to him, I had no real power in hell or the hotel, and even I knew that no matter what version of Alastor was on display, he didn't keep people around without a reason. 

My thoughts continued to wander from one shitty thought to the next as I went up to my room to change for our little hang out. I was so lost in the whirlwind of thoughts when a knock at the door jolted me from where I sat in my room.

“Darling,” Alastor’s cheery, sing song voice. “Are you ready to go?”

Despite the fact that I had just been questioning my entire purpose in his life and why my companionship was so valued by him, I practically tripped over my own two feet trying to get to the door. “Al!” I beam the second I see him. “I thought we were supposed to meet up? What are you doing here?”

Sporting his signature smile, the usually detached demon waltzed into my room, grabbing me and spinning me around. “I thought we could make our way to our outing together, hmm?” He says as I giggle. “What do you say, my dear? May I escort you to the roof for your surprise?” Alastor’s smile faded into a warmer grin as he held out his hand in invitation, waiting for me to take it.

When I took his hand and let him lead me through the halls of the hotel toward the roof, it felt as if all at once the anxieties that had been gnawing away at my gut just melted away ... it was like butterflies just swarmed my insides.

“What is this big surprise, Al?" I giggle as he whisks me up to the roof, stopping just outside the door. 

“Now, I know that you've had a rough week, and that you've been absolutely dying to see that new horror film…” He said giddily. “And I've set something up that I think you'll enjoy very much.”

A frown crossed my face for a moment. I had mentioned wanting to see the horror movie that came out last weekend, and I had been pretty having a shitty week, but I wasn’t sure where Alastor was going with this surprise since he wouldn’t dare touch a tv that would stream the movie. “Yeah…?” I laugh lightly as we stand in front of the door. “What, did you find someone to go to the movies with or something?”

“Not quite.” I can actually heat the excitement in his voice as he opens the door and pulls me through it. “What do you think?”

“Alastor…” I breathe, looking around at the rooftop. There’s twinkle lights strung up all over and blankets and pillows and wine sitting and a basket of my favorite snacks all sitting beside a projector pointed at the wall beside the door. “This is…”

“Oh, but wait, there’s more!” Alastor said, his shadow hitting play on the projector. The beginning sequence of the movie I had been dying to see popping up.

My eyes lit up and despite myself, I launched myself into the radio demon’s arms, eliciting a small ‘oof’ from the man before I felt his arms snake around me. “Alastor, this is amazing! I love it!” I looked up at the man who everyone around me seemed so terrified of, the man my friends warned me to be careful around. “Did you really do this for me?”

“Why of course!” The man smiled down at me, pulling me a bit closer than he usually did before his head dipped just a bit lower and I felt him place a soft kiss on my forehead. “I would do anything to make you happy, my sweet little radio wave.” 

My heart stopped for just a moment before it began racing, hammering against my ribcage as the butterflies in my stomach went wild. “Al…” Before I could stop myself, I found my lips connecting with his and despite his usual aversion to touch and romance and anything that could even possibly lead to sex, he pulled me a bit closer. 

When he didn't pull away, it felt like electricity crackling in my veins. I felt like every star in the sky aligned perfectly as he held me. It felt perfect, it felt right. 

Radio static cracked in the air around us and Alastor’s face was just a light shade of red, no doubt mirroring my own embarrassment at what I had just done.

“Well then, “ Alastor cleared his throat, the static seeming to fade a bit as he straightened his jacket and held his hand out to me. "Shall we sit down and watch the movie?” I take his hand and nod wordlessly, afraid that I would ruin what was certainly a perfect moment if I uttered even a word or asked him to define our relationship.

Alastor showed me to my seat on the blanketed area he had set up, I immediately sank into the soft pillows and blankets, and smiled as he sat down beside me. The movie began to play and as the opening credits began to roll, I knew I should at least thank him for all of this since I knew it was a show of care he reserved for only those he loved on some level, but before I could form a coherent sentence, I felt it… His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to his own body.

“I don’t think I could’ve made this anymore perfect if I tried, Al.” I sigh softly, resting my head against his chest and listening to the quiet, steady crackle of radio static that always seemed to emit from the demon. Although he set this movie night up for me, I’m not even watching the movie, but rather, just trying to soak up this moment before it slips away. “Thank you.”

Alastor chuckles, his hand gently coming to rest on my chin. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in, our lips hovering just apart from one anothers. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, my dear.” The static completely stops and his whisper tickles my lips as he catches them in another soft kiss.

The week had been shitty, but this… This was perfect.

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[misswynters]

Rightful Heir

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Gwayne Hightower

[synopsis: what if rhaenyra and gwayne got together. this is just a drabble (just the beginning)

note | pls don’t just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned

[a/n: might make a fanfic for them on ao3, takes place in s1

Sunset painted King's Landing in warm, golden hues, the Red Keep basking in the evening's soft glow. The bustling city below began to quiet, merchants and townsfolk winding down for the day. In a secluded garden within the castle, hidden from prying eyes, Rhaenyra and Gwayne Hightower found a moment of peace.

Rhaenyra sat on a stone bench surrounded by blooming flowers and lush greenery, the air filled with the sweet scent of jasmine. Gwayne stood beside her, his hand gently brushing against hers, their fingers intertwining. His presence was a comforting balm to the stress and tension of the court, a reminder of the love and support that anchored her.

"I've always loved this time of day," Rhaenyra murmured, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun dipped below the city. "Everything feels so calm, so serene."

Gwayne smiled, his gaze soft as he looked at her. "It's even more beautiful when you're here with me," he said, his voice warm and sincere.

Rhaenyra blushed, a smile spreading across her face. "You always know how to make me feel special," she replied, leaning into him. "Thank you for that."

Gwayne chuckled, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of her hand. "It's easy to make you feel special because you are special, Rhaenyra. You're the light in my life, the one who makes everything brighter."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with affection. "And you are my rock, Gwayne. I don't know what I would do without you."

Gwayne's heart swelled with love for her, the intensity of his feelings evident in his eyes. He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You'll never have to find out," he promised. "I'm here for you, always."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. The garden was their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves without the weight of their responsibilities. Gwayne's arm wrapped around Rhaenyra, pulling her closer as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Do you ever think about the future?" Rhaenyra asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Every day," Gwayne replied, his voice equally gentle. "And in every vision of it, you're always by my side."

Rhaenyra smiled, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. "My heart swells with joy hearing you say that, my lord."

Gwayne nodded, his lips brushing against her hair. "You are my delight" he echoed, his voice filled with unwavering certainty.

The moment stretched on, filled with unspoken promises and the quiet comfort of their love. As the last light of the day faded, Rhaenyra and Gwayne held each other close, knowing that no matter what the future held, they would face it hand in hand.

[a/n: if i make a series or what not and would like to be tagged let me know <3

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[violettduchess]

A/N: This won the poll and it was such fun to write 💜

Clavis x Reader

Prompt: Kissing While Laughing

WC: ~560

“Where do you think you’re going? It’s about to pour!”

“Ack, Jin! My goodness, you scared me. I wanted to bathe and wash my hair but realized I don’t have any more soap. I was hoping to hurry into town and buy some quickly before it starts raining.”

“Look, the first drops are already falling. C’mon. I’ve got something you can have. Clavis gave it to me a few months ago for my birthday but I’ve never even opened it.”

“Really? Aw, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much!"

Half an hour later

“CLAVIS!!!!!”

“I’m here, sweet wife, but I thought you said you wanted a moment’s peace in order to— Oh......Oh my……”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“Me? I-my goodness, that certainly is……a look.”

“I borrowed the shampoo you gave Jin for his birthday and now I look like this!!!”

“You did what? Oh….oh....oh dear, my sweet lamb, my darling. W-why would you do that?”

“Clavis, stop giggling! This isn’t funny. LOOK AT MY HAIR!”

“I-It’s a most fetching shade of……what can we call it? Sunset? Marigold?”

“Clavis! IT’S BRIGHT ORANGE!! I look terrible….."

“Oh no, no my sweetheart. Don't sob. Come here, come to me. That’s right. Let your fantastic husband offer you the sweet comfort of his embrace and–ow!”

“WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THIS TO JIN?!”

“Because it's funny! Don’t tell me the notion of that ladies man suddenly having hair the color of an orangutan isn't funny!”

“I LOOK LIKE AN ORANGUTAN?!”

“No, no my dearest one. No, you don’t. Come, let’s sit on the bed. That’s right, here’s a tissue. Come here, my love. Right here, let me hold you close. Ahhhh, isn't that better?”

....Sniffle....

“Now, let’s wipe away those pesky tears from your angelic face. While it certainly is a change….I can assure you, the color will fade in a few days.”

....Sniffle.... “Promise?”

“Yes, my sweet lamb. I made it myself. I know it will. Now.......come here, Mrs. Lelouch, and let me kiss you.”

“I look like a carrot," you whisper sorrowfully, barely able to get the word "carrot" out.

Clavis bursts into soft laughter, cupping your sweet but oh so glum face in his hands, gently wiping away the last stray teardrops.

“You are a most ravishing carrot.” He presses a kiss to the corner of your eye, cradling your cheek in his palm.

“I’m a pumpkin.” But your voice is wavering with the threat of laughter, a shadow of a smile on your lips.

“You are absolutely the most alluring pumpkin that has ever existed.” His mouth is by your ear, his teeth playfully nipping at your earlobe.

“I’m a clownfish.” You can't hold back anymore and your voice breaks with laughter on the word "clownfish."

His laughter intertwines with yours, creating the melody of a happy couple. He nuzzles your damp but still extremely orange hair. “You are the most attractive, beguiling clownfish in the whole sea.”

“Oh, Clavis.” You can’t stop giggling as you shake your head. He leans forward, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips.

“My beautiful sweet potato,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours. “My exotic tangerine.” With a gentle push you fall back onto the bed and he is above you, a tender hand brushing the bright locks away from your face, his golden eyes aglow with affection.

“My darling, my sweetheart….let me show you how very much I adore you, always and forever, no matter what color your hair may be.”

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[ieatangstforbreakfast]

“Love you a little too much.”

Pairing ೃ⁀➷ Earth 42! Miles Morales x Fem! Reader

Summary ೃ⁀➷ Lovers have secrets of their own, no matter how much they come to trust each other, whether it be a past mistake or an unspoken trauma. For you and Miles, however, your secrets came in the form of hidden identities— one being a masked vigilante, and the other a mastermind.

Genre ೃ⁀➷ Forbidden love, mutual pining, eventual angst♡

Tags ೃ⁀➷ Both are artists, reader is from a very wealthy family, both are living double lives, underaged smoking, reader is female and uses she/her pronouns, forbidden love (ish?), swearing, daddy issues, mommy issues, reader is unhinged, both are mentally unstable, lots of flirting.

Author's Note ೃ⁀➷ so I kinda switched it up and in this fanfic, reader is the one giving mixed signals.

Chapter 2: The Secrets You Keep

Warning ೃ⁀➷ Profane language, underaged smoking, mixed signals, horrible Spanish, mommy issues.

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Silvery pavements, busy streets, neon lights, and brick-cold air.

New York never truly rests, as they say. A concrete jungle where dreams were once made of. All of what was once so promising about the Yorker dream was plucked out individually with each passing year; money, careers, romance, and peace. Even now, you try to find the beauty of what was once the New York your mother adored, yet what only stared back was this desolate, tragic dystopia. A city that's fallen to ruin.

As the traffic unknots, Miles gently nudges you to the inner part of the sidewalk— subtly shielding you away from the vehicles.

Gentlemen, your mother used to always say. You'll find them not in the fineness of their clothes, but in the way they treat their women.

You can almost picture her, sitting right in front of you with that sickly sweet grin on her face, pearls hanging from her neck and mascara running down her cheeks. Buried beneath her wedding band was a dying cigarette, to which she pulls to slip in between her lips— taking consecutive sips.

There was almost never a time your mother was a mess.

Almost.

Staring at your mother was like staring into a wretched mirror. You were everything she could've been, and she was all you might become.

There was nothing more frightening than looking into your future and finding nothing promising.

"Hey, that's new." And Miles, yet again, pulls you out of your murky thoughts.

"What is?" You pique, the sight of the city dragged back into your sights. Miles points at the ivy-covered building in front of you. It gleamed in warm colors inside, a sight utterly fitting of the autumn season. Its wide, Palladian windows were embellished with orange curtains and striped green dormers. Atop the roof sat a sign, the name of the establishment written in bold, vermilion cursive. You were lulled by the smell of s'mores, hot chocolate, and pie— all the sweet things that reminded you of your precious childhood memories. It had you standing there, reminiscing over the times that were long gone.

"I think it's a café and a book store. Two in one, pretty neat." Miles mentions, looking over to the sight of you. The store's lights seeped out the windows, its golden hues gleaming over your face, highlighting your lashes. You were too lost in thought to even notice his staring.

"How pretty." You airily whispered.

"Yeah." Miles replies, sights still glued onto you.

His gaze soon lowers, noticing your trembling hands fiddling with the hem of your hoodie— a habit the both of you shared. Hesitantly, he lifts his finger, urging to intertwine it with yours.

"Do you think I can apply as a part-timer there?"

He shoves his hands down his pocket instead.

“You wanna apply?”

“Yeah. I wanna save up for summer.”

He raised a brow. “That’s still next year, though?”

“I’m planning on going on a road trip.” You began, a clear view of your plans surfacing in your mind. “I’m getting my driver’s license next year too, so I really want to make the most of it.”

“Driver’s license?”

“Yeah, I’m sixteen.”

“Damn,” Miles shook his head in amusement. “Y’know, I tend to forget you’re older than me.” He then places his hand next to your temple, aligning it with his shoulder. “And it doesn’t help that you’re… This short.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And of course, Miles indeed didn’t shut the fuck up.

"… Y’know, I bet you'd walk out on your first day with an arson charge."

The two of you meet gazes once more. Miles looked at you with a dead stare, as if he was serious. "What? You're the one talking shit about wanting to go to jail."

"Yeah, I'm boutta fulfill that part of my checklist after I'm done strangling you."

He raised his brows, subtly amused. "Kinky."

You try to slap his arm, but he manages to dodge your hit. He stares deep into your oh-so-fiery glare, cheeks bursting from laughter.

"Look at'chu, you fight like a munchkin from the wizard of Oz."

Pulling your sleeves up, you ready yourself to brawl. "Yeah? Talk your shit, Tin Woodman."

“Oh, I will talk my shit, lollipop gild.”

Amidst your squabble, you and Miles push and pull against one other, lightly shoving each other off like little kids. Your fingers dig into the cloth of his jacket, gripping against his chest with fingers like steel. Though your little plan of shaking him by the collar is spoiled when an itch suddenly burns your nose. You turn around and sneeze, pulling away from his grasps.

".. God, I hate the cold."

He feigns a grimace, taking a step back. "Eww, germs."

"Shut up, you—“

"Stay away, you bubonic plague virus haver."

As you try to search for a comeback, you feel the same itch burn your nostrils— inevitably putting your words on hold. Miles watches as you placed your icy hands over your mouth, sneezing a couple more times. You could almost feel the cold climb up your arms like a ladder, leaving you a shivering mess. Some sort of heat begins to poke in the back of your neck, as though you were flustered like a little girl with a crush. You pull your sleeves down, stabbing your nails into your palm. Miles takes this moment to go behind you, his hands reaching out to unzip your bag. He probes inside in search of your scarf, the long silk pouring out with the grip of his fingers, like [f/c] bleeding into his palm.

As you sniff, the boy turns to you, gently wrapping the cloth over your neck. You look up, beholding the sight of a serious Miles who was too preoccupied with tying the scarf, mumbling about what's the point of bringing the damn thing if you weren't even gonna use it.

“M’not even gonna get a bless you?” You tease.

“You got me: the biggest blessing of your life. What more do you need?”

You hum. “Lots of sleep and an essential oil bath bomb.”

“The fuck’s an essential oil bath bomb?”

“What I need.”

As he finished, he slowly smoothes out the creases with both palms, looking up to meet your stare.

"… What'chu looking at?"

With an airy laugh, you reply. "Just.. You."

His hands pause, yet they stay on your scarf.

"... Idiot." Miles mumbles, grip tightening. "Stop lookin’ at me like that."

"Like what?"

Like you'd follow me to the end of the earth.

"Like a dumbass." He casually answers, flicking his nails over your forehead. "Now get moving, I’ve gotta get you home.”

Miles look over to the café once more, a hand over your shoulder. Slowly, it slips off and trails down your arm before falling to his side. Instinctually, his finger lifts to reach out for your own, though it drops when he hears a buzz in your pockets.

Despite the amount of times it rang, you simply ignored the damn thing. Eventually you did reach out for it, but without even glancing once at the texts, you set it all on 「☾ Do Not Disturb.」

It was only then, as each street passed, that Miles began noticing how the both of you were slowly exiting Brooklyn's poorest areas and started entering what seemed to be the finer parts of the borough. From skeletal buildings and desolate apartments, colorful brownstones appeared before his eyes— showered in leaves of scarlet and orange. It was the sort of Brooklyn you'd find in the movies, the dreamy sort of Brooklyn it used to be three years ago.

An immediate fresh breath of nostalgia.

There was that tiniest hope that lingered deep inside of him, believing that Brooklyn’s still savable.

Eventually, the both of you spot the local Gristedes down the road, the building growing larger with each step. Miles opted to slow his steps down, just to walk longer with you and yet, you paced hurriedly. He follows the sight of your silhouette prancing around, admiring you from afar. When you can no longer sense him, you turn around and halt your walk, waiting for him to keep up. Miles hurriedly jogs to meet you, humming a sweet tune when a sort of blurry vision clouds his mind.

A piercing pain shoots through his temple, making him wince. For a moment, his vision blurs and spots of red taint his eyes. Suddenly, you appear before him in the midst of a fire— glaring at him with such hatred. Your silhouette appears as a dark burgundy, taking center in a world set ablaze.

You call out his name in the feverish illusion.

"Miles."

He winces, taking a step back.

"Miles!"

Suddenly, he's pulled back into reality with your voice.

There you stood, eyes so riddled with worry.

"... What..?"

"Are you okay?" You walk back to him, placing a hand over his forehead. "Are you sick? What happened?"

He gasps for air, but only once. Seeing you now, looking so worried about him, it was enough confirmation that what he saw was all just a dream.

But what in the hell what was that?

As your hand presses against his cheek, Miles cups over it with his own, following the lead of your voice to find peace. "Sorry," He finally spoke, voice too much of a whisper for you to process. "It’s like I hallucinated or sum.”

You click your tongue. "You just had one hit of vape, man, the fuck you on?”

He mumbles an incoherent explanation, to which you grumble. “Do you need medicine? Maybe I can—“ You frantically turn your head in search of a place. “Maybe we can go somewhere and get you some medicine.”

“I’m fine, ma, don’t get all riled up.”

“You’re hot.”

“I know.”

“Not in that way!”

“Ouch.”

“I’m just– I’m worried about you, Miles.”

“Oh, are you now?” He teased, placing a hand over yours.

Miles gently places your hand down, eventually taking your other and burying them both in his palms. Your hands were much smaller and softer compared to his. Like velvet to leather, a paw to a claw.

He gently squeezed, an urge to hold them forever ringing in his mind. Miles looked up to see you and the way your eyes traveled from his hands, to his chest, up to his chin, and then straight into his gaze.

“Do continue worryin’ about me.” He whispers. “I’m feelin’ very special right now.”

You scrunched your brow, looking up with the softest gaze you ever endowed.

“Oh, is that right?”

“Mhm.”

It was enough to steal the air from his lungs. Of all the things, Miles didn't fear for this to all be a dream, he feared that this would all just be a game to you. Dreams would mean that this wasn't you, but a trickery of his mind— his anxiety. He'd be able to keep you once he wakes up. But since this was real, he'd have to suffer through the pain of either losing you or hating you, none of which were choices he liked.

He found you most confusing at times like these.

Most of the time, you were an open book. Your mouth was unfiltered, whether it be in conveying your emotions or saying the most out of pocket things, but at the same time, you often kept to yourself. He hardly heard anything about your family, your friends, or your life— aside from a few side stories you'd recall in the midst of reminiscing— other than that, you kept a lot of secrets.

And he didn't want to invade your privacy, or overstep your boundaries. He figured you'd tell him someday: the things that would bother you, or the memories that'd make you zone out for a few seconds.

He was too afraid of you finding out who he was. Too afraid of losing you, or hating you.

But moments like these were a detriment to his rationality.

In that icy weather, all that made Miles shiver was you.

“Miles.” You called out his name again. “... I think.. I have to go.”

Unconsciously, he mutters. “Already?”

“We’ll see each other again tomorrow.” You couldn’t help but comfort of him. “I promise.”

Let’s meet in our little place. I won’t call it my home, because home is wherever you go.

He swallows the lump that had formed at his throat, hesitantly releasing your hands. “Okay.” He sighs. “Okay, get home safely.” He detangles your fingers, savoring the warmth of your skin. You pivot your heel to leave, pulling your hood over your head. Miles simply watches as you walk and turn one last time.

“Bring your sketchbook next time, alright?”

He nods. “I will.”

“Buh-bye.” You wave one final time. Miles raised his hand to bid you adieu.

If only you knew.

As you disappear down the block, Miles clutches the notebook carefully hidden in his inner pocket.

It was at that moment, Miles couldn’t help but ponder.

How could I show you my sketchbook when all it’s filled of is you?

Uh, uh, catch me ridin’ like a bitch

Got the six forty-five, catch me ridin’ with my bitch

Uh, long hair, Lana, that’s my bitch

Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh

The radio eases down with the volume upon the flick of a finger.

“How was she?”

Snapped from the voice of his uncle, Miles’ head perks up. An icy water bottle flies past Aaron’s hand, tossing it over to Miles as it landed straight into his palms. “Did’ya finally tell her?” He adds, to which the boy slumps deep into his seat and grumbles.

Drenched in sweat and small bruises, Miles took his well-deserved break atop his uncle’s couch— chest rising and falling with each heave, wifebeater all soaked. He squints at the ceiling while lazily popping the cap off the bottle. “I don’t even have to tell her, man. She knows— I know she knows, but I dunno if- if she likes me too or if she’s jus playin’ w’me.” Miles manages to rant in between heavy breaths, mind and body completely exhausted from training. Aaron sits by his side, dragging a towel over his neck.

“Yikes. What makes you think that?”

The cold water smoothly flushes down his throat, easing his fatigue. “She flirts with me more than I flirt with her— damn, I can’t even get a single line in.”

“.. You like a chick that’s got more game than you?” Aaron reiterates, amused by what he’s hearing. He laughs at Miles’ frustrated face, shaking his head. “You sure you’re my nephew, man?”

“Oh, I’ve got game.” The boy defends himself. “I held her hands and everythin’. She’s prolly hella into me too.”

“Or, she just plays the game better than you do.”

“Nah—“ Miles denies, but it makes him think. “Nah, she’s into me. I’m sure of it, but I think she’s kind of like… Denying it or I dunno.”

He recalls the way you scrunched your brows, and looked up at him as though he was all you could ever want to look at. It’s got him zoning out, nibbling on the brim of his bottle like a nervous little pup. Aaron simply shrugs. “I’m just sayin’, Miles, it’s not like y’all are in the Titanic. I don’t see why she wouldn’t go for ya.”

“I mean,” He scavenges for the right words to say. “I mean, what if she’s like.. Not ready or sum?”

“… How old is she?”

“Sixteen.”

Aaron’s head spun in a quick flash. “Sixteen!? Aren’t you fifteen? Damn, now I don’t blame her. You’re a whole kid in her eyes, my man.”

“A ki— a kid!?” He scoffed. “I’d have to squat down just to reach her height— why the hell would she see me as a kid?”

While taking a sip off his bottle, Aaron lifts a finger cautiously. “That,” He spoke in between sips. “That’s the reason why she sees you as a kid.” Miles furrows his brows, completely anonymous to the reason. “You’re too defensive. You should be more suave, my man. Be a gentleman.“ He pulls up a couple moves. “Jazz her like this. The ladies love dancing.”

“You telling me I gotta dance with her or sum?” Chewing on his cheek, he grumbles. “Now, how the hell do I do that?”

Aaron hums.

“You know all about the shoulder touch?”

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Dark halls, hushed voices in a box.

“I’m not having this conversation with you again.”

The chair’s legs screech against the marble as he stands up.

"She's turning sixteen next year, hardly even eighteen, if this gets out— not only would it be harmful for our family reputation, she'll be permanently eradicated from receiving opportunities in the future."

A dead gaze hung in the darkness, eyeing the figure that stood before him stubbornly.

"Your sister is incredibly capable, and she's doing a lot to support our means for the sake of the family."

Tick. Tick. Tick.

"Which is more than what I can say for you, Antonne."

Antonne stood before his father, chin held high and gaze, unyielding. The old man tapped his pen against the mahogany, each tick filling in the spaces between the clock's ticking. Within the spaces, and with each passing second, Antonne stood in the thick tension that filled the office like a soldier keeping his head above water.

The old man’s pen points at him accusingly. "Be happy for her, as she's cleaning up after your mistakes. Who would you be without your sister?”

The boy tenses.

“Do you think you’ll be able to save yourself?”

Antonne stood by the hall, eyes daunt and staring a thousand yards deep into an invisible void. For a while, he shortly allowed his mind to go completely blank. Well, it wasn't entirely blank, it was full— but everything was all blurred together that it was better to think that he was thinking about nothing.

A restless mind paired along with an unfortunately still beating heart.

His head’s piqued when a familiar sound of footsteps begin to permeate amidst the hall. The steady sound of heels thumping against the carpet, like a careful warning to those who stood in her way.

“Antonne,” Her voice calls out. “What are you doing out here?”

Your presence emerges from the shadows like a ghost who’d waited for too long. He steps in front your father’s office door, as if to block your entrance. Parting his lips, he calls for your name.

“… Your job. Are you sure you want to partake in such a thing?”

You raise a brow, understandably befuddled by his sudden disruption.

“I’m going to be honest with you.” He begins. “Our family is not the best. Our money doesn’t come mainly from sanctioned ways although we parade it as though it were. I can forgive all that, but what I can’t forgive is ruining all your potential.”

“I don’t understand. Where is all this coming from?” Your gaze narrows harshly. Though you try to appear genuinely ignorant of what he’s saying, the knowledge of it was enough to make your blood boil. Antonne sighed a deep sigh, a million words pouring into his mind like waves crashing.

“I am simply worried about you,” He claims. “You’ve been handling these affairs since you were thirteen. And it’s unfair for you to handle such things when you’re only fifteen—“

“I’m sixteen.”

“… When you’re only sixteen.”

You scoff. “Do you even have any idea of what I’m doing?”

“.. The job you’re doing, was my job three years ago.” Antonne’s words made you grit your teeth. “I know all about what you do, and I may have failed in what I did— I’m not as smart or as cunning as you— but I’ll never forget how that job ruined me.”

You snicker. “You talk like that, but you want the job to yourself.”

Your brother stiffens, but his face remains ever-so stoic.

“It’s better for you to give the job to me.”

“This is what it’s all about?” Your voice lividly lowers into a hush as you take a step towards him. “You abandoned all your responsibilities, made me carry the hotel for three years, and now that the work’s lighter, you want to take it away from me?”

With each step you take, Antonne soon finds his back pressed against the door, swallowing the lump that had formed at his throat. With one final attempt to get you to listen, he finally pulls.

“Does he know?”

Gesturing over to the fineness of your clothes, the shine of your pearls, Antonne then hissed.

“That boy you meet in Brooklyn. Does he know who you are?”

Visibly startled upon the mention of Miles, your frustration crumbles into caution. Your head turns away, lids twitching. “I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.” Was your attempt of a lie. Antonne straightened his lips, determined to rekindle his confident stature.

“… How naïve of you.” Antonne seethed. “Do you think father’s going to let this go once he finds out?”

You scoff. “Is that a threat?”

“A warning.” He corrects of you. “Have you forgotten who you are? You’re our family’s only daughter— you’re the face of our family in high society. Not only that, but you’re engaged.”

“I’m sixteen. Fuck you mean ‘engaged’? That engagement’s hardly been processed as a legitimate promise. You and I both know it’s for the sake of shutting up the Fisks, anyway.”

“It’s scandalous.” Antonne spewed with venom on his tongue. “You’re not a kid. You’re two years away from being an adult.” He thrusts an accusing finger into your shoulder blade. “And everyone’s eyes are on you— if people were to ever find out about your little escapade, you’d be ruined.”

“Then cover it up.” You ruthlessly shoot back. “That’s all our family ever does anyway.”

As you try to maneuver past him, Antonne then interjected.

“Then what about that boy? What would he think?”

And that’s enough to make you freeze.

“Would he be able to handle you? You… Don’t forget that he could’ve known someone who was a victim.”

You could almost imagine Miles’ face contorting into disgust upon the unveiling of the truth. An inevitable scene. You’d been trying to run away from the scene like a dog with your tail caught between your legs. Your teeth dig a little too deep into your lips, blood seeping in the corners of your frown. Though you try to keep your composure, the mention of Miles was enough to send you trembling.

“No matter how much you hide it, he’ll learn about your identity sooner or later.”

“He won’t.” Your reply came out haggardly. “He won’t find out.”

“And what makes you so sure?”

Your jaw clenches, eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. You think about throwing something at him, or pulling on his hair— yet you ease your nerves like any other dignified girl.

As if on cue, your father opens the door, exchanging glances between you and your brother, reeking of fresh tobacco and dust.

“What the hell are you two doing, bickering in front of my door?”

His voice is harsh and demeaning, like winter at its worst peak. A voice that haunted you all throughout your younger years, now it was just nothing but another normality to you and your dull days.

“It’s nothing, dad.” You reassure, casting a side-eye at Antonne. “Nothing at all.”

Only then, you pulled the manila folder up to exit the situation. “In regards to the landscaping for the hotel, I have the submissions. I figured we should discuss about it.”

“Right,” He snaps his fingers. “Shall we?”

You leave Antonne in the darkness, shutting the door with a slam.

“God… She’s going to be the death of all of us.”

[justanothersanjilover]

I actually find it kind of funny that we collectively almost always think that in Zosan/Sanzo fanfics Sanji is the homophonic one and in denial of his own feelings. When Zoro has so much potential as well! Maybe not in the “internalized homophobia” kinda way, but in the “no one ever said something good about gays when I told them I’m gay, so I just assume everyone hates gays…and I have to pretend to hate them, too, to get accepted” kinda way.

Picture a very flamboyant Sanji, kinda open about his sexuality in ways of “I’m bi, I love guys as well, but I don’t really talk about it because no one ask me. I just assume everyone knows…I mean look at me”.

And one day Sanji is at a bar and a guy comes over to flirt with him. Sanji enjoys it, because it’s been a while since a guy showed interest in him. Being stuck on a ship with the same guys doesn’t bring much opportunities. It’s always something different than flirting with women - yes it’s sweet, too, most of the time. But there is this raw undertone and the promise of a rough time (in a good way) that he only gets with men. The guy gets a little touchy and Sanji likes it, goosebumps starting to wash over his body as he feels the callous fingers tracing up his back under his shirt. He smiles at the guy, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull him in and…

The guy gets yanked backward, stumbling and only catching himself on a table right before he can hit the ground. Zoro standing between him and Sanji.

“Get lost,” the swordsman growls and the guy practically flees from the bar.

“I didn’t know…” Sanji starts but gets cut off by Zoro.

“You need to tell those sissies to get lost; otherwise, they won’t leave you alone.”

“Excuse me?” Sanji’s shocked voice goes completely over Zoro’s head.

“Yeah, those bastards won’t leave you alone. You need to be a bit more aggressive and direc…”

A smack echoes through the room as the conversations around them die out. Zoro holding his hurting cheek, looking shocked at an angry Sanji - are those tears in his eyes? What the…and right at that moment Zoro’s mind clicks.

“Shit…sorry! I didn’t…I‘m…”

“Shut up, you big asshole!”

And then Sanji proceeds to literally kick Zoro out of the bar. Landing face-first in the dirt outside, Zoro is a bit disoriented because he hit his head on the cobblestones. Sanji storms out after him, grabbing the swordsman by the back of his shirt and pushing him down the street.

“Cook, let go…I’m…”

“I said shut up, Zoro!”

“But I…”

Sanji shoves Zoro into an ally and pushes him up against a wall - hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt.

“I don't mind you being rough and an idiot; I really don't!” Sanji yells in Zoro’s face.

“Cook…”

“But say those words again, and I will kick your head in!” He gets nearer to Zoro’s face as he talks.

“Let me…”

“I don't know if you’re aware of it.” Sanji yanks Zoro toward him only to crash his back against the wall again.

Zoro tries to talk again, but Sanji’s hand makes harsh contact with his cheek for a second time. He realizes he’d overstepped one of Sanji’s boundaries so far, Sanji is barely able to hold himself back.

“But I’m one of those people you call sissies and bastards. So…”

Suddenly, Zoro launches forward, pressing their lips together and shocking Sanji into complete silence. Another smack sounds as Sanji tries to hit Zoro again, but this time, Zoro can grab his hand, yanking Sanji toward him and turning so the cook is pressed against the wall.

“Can I finish my sentence now?” Zoro growls without actual bite behind his voice.

“I don't want to hear it! What’s even the matter with you?! You insult gay people and when I confront you, you’re kissing me?! What…”

Another press of Zoro’s lips against his shuts Sanji up again. This time Zoro stretches the length of their kiss, trying to deepen it but Sanji finally pushes him away.

“Please?” Zoro mumbles, looking like a beaten dog.

“Fine…but if you kiss me again, I’m gonna kick you from here back to the Sunny!”

Zoro nods and takes a deep breath.

“I don't have anything against gay people,” he holds up a hand as Sanji wants to interrupt. “Would be a bit of a hypocrite, to be honest.”

“The fuck you mean?!”

“I’m gay, cook! Always knew it…It’s just…growing up, every time I told someone, I lost friends or got kicked out from groups I was traveling with…I got beat up - at least they tried. And the amount of times I was told to kill myself, that it’s abnormal and unnatural…”

He shakes his head and looks apologizing at Sanji.

“I know I shouldn't have done what I did in the bar…I know I made the day of that guy so much worse, and I hate myself for it because I know how it feels! But I thought when I go over and “help” you, I wouldn't have to listen to you rambling about how a sissy tried to get touchy with you and how disgusting it was…I’m so sorry…”

Sanji shakes his head and grabs Zoro’s ear to tug on it.

“And you actually never caught the fact that I’m gay…or actually I’m bi. You really never saw that?!”

“You never said something…” Zoro poutes.

“Well, I thought it was obvious! Everyone in the crew knows…except for you apparently!”

“You know I’m not good at this stuff, and reading people is also not my strong side, so…Also, you’re one to scold me for it! You never caught on the fact that I’m gay!”

“I actually thought you weren't interested in anyone, to be honest…”

“Na, being ace is Luffy’s part,” Zoro grins and shakes his head.

Sanji scoffs and grabs Zoro by the front of his shirt, pulling him in. His blue eye fixed on Zoro’s grey.

“You ruined my evening of fun with that guy,” Sanji licks his lips while staring Zoro down - he is almost cute with blushing cheeks. “I think it’s only fair if you take his place. What you say?”

“I…fuck…I’ve never done anything with a guy actually,” Zoro stammers, blushing a even deeper red.

“That’s not gonna stop me, Marimo. But I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

And then Sanji walks toward a motel, Zoro tagging behind him like a dog running after a treat.

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

How abt Childe fanfic that he find out you're doing SH? Also, feel free to ignore this request :)

I never meant to hurt you though- Childe x reader

I pushed a lot back but I can't forget it T/w- Self harm, petnames, angst but sorta fluff Summary- Childe finds out you've been sh again.

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“Hey Hun, do you remember if we have more flour? I can’t find any.” Childe knocked on the bathroom door.

You quickly shot up like a deer in headlight, if he found out what you were doing… “I..I um just a sec.”

Childe became suspicious of what you were doing in there, you had been in there for a while and he had just been busy making a cake for your birthday. Lately you had seemed a little stress with work and everything else that was going on. You never seemed to want his help though. You opened the door coming out in a too big hoodie that was most likely his.

Childe stared at you, it was the middle of summer. Why were you wearing a hoodie? He asked about it and the quickest lie you could think of was its cold.

“Maybe you're catching a cold? It's pretty warm right now.”

You only shook your head not wanting to speak in case your voice cracked. You knew it was obvious what you were doing, he just seemed to be slightly oblivious.

“Sweetie? Can you take off the hoodie? I want to check your temperature. To make sure you’re not coming down with something.”

You quickly tried to think of an excuse. But what could you do? He was just trying to look out for you, but you couldn’t take the hoodie off not after…

“Y/n please, i just want to check your temperature. It’ll just be easier.”

But you couldn’t take it off, he would see what happened and then… Then what would he do? Would he get angry, would he say you're an attention seeker? Would he be nasty about it?

“It's fine can’t you just do it with the hoodie on?”

“It's a lot easier without it trust me, I've taken care of Teucer enough times to know.”

At this point he had backed you into a corner. What were you to do? All you could really do was take off the hoodie… So you did.

You prayed to the Archon he didn’t see the cut, they were in pretty obvious places. “Hey what are these cuts?” It took him a second before he realised. “Oh…”

You could see the hurt in his eyes, like he’d failed you. Like he hadn’t protected you, it was his job after all. And he failed, well he felt like he did anyway. You looked away almost like you were shy, but you were scared… Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, but you tried to hold them back so you didn’t make it worse.

“Hey hey, Y/n don’t cry.” His voice was sweet like honey. “Its okay…”

It didn’t sound okay. You had promised not to do it again, but here you were. You had promised and you thought it was the one thing you could do. But alas not. You did the exact opposite and cried, he wasn’t sure what to do in the situation. All he felt he could so was cuddle you and tell you how much you mattered to him.

“Y/n I love you so much, don’t forget that. Never ever forget that. Its okay that you did it again, we can work on not doing it again. I need you to talk to me when you feel like doing that.” You could see the pain in his eyes. “It hurts you, I don’t like seeing you hurt my love."

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[ofmermaidstories]

there’s something so bittersweet and lovely about fanfic, at it’s core. it’s so impermeable, because it’s so individual. fics don’t get finished. fics get lost because they were typed out and sent to friends, in the 70s, and somewhere along the way someone packed it up in a cardboard box and their kids shuffled it to the attic. websites go down. archives get built, but then people lose faith in the story or the canon or the creator and delete them. you read it at like, 3am, and can’t remember the title months later when you look for it again.

the tiktok these comments are from was lamenting about the loss of a favourite fic—it (the tiktok) had 85k+ likes, and over 700 comments, mostly similar to these. people talking about downloading fics to read on a tablet only for them to disappear the next day. using the wayback machine and combing through results, just to find something they loved. i think it’s sweet because it’s so human—how easily we love something, and how easily we lose it. i used to print out my favourite fics, as a kid—i still have a binder of them, buried under yearbooks and the old journals i kept during those topsy turvy preteen years. i could tell you the overarching plot to a Cardcaptor Sakura fantasy AU i read (and loved; it became my personality for months afterwards) but i can’t remember how it ended, or if it even did. i finally broke down and signed up for an account on AO3 specifically to bookmark an old, old fic that i had read somewhere else, years and years and years ago and found again on AO3 only because i accidentally stumbled on the author here on tumblr (i had only found the fic in the first place all those years ago because of a playlist). i used the same shade of lipstick for years purely because a fic i really liked had the main character apply it (it was a limited edition one at the time; i bought my first one from a ebay seller in the UK at double the retail price, lmao) while the love interest watched them, but i can’t remember the name of it, only how it made me feel (and how, for years afterwards, i would wear that shade whenever i felt like the day had something promising to it).

one of the first anon’s i ever got, in the early days of this tumblr, was someone who asked me if it was okay if they downloaded surrender—and of course it was. of course it is. there was a point, during the final stretch when i was trying to write the last chapter, that i almost lost the entirety of what i had written for that fic—and i mean, it was on AO3 by that stage so it would’ve only set me back a chapter or so, but it goes to show how fragile things can be. how sometimes fics only last in tiny ways—because of the unfinished PDF file someone downloads. The patchy memory of someone’s who’s jumbling it and three other fics together. Because someone wore the same shade of lipstick you mentioned, off-hand, for years afterwards.

(this is a love letter to the silent readers; the silent savers. the lurkers. fandom and the internet at large is made of lurkers (eighty-five thousand likes. seven hundred comments). people who saved fics and waybacked them and will reread them, even uncompleted. telling each other we did a good job, that we liked this or we liked that is wonderful, and fun, and a great (and important) way to build a community and has also given me my current friends—but sometimes something you make will matter and live on in a way you will never, ever know. and it’s just how it is. it’s part of the fun and it’s part of the charm. it’s just how we work as people.)

[lieran03]

Universe

Love and Deepspace Fanfic

It doesn't matter how many universe he will go. Xavier will search for her, Xavier would search the whole universe. Just so he could meet her again.

Xavier will fnd her.

Because that's love.

His love.

Song inspiration: Universe - EXO Genre: angst Pairing: Xavier x fem!reader (the character has no name called) Words: 4.2k Warning: I added a scene from Xavier's anecdotes, beware of spoiler! Originally posted on AO3: HERE!

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Xavier was a possessive man.

He didn’t care if others called him sweet, or if someone said he was so dreamy, even Xavier himself wanted to prove that he was possessive. He is possessive towards the person he really loves, which is only one. There was only one person he would always act possessive with. Yet, whenever he was with that person, all acts suddenly became sweet. For her, all he did was take care of her within his mysteries.

Is possessing over someone always called love? Or when loving someone makes it right to be possessive towards them? Xavier could never find the answer. He gives up to find the answer to those questions he never really knows why pops out. When he saw that little girl, hugging the stuffed bunny toy in her little arms, does it even matter? Or is it even right to be greedy over a person who would never remember him at all?

“You’re an amazing Hunter! I wish one day I could be your partner and defeat the Wanderer together! We will be the best partner out there!”

“No one is fit to be my partner,” Xavier would say, his tone was aggressive, while his stare from the back of his mask resembled a deep glare.

The little girl couldn’t help but feel scared of him. Was it wrong to dream about being a Hunter? Was it wrong for her to wish to have a partner as amazing as Xavier? Like Lumiere. As Xavier watches the girl’s expression change, his heart becomes heavy. He shouldn’t have become too rough, he shouldn’t have said things like that. After all, in another universe ….

“I don’t even think someone like you will able to be a Hunter. You’re too fragile and you wouldn’t be able to hold a gun. Besides that ….” Xavier stares longer at the girl, looking at how she wanted to cry already. “You have a weak heart.”

Opposed to what Xavier felt, to what his heart told him to do—saying encouraging words—Xavier could only let out hurtful words, he could only wound the girl’s heart. But what if, she never becomes a Hunter? Then, she probably would be safe from anything, she wouldn’t be in danger all the time. Xavier thought, maybe his hurtful words would able to make her back down, to let her live longer.

“I always need to search for you, Xavier! How many times do I have to say? Please pick up your phone! I thought you were dead, you know?”

“I was asleep,” Xavier answered lazily. Though the woman who walked closer to him was fuming, he only rubbed his eyes, trying to chase away the sleep from his mind.

“I know!” Once the woman was right in front of him, she was grumbling to herself before continue her words. “What was I expecting? Of course, you were asleep, and for the first time I thought you would remember our promise.”

It wasn’t his.

Or was that really him? His mind felt foggy, but it wasn’t from the drowsiness inside of him. He no longer have the ability to differentiate a lot of things. he no longer remembers what timeline he was in. All Xavier could remember was the girl, the woman he loved, the person who had opened his heart. The one who knocked on the door and never give up until it opened. Where was she now? Is she really the one standing in front of him?

Still couldn’t catch what was really happening, it felt like he was floating—he was in his dream to live a lovely life with the person he cherished the most—he listened to the woman’s words. She was emphasizing how Xavier should have accompanied her to the hospital for the regular check-up of her heart, she reminded how he had already promised to be there when she got her shot, holding her hand when she was scurrying away from the needle.

The words thrown at him left him thinking a lot. He has done a lot of things that aren’t respectable, something that he couldn’t say he was proud of. At this point, does he even deserve the love he was chasing? Does he even deserve to be partnered with the person he loves so much? From place to place, from one to another, he only did the wrong things, he always took the thorny road.

Though he wanted to cherish the girl he loved, he could only spit the hurtful and painful words toward her. Though he already had her now, he only troubled her, he only created more problems for her and made her struggle in this timeline too. Xavier stares at the girl’s face, reading her expression. She looks cute with her cheeks puffed, but he can’t deny the fact he was the reason she was feeling this way. It wasn’t something cute, not from her perspective.

“Don’t think about it. Let’s get ready now, we will be late for the appointment. I already told my doctor that I was on my way.”

“You still wanted to go with me?” It might be a dumb question, but at least Xavier did think like that. “Even when I made you struggle like this?”

A confused look can be seen on the woman’s face, yet she still answers, “Well, yeah. It was a burden to always wake you up. You’re like an old man who needs your sleep, by the way. But, regardless of anything, I still love you and choose you, right? That’s what matters to me. So, now get up and accompany me to the hospital. Pretty please?” At the end of her words, she was looking at Xavier with a puppy look, hoping it would made him say an okay.

Even without her doing it, he already knows the answer.

Xavier will always be by her side no matter what.

It’s not the look she gave him, neither the words chosen by her to explain their situation and relationship. It was the fact that she didn’t shy away or hesitate to say the words love and choose. He always chose her, no matter where or when, he always chose her and only her, he always loved her, and the only person he could put his love into. He even didn’t wish to be loved back. But how nice it could be to get the love back?

How nice it is for Xavier to finally have the person he was longing for?

Nonetheless, he still didn’t do enough. He put in a lot of determination, he put a lot of thought and effort into the things he has done all this time. But, unlike the determination inside of him, despite the things he has done so everything would be perfect just the way he wanted, nothing’s getting better. Not his life, not his relationship, not his future with the person he wanted to be for the rest of his life.

“Am I the only girl you ever talk to?” You are, even in another universe, even in another place. “Sometimes it creeps me up how well you know me. It’s okay for me to feel this way, right?”

“I’m just good at reading people,” Xavier answered, trying to act nonchalant. She didn’t remember, she couldn’t.

“Even if you could read people well, sometimes you couldn’t understand their feelings. Reading people based off their face and action are different from knowing them deeply inside, right? I think you need to polish that too. Sometimes, a person can be bothered with what you do.”

Xavier didn’t give an answer to the girl’s words, he didn’t know the way to make it like he was trying to process everything. He knows everything already. Once again, he disappoints her.

“You’re not giving me any news about yourself, you keep everything to yourself, and you didn’t trust me enough. Are we even friends? I wonder a lot of times too, Xavier. Is it that you didn’t trust me, or is it just me not competent enough in your eyes? Have I always disappointed you all this time?”

She’s not.

He is.

It seems like his effort didn’t work, it seems like he didn’t try hard enough. Looking at it, now he regrets everything. it’s not a matter of determination or how serious he is with everything. Xavier should have put his soul and his earnestness in it. Xavier should have not taken everything for granted upon knowing what was in another universe. The moment he realized everything, it was too late for him, leaving him with regret.

“I regret everything too,” Xavier said while watching as the girl walked away from him.

Maybe it was the time for Xavier to forget about her, maybe it was time for him to stop everything that he did all this time. He should stop traveling from one universe to another just to find her. He should start to learn about forgetting the person he loves so much. Besides that, Xavier knew that time wouldn’t be enough anymore. The time that keeps on ticking reminds him about when he should stop.

Xavier might remind himself again and again, about what he needs to do and what he should not do. However, his whole body just refuses to listen to himself. He didn’t think that he could forget the person he had cherished all this time, the one that he put his resolve to. She was the one and only one in his whole life. There’s no other else than her that would take the place in his heart.

Without a doubt, the seasons started to change slowly, and the loneliness inside of him grew once again. The wind started to get cold, and all Xavier could think of was the girl he longing for. How long has it been for him to meet her? How long has it been for him to distance himself so he wouldn’t be greedy and possessive over her? Within the cold breeze, Xavier thinks back to one moment. He wanted to go back to that time even though it killed him inside.

There she was, watching the sky alone with thin clothing. Though the wind was biting to her bone, she still sat there alone and didn’t think much. Slowly but surely, her head turn towards him, looking straight at him. There was a hint of loneliness, there was also a look of desperation, there was also a look of crying for help, but one that was prominent was the look of hope once she met eyes with Xavier. Slowly but surely, the smile on her lips started to grow.

How much Xavier loves that smile so that he wants to protect it in every universe.

His feet moved by themselves, getting closer and closer to the girl that also ran for him. They were meant to be, they were fated to be together, but why the longer he ran, the farther she felt? Even though she was now right in front of him, she still felt so far away from him. When both of her weak hands wrapped around his shoulder, it felt like she was no longer in his arms. Why does she feel so far away from him?

“You’re finally here,” she said, letting out a fog from her chapped lips. She looked pale, she was sick, and he couldn’t even save her from the pain she was in. The cold body that wrapped around him can be affected by two things, either the changing season and the fact it was night, or because her soul slowly ripped from her body.

“I’m here for you.”

Xavier thought at least the words he wanted to say were declared clearly, he wanted the girl to listen to what his heart was speaking. His arms were full, filled with the weak girl in his embrace. Though she looks hazarded, she still looks up and smiles at Xavier, wanting to comfort him, telling him that everything is all right. She was okay.

On that cold night, when they try to share their remaining warmth, in the night where their breaths touch, and smoke starts to come out from their mouth because of the biting air, they were trying to keep each other warm, they were holding each other close so they won’t have to be separated. They know the universe will try its best to break them, but they wish for their bond to keep overlapping each other.

For them to be in every universe the other was.

“You promised we would watch the meteor shower again.”

“We have our own destinies …. Some things can’t be forced ….” Xavier felt the girl he loves reach out and poke the corner of his mouth. “Don’t be sad. I’ve been very happy this past month.”

It should be him, it should have been Xavier who cried. Instead of him, the dying girl in front of him started to cry, the tears began to fall as she finished speaking. Xavier wipes them away, trying to chase away the sadness in her heart. They were at the most breathtaking place, a mirror-like salt flat that connects heaven and earth, making the sky seem so boundless.

“No matter what happens, I’ll be by your side. And no matter how long you rest, I’ll wait for you.” The girl finally leaned on Xavier’s shoulder, dreaming about her future, about what if she didn’t have the disease.

“It’s a shame … there are no stars tonight.”

“There is one.” Xavier's answer was absolute before he opened his glowing palm. The light suddenly becomes brighter that night.

“I wish to meet you in my next life …. I wonder if that will come true …,” the girl mumbled, head starting to slip from Xavier’s shoulder.

This time, Xavier didn’t give an immediate answer. After a few moments, he finally says, “It will.” Xavier held the cold hand, trying his very hardest to give his warm to her, the soul that was slowly gone. “No matter how many times it takes, no matter where you are … I will find you.”

Xavier dreamed of tomorrow, he wished for the day when he could spend it with her, and he daydreamed with her about what would happen the next day. He was so sure, she was so sure, the two of them were so sure, that their tomorrow, that their next step would shine just like the stars. Their day would be filled with wonder, just like how they watch the meteor show, just like how they put their wish onto the thousand falling stars like a little kid.

He kept his promise. Xavier searches the whole universe until he can find the girl again. He searches from one universe to another, just to find her again, just to be with her like he promised to her. He won’t stop until he can find her again, he doesn’t want to give up before he can fulfill his promise. Others might say he was annoying or dumbstruck with love, but the girl was his only one, his reason for staying alive until now.

From one universe, where he need to watch her with another man, and from another one, where she didn’t even exist. The only thing that kept him sane was the memories of them together, the warmth of her hand the last time he held it. Xavier won’t ever let go, he will keep even the smallest memories he shares with her. Every little interaction they had, every meeting though they didn’t know each other, and every time their eyes met.

Just like the petals that fall on both of their hair, where her gentle hand collected the petals from his hair. Just like how they go to camping in a summer night with the other Hunters and decided to isolated themselves. Just like how they watch a sunset from a train in the fall, where the moment doesn’t last long since the night starts to grow colder. Every moment and every season, the memories was engraved deeply in the seasons they share even though they were in a different universe.

“What are you looking at, Xavier? Is there something on my face?” Her voice sounded so gentle that Xavier couldn’t help but smile. His hand moves to brush the ice cream on the corner of her lips. It did remind him of something. It’s not the past, nor it was a mere memory.

“You eat like a four-year-old.”

“Hey! That’s not true!” The girl’s grumbles left Xavier chuckling. It was the same grumbling as the other her.

The memories of their date, their interaction, in each season come and go several times and Xavier started to lose his mind. He no longer what timeline he was in, he was no longer aware of the universe he was in. Everything started to get into a blur, the memories, their interaction, the names, and yet, he would still call out to her. His heart, his mind, his lips, all about him was always about her. Only her, his universe.

“You always act dumb to my tricks, you play along with every one of them. Why are you doing that? Are you trying to mock me?”

“It was fun to see you smile.” Not in every universe Xavier could see her smile, not in every connection they had, they had a smooth relationship.

“Then, you have to smile too!” This time too, Xavier could see the smile of the girl he loves very much. There’s no way for him to not be happy if he could be with the person he loves, he enjoys every little of it.

There was laughter in their relationship. Not counting the universe, Xavier succeeded to found the one where the two of them would be happy. But would that be enough? Is this the one that search for? Is this the ending he wanted? Xavier no longer knew what would be his goal, his dream, he just wanted to be with her a little bit longer. Once he knew his time wasn’t long anymore, anyone would notice how he wouldn’t age, he decided to leave.

“Are you … bored of me?” In just a few months of their relationship, Xavier wanted to run away, he couldn’t stay longer in this universe or he would make everything a mess. “You’re trying to leave me, right?”

“That’s not what I want … not what I felt.”

“Then why do you never answer my call? Why do you never open your door when I knock on it? It feels like you’ve just disappeared, it feels like you’ve abandoned me! Do you even see me as important, Xavier? Am I important to you?”

Very.

She was a very important person for Xavier.

Although, the words never come out from his lips. What’s the best way for him to explain that he was traveling around the universe? How does he even explain he wasn’t from that universe? It was a secret, it was something he need to keep to himself. It was the weight he needed to bear for trying to find and keep her safe even in another universe. What kind of lie does he need to say to her? What kind of lie he can say without hurting her feelings?

“We will meet again.”

“When?” In another life, in another universe. “When will we meet again?”

“I’m just not the right person for you.”

“After all those memories? And all that happiness we share together? Tell me what’s wrong with our relationship! Or at least, tell me what’s wrong with me so I can know, so I can understand you better.”

But she could never.

Instead of laughter, or happiness, this time all Xavier brought was tears to her. He hurt her, he shattered her heart, he ruined her. He keeps making scars in his and her heart, and he keep healing it each time he meets with her. He keep throwing question, she gives question, and all the answer will always be the same. The simple answer was that there was only one in his heart. No matter what was the question, Xavier could always answer, they’re all within the girl.

“Do you love me?”

“No one else.”

“What did you like?”

“You.”

“Have you ever been in a relationship before?”

“No. Only you.”

Xavier’s world was within the girl, she had his world. In the bigger universe, he was traveling around, in the universe he was lost in, jumping from one to another, she was the small universe he kept chasing. Even if it was just a small universe, it keeps on changing, rotating, and moving. The lights keep chasing the small universe wherever they go, not wanting to let go, not wanting to forget the small universe for the bigger one.

Just like a little kid playing tag, they keep chasing each other without any stop. Xavier knows the moment the smaller universe vanishes, he will also disappear too. Once the small universe explodes, even the light will be killed, it will be exchanged with a deep darkness. Without any light, even the bigger universe would also explode, showing how there was no hope anymore. That was the only reason for Xavier to keep on chasing the person he loves. Maybe.

No matter how much he traveled, how many versions of her he met, or how many memories he made with her, his mind would always bring back the one that he wanted to tear the most, yet he always keep it close to him. Memories that always bring tears to him repeating inside of his head, memories of the days he wanted to recreate replaying inside his mind, making the tears fall when he was alone on his bed.

It was cold.

The air, the season, the place, even her hand that Xavier was holding tightly. Everything around him was cold, and he was left alone to be the person with warmth. Everything has vanished, everything has been restarted. Everything was washed away. Her memories, her moments with him, her voice, her expression whenever she saw him, everything was now long gone. Xavier remained with the body of her, the shell of the person he loved so dearly.

“Xavier, please meet me even in another life, okay?”

“Xav, can we be lovers too in another universe?”

“Xavie, I love you so much that I can’t be separated from you even in another place! We are inseparable!”

“Can we … stop here, Xavier? I don’t wish for us to meet in another life. I don’t wish for us to meet even in another universe.”

These aren’t feelings that Xavier can end. It’s not a feeling that Xavier can wash away so easily. Though he might try, he could never succeed. In just one day, the day he decided to not travel to another universe, where he lives in the universe where she was dead, within just one try, the loneliness started to creep inside of his heart. There were screams inside of his head. He felt it in every inch of his body that it started to hurt.

“I don’t care,” Xavier said to himself, hands on his door knob. “Wherever you are, I’ll go to you. Wherever you are, I will always find you.”

Xavier didn’t think much, he didn’t put any thoughts about what he was doing. Even if it was hurting him, ruining him, and even killing him, he would still search the whole universe. Until Xavier could find her again. He won’t ever let go, even the smallest memories he had with her, from the past, from the future, from her. The memories that were engraved in the seasons he shared with her, once again come back to him.

With the growing tulips to show the start of spring, with the maple leaf that changing color to show the fall has come, with the chilling air to show winter was coming, and with the blazing sun that scream summer was here. Xavier would find her, again and again, he would find her. Wherever she was, Xavier would meet with her again. It doesn’t matter what seasons they met for the first time, it doesn’t matter where they met. As long as Xavier could meet with her again.

“Hey, are you a new Hunter? Nice to meet you! Let’s work hard as a partner, okay?” Xavier, entering the room, found that there was only her inside. The smile she gave him was warming, there was still life in it. “Why are you so silent? What’s your name?”

Xavier was silent for a few seconds before he decided to answer her with a firm tone. “Xavier. My name is Xavier, nice to meet you.”

“A new house? That’s funny, but I like it! You can be my new house. Nice to meet you, Xavier! Let’s show that we’re the best partner!” With that, Xavier knows that another love will bloom. Like the flower petal that flew with the wind in spring.

Xavier knew, that this was his mission from the start.

He will find her again.

He will search for her again.

Because what was inside of him was love.

Because it was love.

[flowersandskeletons526]

"Anniversary" - Warriors Concept Album Fanfic

This is only fluff, I PROMISE. No hidden angst. I swear by the locked tomb. Just a quick little drabble on how I think Ajax and Rembrandt would spend their first anniversary :)

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Ajax paced in the kitchen, arms crossed and shoulders tensed. Cochise and Cowgirl sat on the couch in the living room and watched her mumble absentmindedly to herself. Swan sat curled up in the armchair reading a book. Rembrandt had gone out with Cleon, leaving Ajax alone in their bedroom with her thoughts, which quickly evolved to wandering the common area so she didn’t have to be completely isolated while her mind raced.

Ajax caught the way Swan’s eye twitched as she closed her book. “Ajax,” she ground out, “I’m gonna have a brain aneurysm if you keep grumbling like that.”

“I’m not grumbling,” Ajax shot back. “I’m planning.”

“I don’t get what you’re so worked up about,” said Cowgirl with a flippant wave of her hand. “Just buy her some new paints and she’ll be happy.”

“I get her new paints all the time. I was getting her paints before we were even together. This has to be special.” 

“You know she’ll love whatever you do,” Cochise pointed out. “It’s not like you’re still trying to make an impression.”

“You’re right, I’m not. I’ve already shown her my best, so if I don’t show up for this, it’s gonna look even worse.”

Cowgirl laughed. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger,” she teased. “Look, anniversaries are easy. Have a nice dinner, go to a club, and when you get back to your bedroom-”

Cochise clapped a hand over Cowgirl’s mouth before she could finish her sentence. “I really don’t think Ajax needs any advice on that,” she hissed. She turned to Ajax, who had gone so red in the face with embarrassment that she was almost purple. “Don’t overthink it. You know Rembrandt better than anyone. You don’t need to pull out some big stunt to make her happy. Just do what you know she’ll like.”

Cowgirl dislodged Cochise’s hand long enough to make a crass comment. Cochise resorted to smacking her in the face with a pillow while Swan jumped up to stop Ajax from throttling the other Warrior. Swan sat Ajax down at the kitchen table, trying to distract her from Cochise’s attempts to shut Cowgirl up.

“Level with me,” she said quietly. “Why are you so nervous about this? It’s Rembrandt.” Ajax glowered at her. “Oh, for the love of fuck, don’t give me that. You know what I mean.”

Ajax squirmed in her seat. She did not talk about her feelings often and definitely not to Swan of all people. Cleon, maybe - big maybe - and sometimes Cochise every now and then if she really had no other choice, but not Swan. However, she needed advice, and she knew Swan was a softy at heart. She’d seen some of the trashy romance novels the girl had on her bookshelf. So, she could put those reservations aside for the time being, even if she felt like a dorky kid saying it.

“I’ve never had a relationship that lasted for more than a few months,” she said haltingly, keeping her voice low so she didn’t give Cowgirl more ammunition to make fun of her. “And I don’t even know if you could actually call those relationships. They weren’t, y’know… Rembrandt. I don’t want to fuck up a one year anniversary because I didn’t put enough thought into it.”

“I think you’re putting too much thought into this,” Swan told her. “You love Rembrandt and Rembrandt loves you. No matter what you do, she’s going to be happy.”

“I just don’t want it to not be enough. Plus Rembrandt’s a total hopeless romantic, I don’t want to fall short.”

“Course she is, she’s an artist. If you’re concerned with falling short, make a day out of it. Ask Cleon if you can have a break from work. Unless you start a fight while you two are out on a date-”

“Fuck you for that.”

“-there’s literally nothing you can do that Rembrandt won’t think is sweet. Hell, she might even like that, she’s with you for some reason.” 

“Dude! Fuck you!”

Swan stood and clapped Ajax on the back. “Chin up, man. You’ve got a week to plan. Try not to worry about it.”

That just made Ajax worry more. She lied awake in bed at night, conjuring a hundred ideas just to nix all of them. She looked down at Rembrandt curled up against her chest, sleeping peacefully in one of Ajax’s shirts that was way too big on her, and gently brushed her bangs off her face. Rembrandt made a soft noise and snuggled closer to Ajax in her sleep. Ajax smiled, planting a kiss on the top of her head. She could do this. She could plan a good anniversary. Everything would be fine!

She hoped.

She pulled Cleon aside the next day when Rembrandt was out with Cowgirl, an idea that she hated because she had very little trust that Cowgirl wouldn’t say anything. “I wanted to see if Rem and I could have Saturday off,” she asked. “Day and night.”

Cleon frowned. “You’re asking for a full day and night of no gang business?”

“I know it’s-”

“Wait, let me rephrase that. You are asking for a day off? You? You go stir crazy if I keep you in the house for more than six hours.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be in the house. Day off, not a day in.”

“You got business you don’t want me knowing about?”

“No, it’s… Saturday is our one year anniversary.”

Cleon’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. “Oh shit, that’s right! I forgot about that. Yeah, go ahead. I’ll make sure you don’t get called in for anything.”

Ajax grinned and breathed a sigh of relief. She knew Cleon would say yes but she was still so afraid that she might not. Fuck, this was such a weird state of mind for her to be in. “Thanks, Cleon.”

“What do you have planned?”

“A lot.”

“Can you do it all in one day without feeling like you have to rush Rembrandt through it all?”

Ajax faltered, her brow furrowing. “Uh… maybe?”

Cleon smiled and put an arm around Ajax, leading her to the couch and sitting beside her. “Alright. I’ve been on a few dates in my time. Tell me whatcha got planned.” 

Ajax took a deep breath. “Okay, I was gonna start with…”

She did not sleep at all Friday night. She kept waking up, staring at the ceiling or out the window. She considered stealing a cigarette from Rembrandt’s pack in her jacket pocket just to calm her nerves, but Rembrandt would smell it on her and even though she smoked, she didn’t want Ajax to start. Ajax just wanted morning to come already.

She was still awake when the gray light of dawn cracked through the window. She carefully slipped out of Rembrandt’s arms, taking extra caution not to wake her as she headed into the kitchen. She was the first one up and about in the house which normally never happened. Reaching into the back of a high shelf, she grabbed a little sheet of paper with “Cochise’s World Famous Pancakes” written across the top and a recipe underneath. Ajax had originally planned to just use the ready-made box mix but Cochise had convinced her otherwise.

She made Rembrandt’s favorite breakfast: pancakes smothered in syrup, scrambled eggs, and bacon taken out of the pan mere seconds before it burned to a crisp. She tried to make it look somewhat nice on the plate, took a deep breath, and stepped back into the bedroom. 

Rembrandt was still asleep. Ajax sat on the edge of the bed beside her and gave her a gentle shake. “Hey,” she whispered. “Wake up, baby.”

Rembrandt lifted her head, blinking sleep out of her eyes. She smiled at Ajax as she rolled over and sat up. “Morning,” she said. Ajax passed her the plate. “What’s this?”

“Happy anniversary.”

She grinned. “Did you make this?”

“Cochise gave me the recipe.” Ajax scooched up to sit against the headboard, putting an arm around Rembrandt as she leaned into her. “I did my best.”

“It’s perfect.” Rembrandt her a light kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

Ajax kissed her temple. “Eat up. I’ve got a fun day planned for us.”

“Oh, do you?”

“I can be romantic sometimes.”

“You’re always romantic.”

First part of the day: the theme park on the boardwalk. Neither of them liked the rides all that much. Rollercoasters made Rembrandt grossly dizzy and Ajax was not-so-secretly afraid of heights - something Cowgirl thought was hilarious considering who Ajax was dating - but it was nice to be out. They enjoyed the sun, the salty breeze off the ocean, the sounds of laughter and fun coming from all around them. 

One of Ajax’s more hidden talents was how good she was at carnival games. No matter how rigged the booth was, she’d walk away with something. This led to Rembrandt carrying a giant plush seagull and an armful of little prizes that the couple gave to passing kids who looked like they’d lost too many games to go home happy. Rembrandt was good with kids. Ajax liked that about her. She often thought, maybe in another life.

They had Nathan’s for an early dinner. Despite Cowgirl’s suggestion, neither of them liked the idea of fancy candlelit restaurants. Rembrandt knew she looked out of place, always looking around trying to keep an eye on everyone and everything. Ajax could feel the fear and judgement of the eyes roving over her scarred skin. Not to mention the bougie motherfuckers who frequented those places never looked kindly upon two women who were so obviously on a date. So, no thanks, they’d take Nathan’s on the boardwalk any day of the week.

Second part of the day: their favorite club. They stopped by home briefly to drop off the plush seagull and get changed. Nothing fancy, just clothes better suited for dancing.

They spent hours wrapped up in each other, shrouded in the smoke and lights and heavy music of a place where no one would even dream of looking at them sideways. Ajax savored the feeling of Rembrandt’s body under her hands, solid and close and real, as they moved in time with each other and the music. Rembrandt’s touch burned as it trailed over Ajax’s neck, her arms, her back, pulling her in tight as she laid her head on Ajax’s chest. They were more than a little drunk, high on the energy of the club, and life was perfect. 

They stumbled out of the club, grinning the entire time as they walked home. Ajax insisted on carrying Rembrandt, not because Rembrandt couldn’t walk on her own, but because Ajax loved showing off and loved the way Rembrandt giggled and clung to her when she did it. The lights seemed brighter as Rembrandt kissed her cheek. The city felt kinder as they fell into an easy silence, simply enjoying being close to each other. 

They snuck through the house and made sure not to wake anyone up. Ajax didn’t think Cleon would appreciate being woken up at three in the morning to them coming in drunk. Rembrandt led her through the house with a hand twisted in the front of her shirt, tossing a coy smile over her shoulder as Ajax followed along. They fell into bed laughing the moment they got to their room. Rembrandt wrapped her arms around Ajax’s neck as they shared a deep, slow kiss. 

Ajax propped herself up on her elbows over Rembrandt, smiling as the artist swept her thumbs along the curve of her jaw. “Did you have a good day?” she asked.

“The best,” Rembrandt said. A stripe of moonlight fell across her face from the window, illuminating her gorgeous deep brown eyes and the light flush across her cheeks. “Today was perfect.”

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Happy anniversary.” Rembrandt pulled her into another kiss, only to immediately shove her back by the shoulders, exclaiming, “Fuck! Wait, I totally forgot!”

“Forgot what?” Ajax said as Rembrandt jumped up and reached for something under their bed. 

“This.”

She handed Ajax a small, soft package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. A little heart with A+R inside it was doodled on the front. Ajax gave Rembrandt a quizzical look as she sat beside her on the bed. Rembrandt gestured for her to open it, grinning from ear to ear. Ajax untied the string and opened the package.

Inside was a brand new black leather jacket. It was covered in metal spikes and chains, the spikes punched through the leather in beautiful swirling patterns that Ajax could never dream of doing herself. On the leather that wasn’t studded, there were dragon and flower designs intricately set in fire engine red paint. On the cuff of one sleeve, on the inside near the wrist where only Ajax would see it, there was the same A+R in a heart that had been drawn on the packaging. 

Ajax turned to Rembrandt, eyes wide. Rembrandt smiled softly. 

“Remember how you thought you lost your leather punch and I said don’t worry about it because I’d get you a new one?” she said. “Well, I actually stole it so I could do this. Your punch is hidden in the sock drawer.”

“You did all of this? That’s gotta be like a thousand spikes!”

“Cleon showed me how to do it. Are you gonna try it on or what?”

Ajax stood and slipped the jacket on. It fit perfectly. She loved the way the spikes glinted in the light and the chains rattled as they spilled over her shoulders. As she stretched her arms and flexed her shoulders, testing how the seams felt, the painted designs seemed to move with her, the flowers waving in a phantom breeze and the dragons winding their way down her arms. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever worn. 

“So?” Rembrandt prompted. “Do you like it?”

Ajax responded by tackling Rembrandt into bed. Rembrandt burst out laughing as Ajax wrapped her up in a tight hug and peppered her face and neck with kisses. “Babe, quit it, that tickles!” she giggled. 

“You are the most amazing fucking girlfriend in the universe,” Ajax proclaimed as she buried her face against Rembrandt’s chest. 

“Right back at you, you goof.”

“I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too.” Rembrandt trailed her fingers across the back of Ajax’s neck, tracing random patterns on her skin. “Hey, Ajax?” she purred.

“Yeah?”

“Lock the door.”

Ajax never moved so fast in her life.

[belivinginyourselfistherealmagic]

So you have a demon living inside of you?

A Jasminka centric fanfic 🍩✨️

Jasminka finally reveals she has a demonic spirit inside of her that she keeps at bay with snacks

Warnings: Ukraine famine mentioned (I have made the fic before the war) maybe medical neglect tw over eating tw

So you have a demon living inside of you? Amanda asked to make sure she heard right

Yep

Actually demons but yes

But if I feed them its all right

Wait so that time I lost the race cause of that donut was because of that

Im sorry I remembered that for you for too long...

Yes I always eat extra just in case

I promise I didnt mean to lose it back then

Im sure there is a cure Diana says in a serious tone while sounding a bit more worried than usual but still keeping her composure

No she raised a hand to stop her

I already made peace with them

We actually become kind of friends

I give them snacks to not destroy the world and they keep me company

She smiled her usual sweet smile

Like she was when she was offering some chocolate chip cookies

Just this matter was quite more serious

They are actually really misunderstood spirits

Sits down to start to tell the story

Many years ago back in Ukraine there was a human made Great Famine

And these spirits are all thats left

Lotte covered her mouth Diana looked shocked and all could Akko do is gasp

But Jasminka continued before seeing anymore reactions

She kept it to herself for too long

And she didnt know if she could continue if she would look everyone in the eye

They were so angry that they wanted to destroy all that pain and the only way they thought they could is to just destroy everything

For many years that was their plan

But they couldnt cause they were too weak

not without a body

Not without a host

And one day they found me

I was a lonely child I was using my summer days in Ukraine to lay outside on the grass and eating chips

And then they found me

At the start I didnt know what got into me I felt great pain and hunger

That 3 meals a day couldnt cover anymore I became angry and explosive

And had powers too big for my age

I got food from every place I could get my hand on and stole if I didnt

At the start my parents thought it was just emotions from starting to become a teenager

But when I blew up the kitchen at 11 which was too much power for an 11 year old and "my favorite place" as they liked to call it

they realized maybe there was something more to it they realized maybe there was something wrong

So they took me to see many witch doctors in many professions

That all didnt know what to do

Till I reached a spirit magic witch

Like Lotte

All eyes were turned to Lotte

Like me?

Yes How they found out what was wrong was they took me to a spirit magic user

And they talked to my spirits and told my parents what was wrong

I was very young so I dont remember very much

Just the whole if you wont eat enough the world might end

But all I remember after that trip I was allowed to eat a lot more snacks

And I finally felt like myself again

She posed cause she heard a small voice starting to speak

By the way I know Im not as good as those witches in spirit magic

But just know that if you ever need help with trying to communicate with them Im here said Lotte

And if you need help stealing some food Im here too Akko blurted

Sucy looked judging Akko's interruption and was about to make a snarky comment

But before she could say anything Jasminka said

Thanks I appreciate all the support I could get smiling her usual smile but a bit less worry free this time

Wait back to the all the world is ending bit Amanda said

Might she pointed

Thats what she worried that all they would see her is as a threat

Everyone else she had let close in the past has left

She needs to keep it together they are her friends after all

How do you handle the stress of complete doom over everything above your head?

When you are afraid of something for so long you start to barely notice it

And so do you want to have my number as an emergency contact for if you need food

Yes I would love to

Amanda is right you should have a safety plan

And I know you dont want to banish your spirits

And I respect that but I believe you need a plan b for if you somehow fail Diana said

She didnt like to think about that she usually thought about it only before she went to sleep a space where she knew she was helpless to do anything if everything turned wrong

And wonder if the next time she would wake in the morning everything would be gone

Diana continued Thats why we need to find something to protect you

Protect you she liked that

Usually others made it always sound like it was to prevent the whole world doom

They made it sound like only she is the problem that needs to be stopped

And wouldnt at all be in forever misery and pain or even gone too if it were to happen

Now she just realized that never heard that as a child hurt

A pain she didnt know she had

Um thank you she said while taking another bite of her chips and hoped no one will notice

Its the least I could d-

Diana got cut off by Jasminka crying bout

But the doctors said was no way

Maybe there wasent back then but since then the amount of magic we have and advancements we have made could be enough Diana retorted

But they said the magic was too strong she felt desperate

Thats what she knew for so long it pained her for so long and there might be a way?

She knew not to let her hopes up

But she also knew since then cause it seemed fixed her parents just kinda left it

They didnt know the anxiety she had felt each night

And they didnt know how her stomach hurt a lot of the time cause she couldnt take any chances and overate

But Diana is right

There might be new solutions

Diana continued again The thing is we dont need to contain it we just need to redirect it

Till you get something to eat which at max could be a few hours

If its with teleportation magic or converting the energy

We are lucky to be in a school with the number 1 expert in magic conversions

Professor Croix

And Im not sure if you are aware but she owes us

And I will accompany you Akko raised her hand clearly trying to be there for her even if her biggest experty is Shiny Chariot

You cant you are already failing your classes Diana replied immediately

Akko's face had fallen and looked like a sad puppy

Diana coughed you cant all the time

We will take turns in accompanying you

I will come most of the time for the technicalities and Lotte will come too

Me??

Yes since you have more knowledge of the technicalities of spirits and how they work

Lotte nodded

And other will come for emotional support since Im not always the best at it I admit

And I need Lotte's full attention

Did everyone understood Diana exclaimed

Everyone nodded in unity

Good

A weight had lifted off her chest they are really by her side

Not just for their own safety but for her

Now I will later make you a list of all the things we need to do to figure out a permanent solution

You dont need to carry that weight on your shoulders alone anymore

Diana gaze softened

She already stopped feeling that way

But still she was starving for any reassurance she could get

Talking about starving she noticed she reached the crums of the bag and opened some toffee

And she thought maybe she could be eating more for herself

And not just out of fear

Maybe this will be one of the last times she will have to

[kingofbodyrolls]

PSA: Support Your Fanfic Writers! 📣 (Yes, this is a rant, but a fun one, I promise)

Listen up, folks! This isn’t about money—put your wallets away. This is about engagement. Yes, the glorious trifecta of likes, comments, and reblogs (especially reblogs, but we’ll get to that). So buckle up, because this is a love letter/rant/public service announcement that your favorite writers desperately need you to hear.

Let’s start with the bad news: I’ve seen way too many amazing writers pack their bags and leave this platform, and honestly? It hurts. It makes me sad, angry, and frustrated enough to scream into the Tumblr void. Why? Because there’s a big ol’ elephant in the fanfic room, and it’s called low engagement.

What is Low Engagement?

Let me break it down for you:

A fic gets few likes.

A fic gets even fewer reblogs (😭).

Comments? Barely a whisper.

Why does this happen? Maybe people don’t vibe with the story. Maybe they forget to reblog. Maybe the Tumblr gods are punishing us. Who knows? But here’s the thing: engagement matters. For a writer, reblogs are the gold standard. Reblogs = love. Reblogs = visibility. Reblogs = “Hey, world! This story is awesome—check it out!”

Why Low Engagement Is a Confidence Killer

Let’s be real—writing takes time, effort, and soul. Writers pour their hearts (and sometimes their sanity) into crafting stories for their readers. But when the engagement is low? It feels like screaming into the void. It’s disheartening. It makes writers second-guess themselves. And yeah, sometimes it makes them leave altogether.

And let me tell you about silent readers—those sweet, well-meaning souls who read but don’t interact. Look, I get it. Not everyone wants to leave comments or reblogs. But when a writer hears nothing—nothing—they often assume the worst: “No one likes my story. I should just stop writing.”

That’s why I’m here, yelling into the Tumblr abyss: Engage, people! Even a simple “OMG I LOVED THIS” or a string of heart emojis can make a writer’s day. And reblogs? Reblogs are the holy grail.

Tumblr ≠ Instagram (Stop Treating It Like It Is!)

Can I get this tattooed somewhere? Tumblr doesn’t work like Instagram. There’s no magic algorithm that boosts posts. If you want your favorite writers to stick around, you have to help their stories reach new eyeballs—and that means REBLOGGING.

Here’s the cheat code: If you like a fic, reblog it. If you really like it, reblog it with some tags or a mini-review. Want to go full superstar? Add a screaming reaction in the comments. Seriously, it’s that easy.

“But What If I Didn’t Like the Fic?”

Great question! Not every story will be your cup of tea, and that’s okay. Here’s what you can do:

Leave a like. It’s the bare minimum but still appreciated.

Maybe highlight something you did like in the story. No need for harsh critiques unless the writer explicitly asks for it.

How to Be a Writer’s Favorite Reader

Here’s a handy guide to becoming the MVP of your favorite fandom:

Like. Comment. Reblog. (The Holy Trinity!)

Reblog with tags or a quick review. Examples:

“This broke my heart in the best way 🥲”

“Chapter 3? Perfection. That plot twist? I gasped.”

Highlight specific parts of the fic you loved (a line, a moment, a character's sass—whatever made you feel something).

Send the writer an ask! Scream about your favorite scene. Yell about your emotions. Writers LOVE this.

Want bonus points? Make fanart. Create a playlist inspired by the fic. Recommend their work to others. Write a heartfelt thank-you message. These little gestures mean the world to writers.

Why This Matters (Yes, I’m Wrapping This Up, I Swear)

At the end of the day, we’re all here because we love stories—reading them, writing them, sharing them. But if we don’t support the people creating these stories, they’ll stop. And that’s a loss for everyone.

So, my plea to you is simple: Show your favorite writers some love. Hit that reblog button. Leave a comment, even if it’s just “!!!” or “cries in emotions.” Scream about their work in the tags. Your engagement keeps the fandom alive.

Got thoughts? Other tips? Throw them in the comments or reblogs—let’s keep this conversation going! And to every writer out there feeling discouraged: You’re amazing. Don’t stop creating. We need your stories. 💖

[chi-chistuff]

Pairings: Zuko x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None

Zuko found himself unexpectedly drawn to a mysterious traveler who seemed to possesed a strength that mirrored his own. You were unlike anyone he had ever encountered before, your presence calming the raging storms within him.

One gloomy day, as Zuko and you went through a dense forest, you found yourselves ambushed by a group of Fire Nation soldiers intent on capturing the banished prince. With swift reflexes, Zuko leaped into action, his dual swords flashing in the sunlight as he deflected the soldiers' attacks, all the while ensuring the safety of his companion.

You watched in awe as Zuko's fiery determination blazed through the battlefield, his movements a mesmerizing dance of power and precision. In the midst of chaos, you felt a sense of security knowing that he was by your side, fiercely protecting you from harm's way.

After what felt like an eternity, the last of the soldiers lay defeated at Zuko's feet, the forest echoing with the sounds of victory. With a weary smile, Zuko turned to the reader, his amber eyes softening as he checked for any injuries you might have sustained during the battle.

"You're safe now," he said, his voice gentle yet filled with an underlying strength. "That's all that matters."

Moved by his selflessness, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over your body. Without hesitation, you reached into your small bag and pulled out a small bundle wrapped in cloth, presenting it to Zuko with a shy smile.

"I may not have much to offer, but please accept this token of my appreciation," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Unwrapping the bundle, Zuko's eyes glimmered in surprise as he beheld a batch of freshly baked sweets nestled within. The tantalizing aroma of sugar and spice filled the air, a stark contrast to the scent of smoke and sweat that lingered from the battle.

Taking a tentative bite, Zuko's expression softened into one of pure bliss as the flavors exploded on his tongue. Each morsel was a symphony of sweetness, a testament to your skill and generosity.

"These are amazing," Zuko murmured between bites, his heart swelling with warmth. "Thank you!" You replied shyly, "It may not be much to pay your kindness Zuko." You added. "Are you kidding?" Zuko looked at you. You only stared at him and felt your cheeks warm up.

I PROMISE TO WRITE ANOTHER FANFIC ABOUT ANOTHER FANDOM BUT NO.

[imagineredwood]

2. Chocolate 🍫

Summary: You’re making Valentines Day treats for the club and Bishop is your taste tester, but one can only eat so much chocolate.

Pairing: Bishop Losa x female reader

Warnings: none, all fluff

Word count: 435

"This one is the strawberry."

You plopped the tiny chocolate into Bishop's mouth, eyes on him as he chewed and then nodded, able to taste the tartness of the strawberry as it blended with the sweetness of the chocolate.

"It's good."

He spoke carefully, not wanting the syrup to run out of his mouth again like it had on the last two. You grinned, happy that he liked this one as well. You were making chocolates to take to the clubhouse for Valentine's Day, and of course, Bishop was your taste tester. You were trying different variations of fruit and other flavors to mix with the chocolates and while they were delicious, Bishop was starting to get a rush, this now being the seventh piece of chocolate you had shoved into his mouth. He watched as you turned around and plucked another one out of the tray, turning to face him again for what felt like the millionth time.

"This one is orange."

The Mayan groaned and he didn't miss the small frown that showed up on your lips

"What's the matter? You don't think you'll like the orange one? I know it's different but it's a good combination, I promise. It's refreshing."

Bishop chuckled and reached for your chocolate-free hand, lacing his fingers with yours tenderly.

"I believe you, mama. I swear I do. I'm sure that one is just as good as the last ones, if not better, but if I eat one more piece of chocolate I'm gonna throw up."

"Oh."

You laughed nervously, putting the orange creamsicle-flavored chocolate back down onto the tray.

"I'm sorry. I have given you a bunch to try. Kinda lost track."

Bishop laughed again, hand squeezing yours again. He reached for the piece himself and held it up to your lips instead this time, smiling as you ate the tiny heart. You gave a soft sound of approval and beamed as you looked at him.

"That one's good too. They're all good. Hope I didn't give you a stomachache."

Bishop shook his head, eyes twinkling as they looked at you with love. Love for your talents, love for your creativity, love for you working so hard to make treats for his brothers. He loved you. Well and truly. His lips were sweet as they pressed against yours ever so gently.

"No stomachache. But maybe you should come lay down with me on the couch for a bit. Just in case one starts up."

You traced the white hairs at the center of his beard with a smile.

"I think I can spare an hour or so."

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[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 42: Unforeseen Encounters 

Sanji in whole cake island was both Sad, but they gave us incredible angles

A/N: We are back at it again with another chapter! We finally made it to Whole Cake Island Arc!!! WOOOO!! Now get ready yall cause this one right here!! I am beginning to color coordinate with the chapters, i'll go back and do the previous chapters as well, but for whole cake island, thats going to be blue, and will be highlighted on the masterlist. Thank you guys for reading my fanfic, liking, sharing, reblogging, commenting! I love you all so much! And without further ado, let the adventure begin! 

Word Count:

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One Piece x Reader 

Sanji POV…

As the ship draws closer to Big Mom's territory, the cotton candy clouds drift lazily from the sky, dissolving in the wind. Yet, no sweetness from the air can ease the bitter knot of dread twisting in my stomach. Solitude. That’s what I feel most keenly now. I’m surrounded by her subordinates, and yet, I’ve never felt more alone. I chose this path, but it doesn’t make the weight any lighter.

Y/N’s face flashes in my mind—a vision I try to cling to, to remind myself why I’m doing this. The very thought of her being forced into the same situation I am, married off to that bastard Ichiji of all people, makes my blood boil. There’s no way I could let them find her or drag her into this nightmare. It’s better she stays far away. Better she doesn’t come here at all.

The letter I wrote her was my truth. No one else knows what’s in my heart, how deeply she’s become a part of it. My eyes are set on her. I’d sacrifice everything before letting her be pawned off in some arranged marriage, even though I’m in the same damn boat. But it’s different for me. I can handle this. I have to.

Bege was adamant about leaving Zou without her, and for that, I’m grateful. I refused to give them any clue as to where to find Y/N. Let them look, let them search—it won’t change a damn thing. Once I settle this twisted mess, I’ll find my way back to the crew. I’ll see her again. And when I do... maybe, just maybe, I’ll find the words to tell her everything that’s been locked inside.

"Now, I do hope you’ve decided not to be stubborn." The voice of one of Big Mom’s subordinates snaps me from my thoughts. His tone is smug, dripping with authority as he stands over me. "Remember, it’s not just Big Mom’s family you’ll be tied to. You’ll be swearing allegiance to Germa 66 as well."

I don’t flinch at his words, though it feels like a punch to the gut every time they bring up Germa. Those bastards. I swore to myself that I was done with them, but here I am, heading back to the hell I thought I’d escaped.

The subordinate narrows his eyes, as if something has only just dawned on him. "As for the princess, why is she not on board?" His question is laced with suspicion, as if he’s beginning to sense the gaps in the story I’ve woven for them.

"Like I said, the princess will not marry Ichiji," I snap, my voice firm as I stare down the subordinate. "Besides, she’s engaged to me."

It’s a lie—a bold one—but I wasn’t going to let them take an inch. I’d say whatever I had to, anything to keep them from dragging Y/N into this twisted mess. My stomach twists with guilt, knowing she really isn’t engaged to me. But in that moment, it’s the only card I have left to play.

The subordinate narrows his eyes at me, suspicion creeping into his expression. "Engaged to you?" He seems to weigh the words, looking for any crack in my story, any sign of hesitation. I hold his gaze, daring him to challenge it.

After a tense moment, he lets out a low, dismissive chuckle. "Doesn’t matter," he says, waving a hand as if swatting away a nuisance. "She is still set to marry Ichiji. Arrangements have already been made. Whether you claim she’s engaged to you or not won’t change a damn thing."

My fists clench at my sides, a surge of anger burning through me. These bastards think they can control everything, including her future. But I’ll be damned if I let them. They may have me in this stranglehold, but Y/N is where I draw the line. I’m not about to let them manipulate her life like they have mine.

"I told you," I grit out, my voice low but filled with resolve. "She’s not marrying that bastard. Not now, not ever."

The subordinate smirks, clearly enjoying my frustration. "We’ll see, Black Leg. We’ll see."

"You think I give a crap what that bastard wants?" I said with defiance, my frustration barely contained. "I never want to see him again. He makes me sick."

I lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag, trying to calm the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "I only came here to bring this to a close," I said, my gaze steady, focused.

"No need to get so antagonistic." The subordinate smirked, not missing a beat. "Mama is looking forward to both your arrangements. You should feel honored."

I exhaled a cloud of smoke, disgust settling in deeper. The thought of Big Mom pulling the strings on my life, dictating my future… it made my stomach churn.

"Mama’s well aware of your connection to Strawhat Luffy, but she holds you in high regard," the subordinate added smoothly. "After all, you trained at a prestigious restaurant in the East Blue. But the princess... well, it’s more than that. It’s about Ichiji. I remember watching her battle at Punk Hazard, taking down Monet. Quite the performance."

I clenched my jaw, the mention of Y/N’s fight bringing a flash of memories. She was strong, relentless, and fierce. They had been watching her, too. Of course, these bastards would want to use her.

The subordinate’s grin widened. "In fact, with Germa’s legacy behind her and her impressive abilities, they’d make a perfect match. The union of her skill and Germa’s technology? They’d be unstoppable together. Don’t you think?"

His words cut deep, filling me with rage. The idea of Y/N being paired with Ichiji, being forced into their sick plans, it was beyond unbearable. They didn’t care about her, only the power she could provide.

"You’re insane if you think I’ll let that happen," I growled through gritted teeth.

"Screw what they want!" I shouted, my frustration boiling over. "You see these hands?" I held them up, shaking with anger. "They’re made for one thing and one thing only—cooking for my crewmates. For as long as they'll have me!"

A flash of memory hit me like a punch to the gut—us, aboard the Sunny, all together, laughing, eating, enjoying each other's company. That’s why I went through hell and back—to become a better chef for them, for my family.

"I went through hell itself to become the best chef for them!" I yelled. "And I bet right now, they're starving—stomachs growling, eyes full of tears. And my beautiful fiancée, Y/N, must be craving something sweet right about now," I added with a smirk, blowing out a puff of smoke. "But punks like you? You aren't worthy of my food!"

"Vito!" The subordinate shouted, holding up something in his hand. "We've got a special photo from Whole Cake Island, lelo, just for you to see."

I didn’t bother turning around. "There’s not gonna be a wedding, jackass. What difference does a photo make?" I muttered, still seething. "And for the last time, my betrothed is Y/N."

"Just take a look," Vito insisted, inching closer.

I was ready to kick him into next week, but when my eyes landed on the picture, everything stopped. I couldn’t help it.

The girl in the photo—her face. Her soft, sweet eyes. My heart suddenly started racing.

"This is your fiancée, lelo," Vito grinned, knowing he'd hit a nerve. "The 35th daughter of the Charlotte family, Lady Charlotte Pudding."

I felt my heart pound in my chest as I stared at her. I wasn’t sure what to say, the cigarette barely hanging from my lips as I looked at the photo. This… this was the girl they wanted me to marry? My fiancée? My mind was racing, and for the first time, I didn’t have a quick retort.

Time had passed since I saw that photo of Pudding, but eventually, we docked. I walked silently, my mind still racing, trying to shake off the image.

"So, what do you think, lover boy? Quite the sight to see, lelo. Glad I showed you, lelo!" Vito’s irritating voice broke my focus, making me halt mid-step.

"It doesn’t matter what picture you show me," I said, my voice low and firm. "My heart belongs to another woman." Without missing a beat, I continued walking, trying to leave him behind.

"By the way," Vito started up again, "do you ever read the WEJ? It’s a major paper, lelo. They used to run this awesome comic strip, Sora, Warrior of the Sea—had a giant robot and everything. And the enemy? Well, it was the evil army of Germa 66."

I clenched my jaw but kept walking. He wouldn’t shut up. "People all over the world loved that comic," he continued, grinning like this was some big joke to him.

As Vito rambled on about Germa 66 and the comic, I just kept quiet, ignoring every word that spewed from his mouth. The last thing I needed was to be reminded of that cursed family, and even less of what they were planning with Big Mom.

When Vito finally led me to my room, I noticed Caesar locked up in a cage, ranting and raving as usual. "Would you stop following me? This is supposed to be my room," I said, glaring at Vito.

"It’s supposed to be my room too! Why am I locked in a cage?!" Caesar whined, throwing a tantrum.

"Serves you right for wishing ill on my princess," I shot back, settling on the sofa, trying to calm my irritation.

"I wish her nothing but hell!" Caesar barked, making my blood boil. My hand twitched, wanting to deck him across the cage bars.

"Listen, we were told to capture you, not pamper you, lelo," Vito chuckled. "But Sanji here, and what was supposed to be Princess Y/N, lelo, are the stars who will bring the Vinsmokes and the Charlotte family together as one!"

"Not happening," I shot back, crossing my arms defiantly.

Vito smirked, looking over at Caesar. "So you may be a genius, but they are worth more.”

 “I'm not getting married, and neither is Y/N. Now get the hell out of here." I lit another cigarette, my resolve firm.

"What did you just say?" a hitman named Gotti interjected, stepping forward menacingly. "Ain't nobody disrespecting my boy Vito! Now apologize or you're dead!"

"Gotti! It’s fine; he didn’t hurt me," Vito said, trying to control the situation. "He was just playing around."

"No, I was serious," I retorted, maintaining my stance with my arms crossed. "Now both of you get the hell out of my room right now!"

Gotti’s anger flared, but before he could respond, a female voice rang out from the doorway. "Gotti! What the hell are you trying to pull?"

She stepped into the room, her tone fierce and authoritative. "Please forgive me, I'm sorry, ma'am," Gotti stammered, suddenly on the defensive.

"Sorry ain’t gonna cut it. Gotti, do you realize he is one of the Vinsmoke family?" she scolded, pointing an accusing finger at me. "If you lay a finger on him, my Bege's head is going to roll! It’s bad enough my Bege couldn’t bring the princess, but you will not impose threats on a Vinsmoke!" With that, she yanked Gotti away from my line of sight, clearly not willing to let him escalate things further.

I took a moment to process her words, and as I watched her, something about her looked familiar.

The door closed, leaving me with a moment of peace as I blew out the smoke from my cigarette, the tension still thick in the air.

"Big Mom is going to kill me for sure!" Caesar whined from his cage, his voice trembling with anxiety. "None of this is fair! You're a Vinsmoke, and that princess is marrying that Vinsmoke, so you both get star treatment, and I get the giantine!"

I ignored him, my thoughts drifting back to Y/N. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, but I was determined. I wouldn't let them dictate my life, nor would I let them take Y/N away from me. The fight was just beginning.

Y/N POV…

I wiped the sweat from my brow, the sweltering heat making it hard to focus. Nami and I had switched outfits to survive this unbearable temperature. Nami opted for a white tank top and blue ruffled skirt, while I followed suit, wearing a white cropped tank with a few buttons undone and a blue mini ruffled skirt with open-toed heels. It didn’t help that we were stranded without Sanji and with nothing to eat.

"Alright, I was wrong... I'm gonna die after all," Luffy groaned dramatically, trying to catch something in the water. "It’s so hot, I might melt before I starve. I want Sanji back on this ship!" He complained, flailing about as the rest of the crew—Chopper, Brook, and Pedro—worked to catch something edible.

"Ugh, I’m hungry, it’s hot, and I’m tired," Carrot whined, lying across Nami and me in the shade. We were all feeling the exhaustion.

"How much longer will it take?" I muttered, feeling my arms turning to jelly as the sun continued to beat down on us.

"I know it’s hot, but someone please catch something while the sun’s still out," Nami pleaded weakly, echoing my fatigue.

"Go team food..." Carrot groaned from her position beside us.

Suddenly, Pedro called out. "Luffy! Pull quick!" Luffy reeled in a giant fish, causing us all to stare at the catch, momentarily hopeful—until we saw its strange, purple skin.

"Uh… why is the skin purple?" I asked, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

"Yeah, that color might be a bad sign," Chopper said hesitantly.

"It could be poisonous," Nami suggested, eyeing the fish warily.

"If it’s a fish, then it’s food! You don’t know what you’re talking about!" Luffy insisted, delirious from hunger, as he began cutting into the fish’s skin.

Chopper rushed to Sanji’s locker, pulling out a cookbook, flipping through it frantically. "Let me see if Sanji has something on this type of fish."

A few moments later, Chopper returned, his eyes wide with alarm. "The skin is poisonous! You can eat the fish, but not the skin!"

We all turned to look at Luffy, who was chewing happily on the purple flesh. "The skin’s so good," Luffy said with a grin, offering me some. "Here, Y/N, you should try some too!"

"Hard pass, Captain," I said, shaking my head firmly.

"Wait, what? Poisonous? Oh no," Luffy groaned, but then he quickly shook his head. "I feel great. Maybe it’s not poisonous after all."

"Sanji’s notes say once you peel the skin, the rest of the fish is safe to eat," Chopper read from the book, sounding relieved.

"Alright, peel the skin, and I’ll cook it up!" Luffy announced, ready to spring into action. But Nami quickly smacked him on the head, reminding him that one kitchen fire was enough.

"You sit here and don’t do anything crazy!" Nami said sternly. "Y/N and I will cook the fish."

I peeled off the skin while Nami followed Sanji’s recipe to the letter, the kitchen filling with the mouthwatering aroma of the fish cooking. "That smells amazing, Nami," I complimented as we plated the food.

Minutes later, we brought out the plates, handing them out to the crew. Everyone dug in with tears in their eyes, relieved to have a decent meal at last.

"It’s so good!" Carrot cried, her energy coming back instantly.

"Chopper, eat something before you pass out," Nami urged, handing him a plate.

But despite the momentary relief, Chopper looked panicked. "Luffy’s doing really bad. I’m afraid he’s going to die!"

"I already used up all our antidotes," Chopper continued, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh no," I gasped, feeling the gravity of the situation settle in. "We need to find an island, Nami!"

"Unfortunately for your captain, we won’t be able to get to land for medicine," Pekoms said as he removed his bandages, his tone grim. "We’re about to hit Big Mom’s territory."

Our jaws dropped in shock.

"Black Leg Sanji has probably reached Whole Cake Island by now," Pekoms continued. "No matter what, don’t lower your guard."

Pedro moved to keep watch, and the rest of us tensed up. "At the first island we dock at, we’ll find an antidote for Luffy," Pekoms reassured.

Just then, I noticed something unusual. "Why is it snowing?" I asked, squinting at the sky.

"That’s not snow—it’s cotton candy rain," Nami said, her voice filled with disbelief. Cotton candy began falling gently from the sky, landing in my hand.

"We’ve entered Mama’s territory," Pekoms stated darkly.

"I see something!" Pedro called out. "It’s a ship, coming right for us."

"It’s one of Mama’s tart ships!" Pekoms warned us. "You guys, hide!"

As we scrambled to hide, Chopper worked to slow the effects of the poison spreading through Luffy’s body. "This is bad," he whispered.

"Do you see anything?" I asked in a hushed voice, squinting at the ship.

"Is that a transponder snail?" Nami asked as we peered out cautiously.

"It’s not Big Mom’s ship," she said, sounding confused as we stepped out from our hiding spots. The ship had an eerie presence.

"They call Germa 66 the warmongers," Nami explained, making me tense up. My heart skipped a beat.

"Isn’t that…?" I started to say, turning to Brook, who instinctively moved to shield me in case it was Ichiji.

Suddenly, we spotted someone on the ship with a familiar, curly eyebrow.

"Sanji!!!" Chopper cried, running toward the figure.

"Sanji?" I whispered, hope blooming in my chest. Could it really be him?

I grabbed my sword but quickly dropped it, my heart racing. I leapt forward, using all the momentum I had, and landed gracefully in front of the figure.

"Sanji!" I threw myself into him, wrapping my legs around his waist, hugging him with all my strength. My arms tightened around his neck as I buried my face into his shoulder. "Sanji, is it really you?" I sniffled, planting soft kisses along his neck.

"I have so much to tell you! Oh my goodness!" I said, holding onto him, relief and joy washing over me. But then, I clenched my fist and smacked the back of his head. "Why the hell would you say we were engaged?! We never even had that conversation!" I scolded, still clinging to him.

He tensed at first, his grip on me slightly different than what I remembered. But I brushed it off, my emotions clouding my judgment. "It’s okay, we can talk about that later," I said, loosening my grip.

But then, his hands tightened around me, the pressure becoming uncomfortable.

"Sanji… you’re kind of hurting me a bit," I said, squirming in his hold. Something felt wrong.

"Sanji… you’re kind of hurting me a bit," I said again, my voice firmer this time, but he didn’t release his grip. Instead, a dark laugh escaped his lips, sending a shiver down my spine. Something was definitely wrong.

"You can let me go now!" I demanded, but his grip only tightened. My patience snapped, and with a clenched right fist, I swung, punching him square in the face. His hold loosened just enough for me to leap backward, putting distance between us. As I caught my breath, my eyes locked on him—something was off. He wasn’t Sanji.

Before I could retreat back to the ship, he stood in front of me again, removing his hood with a smirk. My heart dropped.

"You're not Sanji," I whispered, my blades starting to hum with a white hue as I clenched my fists, electricity crackling through my right arm.

"Y/N!" Brook called from the distance, his voice filled with worry.

"Stay back, all of you!" I shouted to the crew, not taking my eyes off the imposter.

"Stop calling me Sanji!" he snapped. "You got the wrong guy. My name is Yonji," he said, his eyes scanning me from head to toe with a disgusting grin. "I gotta admit though, you're even better in person." His gaze shifted into heart-shaped eyes as he ogled me.

Disgust flooded through me as Yonji suddenly lunged forward, grabbing me by the left arm, yanking me closer. I struggled, trying to wrench myself free from his iron grip.

"Oh no, Y/N!" Nami gasped, watching in horror.

Yonji's grip tightened further as he sneered, "I don’t care if you’re my brother’s fiancée—you should’ve been mine from the start."

My heart raced, not out of fear but from pure anger. "I’m not anyone’s fiancée!" I yelled, and in one quick move, I sent an electrical current surging through my right hand, shocking him hard enough to make him release me. I leaped away, landing back on the ship just in time.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Carrot asked, rushing to my side.

"I’m fine, Carrot. Thank you," I said, catching my breath and standing back up. I turned toward Yonji, who had retreated to his ship, his eyes still filled with those disgusting heart shapes. His grin only widened.

"A feisty woman," he chuckled. "You’re so hot."

I clenched my jaw, anger boiling inside me. Just as I thought I was safe, Yonji extended his arm from his ship, grabbing me again, this time with even more force.

"Y/N!" Chopper cried as I struggled to break free. His grip was suffocating.

"Let me go!" I shouted, kicking my legs in vain as he pulled me closer.

"Why?" Yonji sneered, tightening his hold. "You liked me better when you thought I was Sanji. Why don’t you give me kiss, huh?"

"Wait, come back! Sanji!" Chopper yelled, his voice frantic.

"Ugh, I’m Yonji!" he growled, his annoyance flaring.

I had enough. Just as Yonji was about to pull me in closer, I lifted my right leg and landed a swift, powerful kick on his arm, forcing him to release me. I plummeted toward the water, but before I hit, I clenched my left hand and used the momentum to leap back into the air, landing safely on the ship once more.

I gasped for air, my heart pounding from the close call. "That was close..." I muttered, sheathing my blade back into its thigh holster.

"Oh no! Luffy!" Chopper suddenly cried out. "He’s developing a rash—he can’t fight it anymore!"

"Stay with us, Luffy!" Nami pleaded, kneeling beside him.

"Don’t give up, Captain!" I added, rushing over as I spotted my sword on the ground. I picked it up quickly, making my way back to Luffy.

"You must have some antidote!" Chopper yelled toward Yonji, his voice thick with desperation.

Yonji slid his glasses on, grinning arrogantly. "Sorry, guys, I’m not into the whole saving lives thing. But if you want that medicine, why don’t you come and take it from us? I mean, you are pirates, right?" His grin widened as he toyed with us.

Nami, fuming, clenched her fists. "He only has Sanji’s bad parts, none of the good ones! He’s just a playboy jerk!"

"That’s it," I muttered, fury burning through me. I clenched my left hand and, without hesitation, leaped into the air once more, my sword gripped tightly in my right hand. I was done with his games.

"Y/N, be careful!" Brook called out, his voice echoing behind me.

"Princess, can’t get enough of me, I see," Yonji teased, smirking as he moved to intercept me.

But I was ready. Pressing the red gem embedded in my sword, I expected the familiar blaze of red flames, but instead, a mix of red electricity and a vibrant blue hue surged from the blade. What is this? I thought, momentarily stunned. My sword had never done that before. The energy crackled around me, sharper, more powerful.

Just as Yonji reached out to grab me again, a female voice cut through the tension. "Yonji... Stop being so stingy, will you?" Before I could react, Yonji was sent flying into the air, crashing into the water below with a loud splash.

The sheer force of the kick had me blinking in shock. "That kick’s strength... it looked similar to mine," I muttered as I made my way back to our ship. I pressed the red gemstone on my sword once more, deactivating the energy, and placed the sword behind me.

"What is going on?" Nami asked, her voice filled with confusion.

Suddenly, the female who kicked Yonji out of the way gracefully landed on our ship. "Do forgive him. He’s rather heartless... a creep too, but never mind my little brother. I’ll set this straight." She flashed a charming smile, completely unbothered by Yonji’s embarrassing defeat.

"Creep is an understatement," I muttered under my breath, still glaring in the direction Yonji had been launched from.

"Little brother?" Nami echoed, her eyes widening as she looked at the mysterious woman who had just arrived.

"Are you related to Sanji?" Chopper asked, his curiosity piqued. "She’s got curly eyebrows too!" he exclaimed, connecting the dots.

"She’s lovely!" Brook said, hearts practically radiating from his eyes.

I couldn’t help but slap my forehead and shake my head at his antics. "Reiju!" Yonji yelled, now flying out of the water and into the air.

"He flies?" Chopper gasped, his eyes sparkling with amazement.

"Damn it! What were you thinking, humiliating me like that—and in front of the princess?!" Yonji was clearly furious, more bothered by his embarrassment than anything else.

"Baffoon! You should be ashamed of yourself!" Reiju scolded him, hands on her hips, clearly not taking his tantrum seriously.

"I wonder how he’s floating," Brook mused, observing Yonji's ability to stay airborne.

"Maybe it’s the same thing that King gave you, Y/N?" Nami suggested.

"Impossible," I responded, shaking my head. "I trained for two years to wield the power I have. It’s definitely not the same."

"Maybe it’s a Devil Fruit power?" Chopper guessed.

"It’s not like Sanji’s Skywalk or CP9’s technique either," Nami noted, trying to piece it together.

"Well, whatever it is, I just want him away from me," I muttered, turning my attention back to Luffy, who was still struggling.

"That’s because they didn’t acquire that skill through training," Pekoms chimed in, stepping forward. "It’s technology. They’re powerful, but the strength of Germa 66 is science-based. That’s why Big Mom wants them—she wants their technology."

"Does that mean I can fly with super shoes too?" Chopper asked, his excitement bubbling over.

"I don’t think that’s how it works, Chopper," I chuckled, despite the tension.

"Sanji’s family is amazing… I wonder why he never told us," Nami mused, her gaze lingering on Yonji and Reiju.

"Vinsmoke… the leaders of Germa 66," Brook said, his tone more somber now. "Pekoms, that name rings a bell. If I recall, Vinsmoke is the name of a royal family."

"Wait, like Vivi or Neptune’s family?" Chopper asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"So… they’re really famous?" I added, glancing up at Yonji, still floating above us with a smug grin on his face.

"That’s right. Their name is synonymous with evil. In fact, they were portrayed as villains in a comic strip," Pekoms explained, his voice carrying a note of warning.

I stood up from my position and sighed, running my hand through my hair, feeling Zoro’s bandana still securing it tightly. "Great… so my fiancée is not only an assassin, but he’s also evil."

The weight of everything felt like it was pressing down on me. How had I ended up in this mess?

Reiju laughed lightly, her composed demeanor masking any surprise at Brook’s bizarre request. “I’m impressed, you're quite the historian,” she remarked.

Brook, blushing despite his skeletal appearance, chuckled nervously. "Well, I have been alive for a long time... and dead as well," he said, taking off his hat and bowing. "You see, it’s not just a story. Even now, we are royalty. Germa is a land without soil. Although we own no territory, we are still given the right to join the Reverie, all the same," Reiju explained, her voice proud yet calm.

"I see," Brook said, still bowing. "May I see your royal panties, most honored lady?" he asked, this time falling to his knees in front of her.

Without missing a beat, Nami delivered a swift kick to the back of Brook's head. "Stop it!" she yelled, hands on her hips in frustration.

I shook my head at Brook’s antics but couldn't help smiling.

Reiju turned her attention to me. "As for you, Princess," she said with a warm smile, "It appears my brother is quite fond of you."

I rolled my eyes. "Which one?" I asked sarcastically, pointing at Yonji, who was still hovering nearby. "Because this guy over here seems to be rather fond of me too."

Reiju laughed again, this time a bit more warmly. "No, no, not Yonji. I’m talking about Ichiji. He hasn’t stopped talking about you since the moment he decided he wanted to marry you."

I crossed my arms, feeling defiant. "Yeah, well, the feeling isn’t mutual. I’m not interested in marriage—any marriage, for that matter," I said firmly.

Reiju’s smile didn’t falter. "The terms are already set, Princess. You will marry Ichiji."

I blinked, my mind racing. "What does he even want with me?" I asked, frustration creeping into my voice. "Out of all the women in the world, why me?"

Reiju’s eyes softened. "He never said. All he did was tell our father to arrange the marriage. And since Sanji’s wedding was already set, yours was arranged on the spot."

"Is that why my wanted poster suddenly says ‘Vinsmoke’?" I asked, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks.

"Yes," she nodded, confirming my suspicions. "He wanted to ensure no one else would try to claim you. He's... quite a jealous man."

"Great," I muttered, my stomach churning. "And what about the ‘only alive’ part?" I pressed, interrogating her further.

Reiju tilted her head slightly. "He added that because, after watching you fight, he knew he wanted you by his side... alive."

I froze. "Wait... what do you mean, watched me fight? The only time my fight was broadcast was—"

The realization hit me hard, and I took a step back, my eyes widening. "No... It couldn’t be."

Reiju’s calm gaze held mine, and I could tell she wasn’t lying. Ichiji had been watching me, possibly for longer than I realized.

"Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking that from him," she said, making her way toward Luffy.

"Taking what?" Nami asked, confused.

Reiju knelt down in front of Luffy. "I’m going to guess he ate the skin of an Armor Fish from the Poison Sea," she said.

Chopper’s eyes widened. "Yeah, how’d you know?" he asked, bewildered.

"This poison has a rather unique set of components. He’s a glutton for eating it. Not even a giant could survive this," Reiju said matter-of-factly.

Chopper panicked, tears forming in his eyes. "What?! There’s nothing you can do?! I’ve failed! I’m the worst doctor in the world!"

Reiju, however, remained calm. "But this is good. You’re lucky, it’s the best kind of poison. Down the hatch," she said before locking lips with Luffy and beginning to extract the poison.

"Luffy is getting a smoochy!" Brook exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and excitement.

"Ahh, that’s so gross," Nami groaned, turning her head away.

"That’s so scandalous," Pekoms said, blushing.

I blinked rapidly, feeling like I was intruding on something personal. "I feel like I’m interrupting something," I muttered, covering my eyes but peeking every few seconds out of curiosity.

Chopper, still panicking, yelled, "Whoa! If you suck out that poison, you’ll die for sure!"

"Oh, I’m so jealous!" Brook wailed dramatically. "If only I could trade places with him, but alas... my lips are long gone! Yohoho!"

As Reiju continued to extract the poison, we all watched in shock as the rashes began to transfer from Luffy’s body to Reiju’s.

"What?!" we all yelled in unison.

Chopper examined Luffy. "There’s no more rash! It’s all gone!" he exclaimed.

Reiju stood up, unphased by the poison she had just absorbed. "I’ve never felt better. After all, I’m ‘Poison Pink,’" she said calmly, giving us all a faint smile.

Luffy finally came to, coughing a bit as he regained consciousness. "Whoa, what happened?!" he asked, looking around.

Carrot and Chopper began crying in relief.

"Wait, did I fall asleep while eating that giant fish? That skin part was really good. Do we have any more?!" Luffy asked, completely oblivious to how close he had come to dying.

Nami and I were both in tears, frustration and relief mixing together. "No!" we yelled in unison.

"You don’t remember? Not even the part where you almost died?!" Nami shouted, her voice rising.

Luffy blinked, then turned to Reiju, mistaking her for Sanji because of her curly eyebrow. "Sanji!" he said, grinning.

Chopper sighed. "That’s a woman, Luffy."

Luffy looked at her again. "Actually... you’re right," he admitted, scratching his head, confused but still Luffy.

“Luffy… she’s the person who just saved your life,” Brook pointed at Reiju with a skeletal finger.

Luffy, with his typical grin, turned to her. "Huh, thanks, lady!" he said, his carefree tone easing the tension for a moment.

I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. It felt like I was drowning in the weight of everything happening around me. But Luffy’s casualness, as usual, brought a strange comfort.

"I never knew Sanji had a big sister!" Luffy exclaimed, his grin growing wider.

"Yes, that’s right," Reiju nodded. "Sanji is a Vinsmoke like us."

My body tensed again, and Luffy caught it, his sharp eyes flicking to me, but he didn’t say anything. I tried to focus on what Reiju was saying.

"He was separated from us when he was young. Our father’s been searching for him for a while. When Sanji’s wanted poster began circulating two years ago, my father made a call to the government to prioritize catching him. But, well… they ended up catching a man named Duval by mistake,” Reiju said with a slight smirk.

“Sanji was not a fan of that whole mess,” Brook chimed in, causing me to stifle a laugh. The memory of Duval’s ridiculous face and the chaos that followed flashed in my mind. Even in the middle of all this madness, the absurdity of that situation was hard to forget.

“When your crew made a surprise comeback, the World Government shared the news with us,” Reiju continued. “My father then replaced Sanji’s wanted poster with ‘Only Alive’ and raised his bounty to make sure he’d come back to us.”

Nami crossed her arms, nodding. "So that’s why we knew something was off with his bounty, but we couldn’t figure out the reason."

Luffy’s focus sharpened. "Okay, so where is Sanji right now?" he asked, the easygoing air disappearing for a moment as concern for his crewmate replaced it.

Reiju sighed. "I can’t say for sure. He could be with Big Mom or with our father. We thought we might catch him along the way, but it seems we were too late."

She turned toward me, her eyes softening, but her words carried a weight I wasn’t ready to deal with. “At least I got to see the woman who’s going to be marrying my other brother,” she said, her gaze lingering on me.

I clenched my fists, every fiber of my being resisting that statement. But Reiju smiled knowingly. "He’ll be thrilled when I tell him you’ve arrived."

The thought of being married off to Ichiji—someone I’d never even met—made my stomach churn. My future, my choices, were being ripped out from under me, and no matter how much I wanted to fight it, the Vinsmoke family wasn’t about to give me a choice.

I shot Reiju a look of defiance. “I’m not marrying him, or anyone for that matter,” I said coldly.

Reiju’s expression didn’t change, as if she expected that response. "We’ll see," she said calmly, almost too calmly.

"But we will see Sanji at the tea party along with Ichiji’s fiancée, that’s the important part," Reiju said, her voice steady as she looked at me. The weight of her words pressed on my chest, reminding me of the looming wedding, the plans that were being made without my consent. I tried to stay calm, but my mind was spinning.

"It won’t be long now," Reiju added, her gaze shifting to Luffy. "And I even got to meet you. You took care of Sanji, Strawhat, for that, I am grateful."

Reiju was about to leave when Luffy shot up from where he sat, fire in his eyes. "Sanji’s sister!" he called out. "Thanks for saving my life for real, but still, we are taking Sanji back and stopping Y/N’s wedding. They’re my crewmates and friends!"

I couldn’t help but feel the strength behind his words. He was standing up for me, for Sanji, for all of us. Luffy’s loyalty, that unshakable determination, reminded me that I wasn’t alone in this. No matter how daunting things seemed, we would fight this together.

Reiju turned back around, her eyes scanning us—each one of us standing with defiance on our faces. We were ready to fight for what mattered most.

"I won’t give up on them," Luffy declared with conviction, his voice like a solid anchor pulling us all together.

Before I could dwell on those feelings, Yonji’s loud voice cut through the tension. "Hey, you! You’re Pekoms from the Big Mom Pirates. Just what the hell are you doing hanging out with the Strawhats?"

Pekoms stood firm, his expression unyielding. "I have my reasons, and that’s all I gotta say. Things might be different after these wedding ceremonies, but for now, you’re just some random guy."

Reiju glanced at him and nodded. "Can’t argue with that," she said, then leaped into the air, landing gracefully beside Yonji. We watched, a mix of apprehension and curiosity swirling among us.

"Raise the anchor! Let’s move!" Yonji commanded, his voice booming. He turned his gaze from his subordinates back to me, and for a heartbeat, our eyes locked. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of discomfort under his intense stare, like he was weighing something in his mind.

As Reiju and Yonji headed off in another direction, I felt a rush of determination. We couldn’t let them dictate our fate.

"Okay, we better get moving," Nami said, breaking the tension. As we began to set sail, I sank into my thoughts, finally sitting down and closing my eyes for a moment.

Chopper began to examine Luffy, who was looking worse for wear, and the relentless ringing of the transponder snail filled the air.

"Geez, shut up!" Luffy and I exclaimed in unison, irritation bubbling up. It felt good to share the moment of frustration, a reminder that we were still on the same side.

"It’s a warning signal; it won’t stop even if you pick it up," Pekoms explained, his tone calm and collected.

"Well, that’s annoying," I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Poison made me hungry," Luffy grumbled, the usual sparkle in his eyes dimmed but not extinguished.

"We are still short on food supplies," Nami reminded us, her expression serious.

Pekoms continued, "You’re on one of Mama’s 34 islands. Whole Cake is in the center, and each island has a minister that runs the show. It’s Totoland."

Pedro piped up then. "Another ship is heading toward us."

"If they find you, it’ll be a whole pain in the ass," Pekoms warned, urgency in his voice. Without hesitation, we all dashed back to our hiding spot, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Once we docked, we stayed hidden until Pekoms finally gave us the signal that it was safe.

"Where are Luffy and Chopper?" Pedro asked, scanning the area with concern.

I couldn’t help but smile at the situation. "We should have expected this, except I’m not with them this time," I said, a playful glint in my eyes.

"They bought my cover story, but we better not stay long," Pekoms urged us, urgency lacing his voice. "So do what you gotta do, then scram! We are in a rush anyway."

He handed out disguises, and as I slipped mine on, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Nami and Carrot stepped out first. Nami looked stunning in a white and red overall short dress, the pink bow at her waist adding a touch of charm. Carrot twirled into view in a playful green short dress that suited her lively spirit perfectly.

And then it was my turn. I stepped out, and my heart sank as I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection. I was wearing a white short dress with sleeves that fell off my shoulders, and the sweetheart neckline accentuated my chest. Rhinestones adorned the neckline, glistening in the light, while the ties at the back created the illusion of an hourglass figure. The bottom flared out gracefully, and my silver heels clicked softly against the floor. My hair was half up, half down, with a few strands framing my face.

Overall, I looked like I was heading to a wedding reception.

"Now why the hell am I wearing a white dress?!" I exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and frustration flooding my voice. The last thing I needed was to draw more attention to myself, especially dressed like this.

Nami chuckled, clearly amused by my predicament. "You look great! Just go with it," she said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Easy for you to say!" I shot back, though I couldn’t help but smirk.

"You look gorgeous, Y/N!" Carrot said, her eyes lighting up as she took in my ensemble.

"Thank you, Carrot," I replied, smiling at her enthusiasm, even though I felt a bit out of place. The dress was beautiful, but I wasn’t used to wearing something so formal, and the feeling of it clinging to me was a constant reminder of the situation we were in.

Suddenly, a loud voice echoed from behind. "There’s our young bride!" Brook called out, his usual cheerfulness somehow both amusing and alarming.

"Brook, what are you...?" I started to ask, but he didn’t let me finish.

"Ohh, I knew this day would come!" he exclaimed, looking as though he was about to break into a song at any moment.

"Brook, I’m not—" I protested, trying to cut through his joyful delusions.

"I told you, you’d make a blushing bride!" he continued, tears flowing from his eye sockets, each drop a testament to his excitement and unwavering optimism.

"Brook, I’m not getting married!" I insisted, my voice rising in exasperation. I could feel my cheeks heat up, and I desperately wanted to hide.

"Could have fooled me! You still look fantastic, yohooo!" he replied, spinning around as if to emphasize my supposed wedding attire.

I shook my head, laughing despite my embarrassment. "Thanks, I guess?" I said, trying to take it all in stride. The situation was bizarre, yet Brook's antics somehow made it easier to breathe amidst the chaos we were facing.

Pekoms then coughed, bringing us all back to reality. "It’s going to take a whole day to get to Whole Cake Island, so be sure to get all you need, especially food."

"Oki dokie!" Carrot yelled, her enthusiasm infectious as she bounced on her heels.

I went to grab my sword, trying to figure out how I could carry it along with my thigh halter and blades. "Hey, Nami, do you have a bag big enough to hold my essentials?" I asked, hoping she had something suitable.

She nodded and made her way to find it. When she returned, she handed me a small but discreet bag. I placed the thigh halter and blades inside, then focused on my sword. "Hmm, what if I pressed..." I mused, pressing all three buttons on the hilt. To my surprise, the sword began to shrink. "Whoa! I didn’t know it could do that!" I exclaimed, marveling at the magical functionality as I placed it into the bag.

I also took off Zoro’s bandana, placing it inside the bag as well.

"How did you fit that giant sword in there?!" Nami asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"I know that moving the hilt to the right creates a shield, but I didn’t know pressing all three gems would make it shrink. King really thought of everything," I said, smiling as I grabbed the strap and placed it over my shoulder.

Carrot was watching everyone in the town, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It’s a land where every race can live without discrimination," Pekoms explained, his tone proud.

He went on to tell us the rules about eating chocolate since you could eat anything in Chocolat town. Suddenly, Brook piped up, "So… are the panties made of chocolate as well?"

"Of course they are!" Pekoms replied, barely able to contain his laughter.

Brook began to fantasize, his eyes glazing over with ridiculous thoughts until Nami sent a punch right to his head. "Just get the food and go!" Pekoms ordered, shaking his head.

"Alright, we’re ready!" I said, feeling the adrenaline start to pump through my veins.

"Oh my! Somebody ate the whole café!" yelled a voice from afar.

"There they are!" Nami exclaimed, pointing in the direction where Luffy’s unmistakable energy was.

We began to run toward Luffy, and I could hear Carrot urging, "Come on, guys, we gotta go faster!"

"We are trying too!" we all shouted in unison, pushing ourselves to keep up with the energy of the moment.

We caught up to Pedro and Brook, but we halted when we saw something unusual coming down from above.

"What the heck?" Nami exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Is that a carpet singing?" I said, squinting up at the bizarre sight.

"Not the owner of the café," Brook added, his curiosity piqued. We watched as the café owner covered for both Luffy and Chopper.

"What did she save them for?" Carrot wondered aloud.

"Maybe she’s just really nice," Nami suggested, though I felt a nagging hesitation about Luffy and Chopper’s savior.

"No one's that nice," I said, crossing my arms, my instincts warning me.

"We sure got lucky," Pedro chimed in, lighting his cigarette with a spark of electricity from his fingers.

"You gotta teach me that trick, Pedro," I said in awe.

He chuckled, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "You got it."

"Captain Pedro?!" yelled someone from behind us. We all turned, surprised.

"It really is you! What a surprise! It’s been a while," the familiar voice exclaimed.

Pedro quickly shushed the mink. "I'm sightseeing; don’t tell anyone," he said as we moved forward.

"Is something wrong, Pedro?" I asked, noticing a hint of tension as we made our way toward Luffy, Chopper, and the café owner's chocolate building.

We all sat down at a table while Luffy and Chopper continued to eat the walls, the sight both hilarious and alarming. As I settled into my chair, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about the café owner.

"Can you cool it for a second?" Nami said, her brows furrowed as she eyed Luffy and Chopper. "You were stuffed a second ago; where’d all that food go?"

"You gotta try this, Y/N! I know you're going to love it!" Luffy exclaimed, handing me a piece of chocolate. He passed one to Brook and Nami as well.

I looked at the piece and politely declined. "Sorry, Luffy, I’m not a sweets kind of person, but I’m sure it’s really delicious."

"Oh well, more for me!" he shrugged, diving back into the feast.

Brook and Nami took bites of theirs and simultaneously shouted, "It's so good!"

Time passed, and Luffy turned to Pudding, the café owner. "Thanks for saving me back there!"

"Oh no, don’t thank me; I should be the one thanking you," she replied in a sweet voice that made my skin crawl.

"This girl is acting," I thought, crossing my arms defensively.

"How is this woman real? She’s too sweet!" Brook exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

"I don’t mean to be rude, but we need to get going," Nami interjected, trying to steer the conversation.

Pudding then offered us tea, but I decided to stand and take a walk around.

"Where are you going?" Nami asked, her tone concerned.

I turned to her, smiling reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll be right back," I said as I headed out the door.

Once outside, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "I just know this ‘Pudding’ isn’t being truthful," I murmured to myself. "She’s hiding something, and I’m going to find out."

I took in the sights around me—the whole city was made of chocolate. "Best be careful; don’t want to dirty my outfit," I thought, holding the straps of my bag tightly, which contained my blades and sword, ensuring they stayed secure as I navigated through the sweet chaos of the city.

To my right, I noticed a jewelry store and chuckled, shaking my head. "Chocolate jewels? Now this I gotta see." I made my way inside, intrigued by the assortment on display.

"Now isn’t this creative," I thought, admiring the craftsmanship. My eyes landed on the rings, sparkling under the shop lights.

"Find something of interest?" the shop owner asked, his voice eager.

"At the moment, I'm just looking, but I will definitely let you know if I find something," I replied, about to walk away when he called me back.

"Miss! Would you please come for a moment? I must show you something!" he insisted, guiding me back to the rings.

"This ring is one of our finest collections—the rarest of rare," the owner proclaimed, presenting a stunning gold band adorned with diamonds and a captivating red ruby at its center.

"My, it's quite pretty," I said, genuinely impressed.

"Yes, it is... Would you like to try it on?" the owner offered, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

I laughed, shaking my head. "As long as it’s not made of chocolate, I'll try it."

He slipped the ring onto my ring finger. "A perfect fit!" he declared, clasping his hands together in delight.

"So it appears," I muttered, returning the ring back. "Thank you for your time, but I must be on my way."

The owner tried to stop me once more, but I was already out the door, eager to continue my exploration.

As I strolled through the streets, taking in everything around me, I suddenly lost my footing. Just as I was about to trip into a chocolate fountain, a strong arm pulled me back, spinning me around until I landed against a hard chest.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern etched across his face.

"Yes, I’m fine... thank y..." I started, taking in his features. He wore a white long-sleeve dress shirt, the fabric a sleek v-neck that revealed a hint of his chest, paired with dress pants. His vibrant red hair caught the light, and his glasses had a red tint that matched perfectly.

"Wow, this guy must really like red," I thought, taking a step back to create some distance.

"You gotta be careful; a pretty girl like you would have been drenched in chocolate," he said, his compliment making me smile and blush slightly.

"You're right; we wouldn’t want that now, would we?" I replied, laughing. The man chuckled as well.

"Well, I gotta get back to the café. Thank you for saving me," I said just as I was about to turn when he grabbed my wrist, halting me.

"Wait?!" he said, his grip rather strong. "Why don’t I walk you to the café? That way you don’t trip on any more chocolate," he suggested, chuckling.

I pulled my wrist back and replied, "If you want." We continued to stroll through Chocolat town in comfortable silence. I noticed some of the shopkeepers trembling in fear, which made me wonder why.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, and I turned to look at him, noticing more of his features—his nose was delicate, his chin chiseled, and his arms looked buff without making his dress shirt tight.

I nodded with a smile. "Everything is just fine," I assured him, feeling a small blush creep onto my cheeks. I noticed that he also blushed slightly, the color deepening in his cheeks as he glanced away for a moment.

"Well, this is it," I said as we approached the café. "Oh, I forgot one thing!" I exclaimed, making my way down the steps. I turned back to him and said, "Thank you for walking with me," as I placed a gentle peck on his cheek.

As I made my way back inside, I didn’t hear him say softly, "No problem, fiancee"

[softxsuki]

hi!! id like to make an urgent request please :)

tw !! mention of self harm / new sh wounds , mention of a blade

if you’re alright with it, id like to request a (romantic) hawks x gn!reader where hawks walks in on reader relapsing.

ive recently grown more and more stressed and tired lately, like my energy is constantly being drained and no matter how hard i try im not enough to stop it. and i wanna reach out for help cause i know i have friends who care about me but i just cant for some reason—i dont feel the need to ask for help cause i just dont think i deserve it. no matter how many times ill comfort others i was never strong enough to ask for the same comfort, and instead of going to someone and talking about it i turn to my blade.

hawks is a big comfort character of mine and my current hyperfix, and as embarassing as it is—reading comfort fanfics of him is a way of coping with it all. so id gladly appreciate if you could write this for me :) ++ if possible, id love if youd be able to include hawks cleaning reader’s cuts, cleaning them bringd me a sense of comfort and id love to see that in the fic.

but if you’re uncomfy about anything at all, no worries ! you dont have to write this if you dont wanna :) have a lovely day<3

Hawks Comforting Reader After They Self-Harm

please do not read if any kind of mentions of self-harm will do you more harm than good!

Pairing: Hawks x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of self harm, blade, blood, scars

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 750

Summary: In which your BF Hawks catches you self harming and cleans up your fresh cuts

[A/N: Hey hey, so sorry for taking so long to write this, I know it was urgent. I just happened to get sick randomly and couldn't focus to write. But I finally got this done for you! I hope you're still around to read it </3. Hopefully it provides you with some comfort. Always go to others for help before taking matters into your own hands. Even if you feel like you can't, I'm sure the people in your life would love to help you out <3 I'm here too if you ever need anything! Enjoy!]

You look back and forth between the bloody mess in front of you to the panicked face of Keigo who had walked in on you. 

He was supposed to be gone for the whole day, patrolling his designated area until later that evening. Who knew he’d stop by to check in on you, hoping to have lunch together before continuing his patrol duties. Yet, coming home to you hovering over the bathroom sink with blood dripping from your delicate skin was not what he expected at all.

Of course he knew about your history with self-harm and could very clearly see all your past scars on your body, but he never expected to see you actively harm yourself in front of him. 

“Y/N…” He starts cautiously, eyeing the blade in your hands as you shake with regret.

“I’m sorry,” you cry, dropping the blade in the sink and moving your bleeding wrists away from his view, but he quickly closes the space between you.

Gentle hands grab your own and inspect the damage done. He rolls up the sleeves of his hero suit and gets to work on cleaning you up. With a clean towel he dabs the blood away, applying slight pressure to help stop the bleeding a little, whispering an apology whenever you flinch from the pain. 

He’s silent; contemplating how he let it get this far. He was a hero for crying out loud and the one person he wanted to keep safe the most out of everyone else in the world, managed to get harmed while he was away. He was angry and frustrated at himself that he couldn’t prevent the fresh cuts on your arms. All those nights he kissed your scars and whispered sweet promises of love and protection were all for nothing. Why couldn’t he be more useful to you?

“Keigo, I didn’t mea-” you start, but he quickly cuts you off as he finishes applying the bandage wrap to your wrist.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault, it’s mine. I should have known something was off, I should have paid more attention and been around to help instead of being out. I’m sorry.”

He presses kisses to your bandaged wrist, just wishing that he could have the magical healing power that Recovery Girl’s kisses had. He wished he could kiss all your pain away and face it all himself in your stead. 

“No, no, this is all on me. You’re always there for me, telling me how much you love me and trying your best to encourage me and lift me up, but I always hold back,” you confess, snatching your arms away from him in guilt, “You’re so busy as it is saving everyone. I don’t want to add to your burdens with my own problems as well. I thought I could deal with it all alone, but I failed. I turned back to my blade because it was too much to bear on my own.”

He sighs, and this time brings you into his arms in an embrace, “That’s because we’re not meant to go through these things alone, babe. Even as a hero I don’t do things on my own either. I have a whole agency backing me up along with my other fellow heroes. No one can accomplish anything on their own without hurting themselves. So please let me be there for you to help you as much as you’ve helped me.”

Silent sobs escape your lips as he continues to hold you and speak.

“All those days when you held me after I failed to save someone. All those nights you patched me up after a mission and I stubbornly refused to go to a hospital; let me be there for you for all your tough times as well. Let me be the one to gather you up again and listen to all your worries, don’t fight your battles alone anymore. I promise you’re not a bother to me at all. I want to be there for you. It’s my job,” he reassures you. 

“All right,” you sniffle, finally wrapping your own arms around him, accepting his comfort.

He calls the agency afterwards, letting them know that he can’t come in for the rest of the day and instead spends his time with you. Listening intently to everything that’s been bubbling up in your heart, right by your side, wiping your tears away and giving you his unconditional support and love. He’s definitely making sure you don’t deal with things on your own anymore :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted 3/5/2023