#once again ac and i sweep

[ryebread0605]

Hello, if it's not a bother I would like to ask Jamil Viper with a reader like Gigi Grant, a genie who appeared in the movie 13 Monster Wishes (Monster High)

This is such a fun ask as someone who adored monster high growing up! No specification was given so I’m gonna do a mix of both smut and fluff! 

When he was sorting through the treasury, making sure nothing was stolen by some of the more sneaky dorm members, Jamil’s eyes fell upon something that made his eyes widen. A golden lamp, just like the ones in the stories of the sorcerer of the sands. It had intricate swirling details and diamonds encrusted in floral designs. Checking to make sure no one was around, he picked it up slowly and carefully. Sure, he had heard the stories of the genie growing up, but he simply thought it to be a way to downplay the insane power the sorcerer of the sands held. So, without thinking anything of it, he rubbed away a dirt spot on the lamp.

He nearly dropped it in shock as what looked to be a spirit emerged, dressed in dark red silks and adorned with golden jewelry. Your voice sounded like that of a sirens, luring him in as you spoke the words he had only heard of in legends, 

“Thank you for awakening me, master. How may I be of service to you?” The way you approached him reminded him of how he would approach Kalim, he had never expected to someday be in the position where someone else was his servant. Sure, he had long dreamed of it, but he never once imagined it would be anything more than a silly dream. 

“Sevens I’m going crazy, im hallucinating…” he just couldn’t believe this was real, although he lifted his head to the sound of your soft laughter. With a smile, you approached closer and gently took his hand in yours, looking up at him with the warmth and comfort he had never experienced before. And just like that, he understood for once what it felt like to have someone care about him. 

The first few days of having you around were… interesting… to say the least. He was still very hesitant to ask anything of you, especially anything that had to do with Kalim, but slowly overtime opened up more and more. It started small, just him asking to help him carry the clean clothes to Kalim’s room or to help sweep the lounge floors. It felt… nice. Having someone else help him made the chores more bearable and the chats you would have during them sometimes even made him smile. 

When he asked you for the first time to hug him, he was shocked by how gentle and loving it was. Not restrictive like Floyd’s or overpowering like Kalim’s, just soft and comforting. Almost like you wanted to make sure he could pull away if he wanted. But why would he want to, when it felt so natural and so right to be in your arms. That was the day he discovered how truly touch starved he was and how much your touch in particular made him feel safe. He still felt bad asking you for things, but your reassurance that your purpose was to answer to him made him feel slightly better.

(NSFW begins here please do NOT continue if you are a minor!)

As the days turned to months, he began to have a different kind of want for you. He noticed himself staring more as you did tasks and blushing anytime you smiled at him or hugged him. It took him talking to Ace of all people after a basketball game to figure out what was happening. 

He was in love.

He knew he couldn’t ever actually confess to you, but maybe he could find something else. And so, he called you into his room one night to ask you for a favor.

“You wish.. for me to do that? Are you sure master?” Your voice wasn’t one of hesitation despite your words, instead one of wanting to make sure you were hearing him correctly.

“Sevens it’s hard enough for me to even ask this.. p-please don’t make me ask again..” he covered his flushed face with one hand but quickly widened his eyes as he felt your hands on his belt.

“Very well master, I hope I can please you well.” 

He had his hand over his mouth desperate to muffle his moans as the other hand gripped his bedsheets, eyes shut in pleasure as your head bobbed up and down on his cock. Your tongue swirled along the rosewood coloured tip as saliva rolled down your chin. Looking up at him, your eyes locked with his brown ones before he gripped the back of your head and forced his cock down your throat, thick strings of cum flowing from his dick as he let out a muffled moan. Pulling your lips off with a pop, you licked your lips with a smile.

“I hope I did well, master. Maybe I can please you other ways sometime”

[yuri-is-online]

Once again I am plagued by Aceyuu thoughts at work: (featuring Makeup wearing Yuu)

After SDC, Yuu can either express an interest in, or lament their lack of funds for wearing makeup like Vil does, and Vil, being in his "I am Listening and Learning and not attempting premeditated murder" era, does up Yuu's makeup. As a treat.

Now, Ace has always thought of Yuu as a 10. Probably even when they first met at the monuments and he saw them sweeping the road, but there's something about seeing Yuu dolled up that's got his stomach twisting and stuff. Maybe it's how they always look like their batting their eyes at him with that mascara on. Prhaps its how hus eyes catch on how skilled their hands are when the pop of colour on their nails enters his periphery. Or maybe it's how he can't stop staring at their glossy lips, especially if they keep smacking them together because Vil used one of those stingy lip-plumping glosses. It's like their teasing him specifically!

One day the professors are gonna ask him about the dents he's leaving in desks as he's fighting for his life as he catches how Yuu sits a bit straighter, smiles a bit more confidently with their new look, but not today.

Ace has always taken it as a fact that Yuu is Attractive, but there's an issue where now that they can take care of their appearance, other guys in school are taking notice of them in ways that don't pertain to their oddities. Or something, I felt like I was going somewhere with this but got distracted at work 💦💦

Ace is really funny about makeup. He has that little bit in Vil's? first Halloween vignette about how he's pretty confident in his ability to do make up. He does his own for his dorm uniform, and that's regulated by the Queen's rules (he ends up learning goth/costume make up is different but still he knows what he's doing honest) but for some reason he's never thought to ask Yuu their opinion about makeup. And Yuu's never brought it up with him so when he sees what Vil has done, he tries to tell himself this reaction he's having is just jealousy.

It's a bit of a mistake because he's forced to admit that he's jealous all the time, so he knows that's not 100% it. He likes how happy and self-confident Yuu is with makeup on. It's like another little piece of themselves has clicked into place and he feels so very lucky to see it... He hates these new fake fans Yuu is getting from wearing a little makeup. Where were you when Yuu was crying because of how stressful their winter break was huh? Leona's overblot? Azul's? Yeah that's what he thought those guys didn't give a shit, pathetic they don't have what it takes to be a real Yuu fan.

Deuce agrees or course, but there's a strange edge to how defensive Ace is of Yuu that makes him confused. It's like he's... possessive of you? It's really confusing don't you agree, Yuu? Poor Juice doesn't understand why you're both so embarrassed when he points that out.

[sh4nksslvt]

Hello, good evening. Can I request a Phoenix X frame, t/n? The white-bearded pirates returned to a strange island where human sacrifice was still practiced. Last time, they had met a strange girl capable of healing any wound. She cured their father of his serious wound caused by the marines. Now, they thanked her again, and to their surprise, young Illasia was tied up and beaten. They saw an elderly man set fire to her. Marco acted quickly, saving her before the fire could touch her. Noticing the woman's near unconsciousness, Marco whispered before fainting. As he struck the elderly man, he noticed he was being controlled. Looking quickly, he narrowly avoided a fatal blow that someone threw at him with great agility

not much, but hope u like it! (●'◡'●)

Embers of Salvation

When the Whitebeard Pirates return to a mysterious island, they find their former savior bound and burning, prompting Marco to confront dark forces to save her.

marco the phoenix x reader | ONE SHOT tags: slight angst, sfw, fluff, hurt/comfort a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe and akward word count: 1.6k

masterlist | ko-fi

The island loomed on the horizon, a jagged silhouette cloaked in mist, its shores whispering secrets the Whitebeard Pirates hadn’t unraveled on their last visit. The Moby Dick swayed gently as it anchored near the rocky coast, the crew buzzing with a mix of curiosity and unease. This wasn’t just any island—it was a place where time seemed to twist, where rituals from forgotten eras clung to the present like barnacles to a ship’s hull. Two years ago, they’d stumbled upon it after a brutal skirmish with the Marines, their captain, Edward Newgate—Whitebeard himself—suffering from a wound that should’ve felled a lesser man. A strange girl, you, had saved him with a touch, her hands glowing with a power that knitted flesh and bone as if death were a mere suggestion. Now, they’d returned to thank you, to offer gifts and perhaps recruit you to their family. But the island felt different this time—darker, heavier, as if the air itself carried a warning.

Marco, the first division commander, stood at the ship’s bow, his sharp blue eyes scanning the shore. His pineapple-like blond hair caught the faint sunlight, and his usual laid-back demeanor was tempered by a flicker of concern. “Something’s off-yoi,” he muttered, adjusting his glasses. Beside him, Ace, ever the firebrand, cracked his knuckles, his grin faltering.

“Yeah, last time it was weird, but this feels… wrong,” Ace said, his flames flickering briefly at his fingertips, as if responding to the island’s pulse.

Whitebeard, seated on his massive throne-like chair, rumbled, “We owe that girl a debt. Find her, boys. Let’s show her what the Whitebeard Pirates are made of.”

The crew disembarked, a lively procession of pirates carrying crates of treasures and supplies as tokens of gratitude. The village they approached was a cluster of stone huts, their roofs thatched with dried seaweed, and the air smelled of salt and something acrid—smoke, perhaps, or something fouler. The villagers, cloaked in drab robes, watched from doorways, their eyes hollow, their movements sluggish. Marco’s instincts prickled. He’d seen fear before, but this was something else—resignation, maybe, or worse, despair.

“Where’s the girl?” Thatch called out, his usual cheer dimmed as he addressed a frail woman sweeping her doorstep. She flinched, pointing toward the village square before retreating inside, slamming the door.

The square was a grim spectacle. A wooden pyre stood at its center, surrounded by a silent crowd. Tied to a stake atop the pyre was you, your body slumped, hair matted with blood, your once-vibrant eyes half-lidded and dulled by pain. Bruises marred your arms, visible even from a distance, and your tattered dress clung to your frame, stained with dirt and blood. Marco’s heart lurched, his usual calm shattered.

“What the hell is this-yoi?!” he roared, his voice cutting through the crowd’s murmurs. The Whitebeard Pirates surged forward, weapons drawn, but the villagers didn’t scatter—they stood frozen, as if bound by an unseen force.

An elderly man, his robes adorned with strange symbols, stepped forward, a torch in his trembling hand. His eyes were vacant, his movements jerky, like a puppet on fraying strings. “She defies the old ways,” he intoned, his voice hollow. “Her power is a curse. She must burn.”

“Like hell she will!” Marco’s wings erupted in blue flames, the Phoenix’s power crackling as he launched himself forward. The torch fell, igniting the kindling at your feet, but Marco was faster. His flames engulfed the pyre, not to burn but to smother, his Phoenix fire consuming the ordinary blaze before it could touch you. He sliced through the ropes with a single swipe, catching you as you collapsed, your body limp in his arms.

“Hey, stay with me,” he whispered, his voice soft but urgent. Your eyes fluttered, meeting his for a fleeting moment, a spark of recognition in their depths before they closed, your head lolling against his chest. “You’re safe now-yoi.”

A sharp crack split the air. Marco spun, still cradling you, as a blade whistled past his head, missing him by inches. The elderly man staggered back, clutching his face where Marco’s fist had connected, but the true threat emerged from the shadows—a lithe figure cloaked in black, their movements unnaturally swift. Their dagger gleamed with a sickly green hue, and Marco’s instincts screamed poison.

“Protect Y/N and the crew!” Marco barked, passing you to Ace, who’d rushed to his side. Ace’s flames flared protectively as he shielded you, while Marco faced the attacker. The figure lunged, their speed almost matching his own, but Marco’s Phoenix form was relentless. He dodged, his body shifting to flames and reforming, his kicks and punches laced with fire. The cloaked figure was agile, but Marco was a force of nature, his blue flames illuminating the square as he drove them back.

“Who’s pulling your strings, yoi?” Marco demanded, noticing the same vacant look in the attacker’s eyes as the elderly man’s. A glint of metal caught his eye—a pendant around the attacker’s neck, pulsing with a faint, unnatural light. That’s it, he thought. He feinted left, then surged forward, ripping the pendant free. The figure collapsed, gasping, their eyes clearing as if waking from a trance.

“Th-the priest,” they stammered, pointing to a stone temple at the square’s edge. “He controls us… with that.” They gestured to the shattered pendant, its glow fading.

Marco’s gaze snapped to the temple, where a shadowy figure retreated into the darkness. “Thatch, get her to the ship-yoi. Ace, Vista, with me!” he ordered, his wings flaring as he took flight. The crew sprang into action, some guarding the unconscious villagers, others following Marco toward the temple.

Inside, the air was thick with incense and malice. The priest, a gaunt man with eyes like burning coals, stood before an altar, a larger version of the pendant glowing in his hands. “You dare interfere?” he hissed, his voice layered with an unnatural echo “‘Her power threatens the old gods. She must die!”

“She saved our captain-yoi,” Marco retorted, his flames casting eerie shadows. “You don’t get to decide her fate.” He lunged, but the priest raised the pendant, and a wave of force sent Marco skidding back. Thatch and Vista charged, swords flashing, but the priest’s power deflected their blows, his laughter chilling.

“You cannot stop what’s been set in motion,” the priest sneered, raising the pendant higher. The ground trembled, and Marco felt a tug at his mind, a whisper urging him to submit. He shook it off, his Phoenix flames burning brighter, cleansing the influence.

“Then we’ll break it,” Marco growled. He dove forward, his flames surging in a blinding arc. The priest screamed as the pendant shattered, its glow extinguished. The temple shook, stones cracking, and the priest collapsed, his body dissolving into ash, leaving only a faint whisper of “The old gods will return…”

The island seemed to exhale, the oppressive air lifting. Marco staggered, his energy drained, but he turned to his brothers. “Let’s get out of here-yoi.”

Back on the Moby Dick, you lay in the infirmary, your breathing shallow but steady. Marco sat by your side, his usual smirk replaced by a furrowed brow. Your wounds were healing, thanks to his Phoenix flames, but the emotional scars were another matter. He’d seen the fear in your eyes before you fainted, the betrayal of a village you’d saved turning against you.

Whitebeard entered, his massive frame filling the doorway. “How is she, Marco?”

“Alive, Oyaji,” Marco replied, his voice low. “But they broke something in her-yoi. She’s not just a healer—she’s a person, and they treated her like a tool.”

Whitebeard nodded, his eyes softening. “We’ll show her what family means. When she wakes, she’s welcome here.”

Hours passed, and you stirred, your eyes fluttering open. Marco leaned forward, his hand brushing yours. “Hey, you’re safe now, yoi,” he said, his voice gentle, a rare warmth in his tone. “You don’t have to go back there.”

You blinked, tears welling as you processed his words. “They… they said I was a curse,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “...I only wanted to help.”

Marco’s hand tightened around yours, his thumb tracing soothing circles. “You saved Oyaji. You saved us. If that’s a curse, then it’s one we’re damn grateful for-yoi.” He offered a lopsided grin, and for the first time, you smiled, faint but genuine.

Over the next few days, you recovered under Marco’s care, his presence a constant. He’d bring you meals, joking about Thatch’s cooking, or sit by you, recounting tales of the crew’s adventures. His easy demeanor coaxed you out of your shell, and you found yourself laughing, the weight of the island’s betrayal easing. One evening, as the sun set, painting the deck in hues of gold and crimson, Marco found you at the ship’s rail, staring at the horizon.

“Thinking of home-yoi?” he asked, leaning beside you.

You shook your head. “That place stopped being home the moment they turned on me.” You glanced at him, your eyes softening. “But this… this feels closer to home than I’ve ever had.”

Marco’s heart skipped, his usual cool faltering. “Good,” he said, his voice quieter. “Because we’re not letting you go-yoi.” He hesitated, then reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re one of us now.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you leaned into his touch, the sea breeze carrying away the last of your doubts. The Whitebeard Pirates were your family now, and with Marco by your side, the embers of your past could never burn you again.

The island faded into the distance as the Moby Dick sailed on, its secrets buried in ash. The priest’s words lingered in Marco’s mind—“The old gods will return”—but for now, he pushed them aside. You were safe, and that was enough. As the crew laughed and sang, their voices echoing across the deck, you stood beside Marco, your hand brushing his. He didn’t pull away, and neither did you. The future was uncertain, but with the Whitebeard Pirates, and Marco’s quiet strength, you were ready to face it.

[leepace]

Rotten ٭ Hwang Intak

✮ day 26 of piwon kinktober

✮ intak x afab!reader

✮ wc: 2.8k

✮ warnings: incest, degration, slight dubcon

author note: you will NEVER catch me writing anything like this again ��� special thanks to @kisseobie and @sxfterhearts for hosting!! 🦇🖤

“You’re so self conscious,” Intak’s voice was back with a bite. Sweeping across your shorts, one of his hands inched closer, reaching down to swipe between your legs. “Don't get me wrong, but I don't technically view you as a woman.”

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The wet squish of your shoe stomping against the rain puddle made you grimace. The rest of your drenched way home was now accompanied by a wet sock, with it only being one more thing to add to your rain soaked items. Using your tote as a makeshift umbrella, shielding you from the elements, you sighed out in relief once reaching your front door.

“It’s pouring out ther–,” your sentence was cut short by your face smashing against what seemed to have been another wall once walking through the threshold.

The wall moved, revealing that it wasn't new construction you hadn’t been told about, but Intak blocking your way into the living room.

“Watch where you’re going,” it was like he hadn't registered your entrance at all.

He was standing there with car keys in his hand, his attention going back to your mom who was paying very little mind to Intak’s pleading eyes. “Please! I’ll even drive under the speed limit.”

“Your dad said no, don't start thinking you can come to me expecting a different answer,” She told him, not stopping the tidying she was doing.

He grumbled out a response, throwing the keys onto the coffee table. You had already managed to make it up the stairs towards your bedroom when Intak came barreling past. His stomps echoed while walking up the steps, pushing past you with a hard shoulder.

It was an accident, you knew that, but that didn't stop the profanities leaking from your mouth as the momentum from Intak’s close proximity and your wet sock made you come crashing down against the hardwood floors. Your first instinct was wondering how you were possibly able to get him back, make him feel how you felt, but the pain from your ankle paused any of those thoughts.

“Shit,” Intak stood above you, watching as you clutched your knee to your stomach.

The chaos didn't stop there, your mom rushing up the stairs to see what the hell was going on. After helping you get back onto your feet, she helped you with your injury by running it under cold water and wrapping it in an ace bandage. Tucking you into bed, she handed you two Tylenols for your dinner that night.

You couldn’t care less, not taking the extra sleep for granted as you settled into your sheets. Feeling yourself doze, the darkness of your room grew as the sun set. Slowed breathing mixing with your heavy eyelids was only a concoction for one thing; sleep.

Your plans for that night were interrupted when you heard your door creak open. The drowsiness that had infiltrated your mind suddenly dissipated, but you kept still as you heard another click of your door as it shut.

“Hey. Are you up?” Intak grumbled out in a hushed voice.

Scowling, you reached for one of your pillows to chuck it across the room, watching as it did no damage to his stoic stance. With your limited sight in the dark room, you could still see the baby blue coloring of his sweatpants that matched the zip up hoodie he had paired them with. It seemed like he had a scowl on his face as well.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Intak pursed his lips together before elaborating his reason for being there. “She told me to come and apologize.”

“You couldn't have waited until after I woke up?” You asked, frustrated.

“I didn't want to wait, and I’d probably forget about it,” he told you honestly, not sparing your feelings as he did so.

Rolling your eyes, you shooed him off with a wag of your hand. It was like your body had finally decided to wake up at the same time, an aching throb coming from your leg. Intak was half way out the door before you called out to him.

“Wait,” you watched as he stopped before continuing. “You need to do better than that,”

That made him backtrack his steps, closing the door again with too much force and an annoyed expression. “What?” He asked, turning to face you.

You extended your leg out, showcasing your wrapped ankle. “It hurts. I’ll accept your apology if you massage it for me.”

Intak scoffed. “You’re joking.”

“You owe me,” you explained, pouting. “And if you don't, I’ll tell mom about the way you came in here.”

“She’s not my mom,” He mumbled under his breath. Without another protest though, he climbed onto your bed to begin rubbing at the swollen muscle.

“Owe–, that hurts,” Intak’s big thumbs were roughly running circles into your ankle. Kicking his hand away, you flipped onto your back, pointing at your shoulders. “It’s sore here too, you know.”

Intak sighed, but placed his hands onto your shoulder blades to continue his calculated movements. You wish you could see his face, probably sporting one of his dumb expressions as he loosened the muscles in your back. You sighed out a deep breath as he worked his knuckles against a harsh knot.

You were quick to note how quiet Intak had become. He was usually quick with his comebacks, quicker with insults. He had done none of that, the only sound shared between the two of you being your circulated breaths. The context of Intak’s feelings were only readable by the way his hands continued to travel down your back, reaching where your waist met your hips until they disappeared.

His touch wasn't lost for long, his hands going towards the back of your thighs to begin to knead at the fatty flesh. You could feel your breath stop and eyes widen at his bold touch, but didn't say anything to stop his wandering fingers. You were riding the high of the massage and knowing you had won a small battle against Intak.

Your breath then hiccuped, his fingers finding their way beneath the hem of your shorts, just barely gripping at the skin underneath. He didn't give you any time to register his placement before reaching his other hand to begin palming at the fabric that was the only thing keeping him from your ass.

“That’s not funny, stop it,” you finally told him, your voice muffled from the pillow underneath you.

“You’re so self conscious,” Intak’s voice was back, with a bite. Sweeping across your shorts, one of his hands inched closer, reaching down to swipe between your legs. “Don't get me wrong, but I don't technically view you as a woman.”

Rolling onto your back, Intak’s hands were forced to be placed on each side of you, his body now leaning over. You gave him an inquisitive look, wanting to know what type of game he was playing, while an uncontrollable blushed grew across your face.

His eyes were searching, scavenging over your body like you were a part of some research project he needed to ace. You were frozen in place when one of his hands returned, softer this time, resting it against your collarbone. He dragged it down your chest, only briefly grazing your breasts, running down your stomach until teasingly flicking the edge of your shorts.

Your mouth was too dry to speak. You prayed that there was someone out there listening, wanting nothing more for Intak to not hear the rapid thump of your heartbeat as he began to lazily trace against your bare skin that had revealed itself from your disheveled shirt. Snaking their way back up your stomach, his hands were now dangerously close to your boobs under your shirt.

Adrenaline kicked in. “Getting too excited?”

With your uninjured foot, you reeled back your knee to push Intak off of you, kicking him right in the groin. He staggered back, now kneeling with his weight against his heels. It gave you the opportunity to finally see what had been growing in between his legs.

Without a second though, you pressed your foot back onto Intak’s hard cock. “I was right, wasn't I? I can't believe I have to live under the same roof with a pervert like you. I thought you didn't see me as a woman?”

Your foot burrowed against his shaft as you rubbed across the length of it. Intak’s jaw clenched, with you seeing a fire beneath his eyes you had never seen before.

“That’s enough,” He grabbed your foot, yanking it away from him. Your legs now spread apart, he was now given full access to reach his hand beneath your shorts, swirling his fingers against your clit before swiftly leaving.

You watched as he brought his hand close for him to see. The slickness between your legs had transferred, his fingers glistening and wet.

Intak laughed, but there was an intimidating undertone. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“This isn't funny,” you told him again, breathless.

“I’m not trying to be funny.”

With that, Intak’s large hand grabbed at your shorts, pulling them down your legs with your underwear going along with them. You could feel his fingers shake as he did so, his eyes staring down at your now exposed skin. Even if his body was betraying him, Intak was still keen on not backing down.

You felt his fingers return, reaching down to place the pad of his pointer in between your folds. He wasn't graceful or gentle about any of it; a carnal drive taking over his pace. Grabbing onto the shirt of his sleeve, all you could do was breathe out a pathetic ‘no’ to fight back.

With Intak towering above you, you were able to see how his face contorted with lust and anguish, like he was trying to quiet down his conscience. His mouth hung open with his bottom lip jutting out slightly, his brown eyes hidden under long lashes. From this close up, you could even see the intricate detail of the skin around the scar on his cheek. Your admiration was cut short when Intak’s middle finger joined his pointer to press against your clit, squeezing it in between them.

Your breathing stopped while Intak got back on his knees, pulling you closer to him effortlessly. Keeping only one of his hands around your thigh, he continued his torment by teasingly pressing his fingers against your cunt. You had to clasp your own hand around your mouth when he sunk his digit down, giving you no time to adjust to your new fullness as he began to thrust his finger in and out.

“Intak–,” You choked out, not knowing what type of plea it was.

He didn't say anything, pumping his finger until you could feel the deep burning ecstasy in your stomach build. It was like he had noticed, a lopsided grin displayed across his face with focused eyes. You moaned out his name again.

Arching your back, your head pressed into your pillow beneath you, the sensation of Intak’s touch beginning to unravel you. Your hips rocked back against him and you were clenching around his digit, crying out as you came.

Taking his finger away unceremoniously, Intak slinked off his jacket and pulled at the bottom of his shirt to slip it off his head, revealing soft pecs and a flat stomach. You couldn’t stop to ogle though, with him immediately going towards his sweats to take them off as well.

“Wait, wait. Wait–, wait!” Intak was ignoring you, taking off his pants, freeing his angry red cock. It bobbed against his navel, looking like it weighed heavy with dripping precum leaking from its slit.

Your dry mouth began to water, your body going in the completely opposite direction of your words. Intak had begun to line himself against you, gripping his hand into your thigh, his fingernails digging into your skin as if he was trying to prepare himself.

“If you don't want this, you’re going to have to be more convincing,” Intak’s words were harsh, but the blow was lost by his low voice.

With his hand gripping where your thigh met your hip, Intak pulled you towards him, thrusting inside until he was bottomed out. It was like he had carved out the exact proportions with his cock, completely filled to accommodate him. You were more prepared this time when he rapidly began to thrust deep strokes.

“Shit,” Intak was gripping and clawing at your legs as he used them as leverage, getting lost in his own world as he fucked into you. He reached to rip off your lone shirt, his eyes landing on your breasts as he raised the fabric above your head.

He had pulled you so close that the bottom half of your body had laid across his thighs, becoming a ragdoll against him for his own use. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing against it at the same speed as his transfixed hips.

You were feeling the same sensation build again as you palmed at the bedsheets. You were on full display in this position, your legs spreading apart around him, your chest exposed. There was a slight feeling of compromise, at any moment someone could walk in and catch them.

“This is so embarrassing,” you whined out.

Intak dipped his body, letting go of your leg, his hand disappearing from your clit. Placing his hands on each side of your head, he leaned close, exchanging breaths. His movements had stopped, only briefly to give you a teasing smile that showcased how his lips made an indent on his cheek.

Without words, Intak wrapped both of his arms beneath your shoulder blades, forcing you to press against his chest as he held onto you. With one swift motion he managed to flip himself onto his back, bringing you along with him. He had you now on top, still clasping his hands around you as he started to thrust again. It was like he had gotten impossibly deeper by doing so.

You had wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingernails scraping at the skins that met his hairline. Intak’s oversized arms pressed into you like there wasn't any room left to breathe in between the two of you. At that point there was no use to try and hide your rapid heart beat.

He met your hips by slamming your body against his, creating an echo in the otherwise quiet room. You couldn't help but bite down onto Intak’s shoulder, suppressing an uncontrollable moan. It was like he was splitting you open, driving his cock into you with a squelch. You felt one of his hands reach for your ass.

Intak’s breath tickled against your ear. “Is this embarrassing enough?”

Biting down even harder, you felt another orgasm roll through your body. It crashed into you like a hurricane, hitting you in waves as Intak continued the onslaught of his hips.

You could feel him faltering though, Intak’s movements becoming less precise the longer he kept you in his arms. His breathy grunts had turned into drawn on whimpers, grabbing at your ass to lead you barreling down onto him.

Cursing out, Intak’s cock began to pulsate, constrict, and he was suddenly shifting himself free to paint white streaks of his cum across your back. You could feel the hot stickiness drip down, a prevalent reminder of what you had just done.

You stayed there on Intak’s chest as your breathing started to become more controlled, having to wipe away sweat that had formed on your upper lip. With a grunt, Intak used the last of his strength to push your body off of him, as if you hadn't just been suctioned cupped to him seconds before.

Hitting your mattress, you could feel the wet cum become trapped in between you and your sheets. It was like your senses and reasonability came flooding back, a blinding redness glazing over your eyes as you watched Intak pick up his clothes that had been thrown about.

“Is your situational awareness really that bad? You ruined my sheets,” you informed him, sitting up to peel the fabric off of your soaked back.

“Why should I care?” Intak asked, lifting his arms to put on his abandoned t-shirt.

You could have sworn you felt steam wafting out of your ears. “You’re so–, I don't like you.”

“Feeling is mutual,” He had pulled his pants back up, the blue contrasting against his tan skin even in the dark.

Intak didn't say anything when he walked out, shutting the door behind him. You were now alone, still naked and having to deal with the mess he left behind. Scoping out the disheveled bed, on the corner post you noticed how he had left the zip up hoodie that matched his sweats.

It was like your body was two steps ahead of your brain as you grabbed the hoodie to put it on, bringing the cotton close so that it cinched around your body. Rubbing your back roughly against it, you wiped away Intak’s cum with the jacket he adored.

[icyg4l]

Summer Lovin: What’s Your Love Life Looking Like This Summer?

hello beautiful people! this is all about what you can expect for this upcoming summer in your love life. this is a continuation of the summer 2024 tarot series! before we get started, i want to say thank you all for supporting me once again. it means a lot as this blog continues to grow. and thank you guys for being patient with me. without further ado, please choose the image that resonates with you.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

pile one: you just wanna be in your room, huh? i think that you will meet a new person & it will take you some time to get used to their energy. but it feels like you have been single for a while now. you’re not really interested in anyone really. but the new person will ignite something in you. this connection will make you more playful. you will meet this person in a place where you least expect it. i think this person will have to grow on you. it feels like a slow burn. as you two become more connected, i feel like you will acknowledge them as a blessing in your life rather than a burden. it’s time to flirt a little bit. your spirit guides want you to be more warm, open and willing to go somewhere outside of work. get dressed up when you go out. not for the sake of romance, but just for self-appreciation purposes. this person will appreciate your intellect so much. they could be born in the summer and wear brown/earth tones a lot. if this is a masculine person, they have long hair. if this is a feminine person, they wear braids. cherish the moments that you have with this person because i have a feeling this is a fling. this person is someone the universe sent to you because they wanted you to get off the bench lmaoooo.

cards used: ace of wands, 9 of cups, knight of pentacles, 6 of cups, the tower, the hermit, king of cups, queen of wands.

extras: cheez its. broken umbrella. chrome hearts. new lingo. ribbons in hair. recently attended a concert. choker. thigh high boots. beetles.

pile two: you don’t have to search for anyone because they will come looking for you. i feel like you got out of a relationship about 6-12 months ago & now you’re wanting to get back into the field. because you set the intention or looking for a specific person, you’re going to find them at the right time. it’ll be almost lightning speed. but remember, you’re the prize. this person is gentle. you have a roster, don’t you? soon, those numbers will be deleted out of your phone because someone will sweep you off of your feet. i see you being bored with the dating scene as well. but by the end of the summer, you will come across your person. they are average height so don’t expect them to be super tall/short. this person invests a lot of money into their personal scent; this will be one of the things that will catch your attention about them. this will be a relationship that lasts past the summer. this person was sent into your life so that you could believe in love again. love can be the fairytale you deserve and more, darling.

cards used: 10 of cups, the star, 2 of discs, prince of wands, 7 of cups (rx), the hierophant.

extras: sharp eyeliner. being overstimulated. zoo field trip. fetty wap. 5th grade. boba tea. cashapp. blonde curls. “say cheese.” star trek. starstruck (2010).

pile three: “the death of a bachelor” is what i heard. this summer, i feel that you will be undergoing some major changes which will reflect in your feelings about love/dating overall. this pile will experience extreme changes in their love life. think 180. at first, you could be into focusing on your money & being flirtatious. but in the middle of summer, you could play with the idea of being a relationship. by the end of the summer, you could get in a relationship or be exclusive with someone. maybe you’ll break up with the partner you’re currently with & this will shift your views. either way, these changed feelings are a result of the people in your life. your support system will be a major influence. epiphanies will be had about the relationships in your life as a whole. i feel like you’ll be playing ‘catch up’ this summer. making up for lost time comes to mind. whatever the case may be, it feels as though you’ll be back outside, enjoying yourself or trying to. you will develop deeper emotional connections with your friends. you could even fall in love with one of your friends. the person who you’re looking for has a rare physical characteristic (i.e. grey streak of hair, different colored eyes, abnormally long chin, etc). i also think that this person could favor/remind you of your childhood crush. all in all, this person was sent to you to help you get out of your comfort zone. how will you know what you can handle if you haven’t gone through it yet? this is a test of resilience.

cards used: death, justice, 8 of discs, king of wands, the hierophant, 2 of discs, 2 of cups, 3 of swords, page of swords, 10 of discs.

extras: corn dogs. boiling water. chocolate bar. “put it in some rice.” book-to-film adaptation. spilled tea. 11th house energy. looking closely.

pile four: you guys are gonna have a sneaky link this summer. this is something that you desire at the moment. i feel like this will be with someone that you’ve known for a while. i don’t think that y’all are on the best terms right now though. but a mutual attraction between the two of you is there. you will be accompanied with chivalry and late night car rides. other things will happen in this car, if you catch my drift. things will escalate with this person pretty quickly. this isn’t an FWB situation at all. it feels like it’s strictly sexual. this person will help you feel more confident in your body & they’ll help you take ownership of it as well. “my body my choice” is what i heard. please use protection. this person is a hard worker. i feel like a lot of these events will take place after they get off from a long day of work. maybe they ran errands for the day but still want to see you? this person lives alone and they treat their car like their baby. i don’t feel that this will last long but the effects will. take full advantage of the time you have with this person, pile four.

cards used: princess of cups, princess of discs, 2 of swords, 7 of wands, the chariot, 8 of wands, the emperor, 9 of cups.

extras: cheetah print bonnet. airport. accountability. drunk texting. m. night shyamalan.

[thesimpthatneverstopssimping]

Drawing the Prettiest Boy (Chuuya Nakahara)

Warnings: OOC?, None?

Genre: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral, constantly refers to Chuuya as pretty, artist, likes Chuuya

Requested By: N/A

Character: Chuuya Nakahara

     Something irritating had been happening to Chuuya. After Ace had died you had taken his place as an Executive. Before hand you were already just about as powerful and respected as one just without the offical authority. He knew of you but never needed to interact with you.

     He noticed how during meetings or when the two of you had to work together you would just stare at him. It unnerved him. The way your eyes would look him over as if you were studying him.

     Eventually he snapped at you, "Why do you keep staring at me like a creep!"

     "Just staring at the prettiest boy in the Mafia," you said casually as if the two of you were talking about the weather.

     He was pissed at the comment. Less about the "pretty" part and more the "boy". He was not a boy. He was a grown man, no matter what his height indicated. Though, he couldn't explain the feeling in his chest and the heat that rose to his cheeks.

     Chuuya started to get more snappy and tell you to stop staring and you would always respond by saying you were only looking at the pretty Executive. It would get on his nerves every time and make that same feeling come over him again. What was your obsession with calling him "pretty" and staring at him?

     One day he saw you what looked like to be writing during a meeting. No. That couldn't be right. The way your pencil was moving wasn't like you were writing. Then what were you doing?

     Chuuya noticed you doing this often. Sometimes you would glance at him while you were doing whatever you were doing. He couldn't understand your fixation on him. Didn't you have better things to do?

     One day he had to drop something off at your desk. Light flooded the room through the windows. When he walked to your desk he happened to see a bunch of scattered papers across your desk. He couldn't help but take a glance at what they were. He saw that they were mostly sketches and mostly of him.

     Chuuya picked one of the sketches of him up. It felt odd to look at these papers. He could see how you saw him through them. He could even see why you always referred to him as "pretty".

     "They're good, don't you think?" asked a voice from behind him.

He jumped and turned to face the speaker. He saw Kouyou holding a small paper bag with something.

     "They took quite the interest in you. I've even heard them refer to you as 'the perfect model'," the older woman continued.

     "What are you doing here?" Chuuya asked her.

     "Ah. (Y/N) saw something I had for lunch a while ago and asked about it. I told them that I'd bring them their own when I had the chance."

   Chuuya glanced to the bag and then back to the sketch in his hand, "You knew that they drew me?"

     "Yes. They gave me a drawing of theirs a while ago after I commented on liking it. I had seen a drawing of you that they were making while handing it to me. It was absolutely adorable. I think it was that one there," she pointed to a sketch of Chuuya when he took a nap at his desk once.

     His face flushed. Embarrassment washed over him. You had drawn him while he was asleep. Not only that, Kouyou had seen the image as well.

     The door creeked open and you walked inside. Chuuya turned to you, his face bright red. You looked between the two executives confused until you saw what Chuuya was holding and you instantly grew embarrassed as well.

     You quickly rush to them, grab the paper, and hurriedly sweep the rest into your arms, "What are you two doing here?"

     "I brought you a snack," Kouyou responded while holding up the small bag.

     "I was bringing documents, stalker," Chuuya said flustered.

     "Thank you Kouyou. And Chuuya, it's rude to snoop through people's things!" You lecrured.

     "And it's creepy to have so many damn drawings of one person!" Chuuya shot back.

     "You knew already! I draw you all the time. It's not like I'm subtle about it. I have seen you watching me."

     "What do you mean-" he stopped talking abruptly when he realized that the weird thing you would do during meetings and such. You had been drawing him this whole time.

     His face flushed again. How didn't he realize it before? Maybe he didn't expect you to have a hobby like that? His fists clench. He wasn't sure if he was angry or not. Even if he was who was it towards? You for drawing him or himself for being so dense?

     "How long?" He asked lowly.

     "For what?" You asked back and put the papers back on your desk.

     "How long have you been doing this?"

     "... since I met you," you said sheepishly.

     "... so only a few months?" He asked. It wasn't that bad.

     "... a couple of years," you corrected.

     "WHAT?!"

     You winced when he yelled. Chuuya looked to be both upset and bewildered. Years? The two of you only had met a few moments ago after you had become an Executive, right? Kouyou places the bag on your desk before walking out of the room so Chuuya and you could talk alone.

     "When did we meet? I don't remember meeting you," He finally asked.

     "I had recently joined the Mafia," you look away as you start to explain, "I was assigned to raid an enemy base with a group. You had joined near the end... I couldn't take my eyes off you."

     "... you couldn't?"

     "Yeah. You were so pretty, cool, powerful, radiant-" you cut yourself off before you could go into a rant about how amazing you found him and possibly let slip your actual feelings about him.

     Red crept up his cheeks. Had you truly thought that about him? Why was his heart beating faster? He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way.

     "You think that way about me and have for years?"

     "How could I not? Everything about you is amazing! I just want to be able to capture your essence in my drawings," you take a step towards him, "I want to get to know you better. Be more than just another co-worker."

     "Do you even know what you're saying!?" He yelled, mostly out of shock from your confession.

     You realized what came out of your mouth and became embarrassed. You took a few steps back from Chuuya. In your excitement you had spilled the secret you were trying to avoid having him know.

     "I- um... I need to go," you said before trying to run past him and out of your office.

     "No you don't!" Chuuya grabbed your arm and pulled you back, "We are not done here."

     "I'm sure I hear the boss calling for me," you said nervously while avoiding eye contact with him.

     "Mori is in a meeting right now," Chuuya stated.

     "Oh..."

     "Yeah. 'Oh'. Now why in the world would you say that? And what do you mean 'more than just another co-worker'?" He interrogated.

     You were too surprised and anxious to speak. Chuuya's hand was still tightly holding your arm. The look in his eyes were intense as he looked at you. As your eyes looked over his face, you could see not just irritation in his eyes, but intrigue as well, and something you couldn't identify since you'd never seen that look on him before.

     "Say something, damn it!" Chuuya yelled.

     "I like you," you blurted out.

     It was dead silent in the office. Neither of you moved. You wanted to hide and never be found again and Chuuya was processing what he heard.

     He let go of you and took a step back. Panic rose within you. How was he going to react? Was this a good time to take the opportunity to flee?

Chuuya leaned against your desk and crossed his arms. He didn't look upset. If anything he looked embarrassed. His eyes avoided yours and looked at the carpet instead.

"It was so obvious. How hadn't I noticed?," he internationally scolded himself.

He looked back at you to see the anxiety writen on your face. Leaving someone who just confessed in silence probably wasn't the best thing to do, Chuuya realized.

Chuuya cleared his throat before speaking stiffly, "Thank you for finally giving me information on why you were behaving that way."

He knew that wasn't the right way to respond, but he wasn't sure how else to. A lump formed in your throat. It felt like a rejection without him rejecting you.

The next few weeks were awkward between the two of you. Most could tell but none had either the courage or cared enough to ask.

You were at you desk filling out reports. The rain outside was a soothing sound especially in contrast to the storm of thoughts that clouded your mind. The door to your office slammed open. You looked up to see who barged into your office only to be met with a frazzled Chuuya.

He stormed over to your desk and slammed his hands apon it. His eyes stared directly into yours intensely despite his tired appearance.

"I figured it out," he stated.

"Figured what out?" You hesitantly asked.

"How I felt- no, feel about you. Why your absence bothered me so much."

His hands clench then leave the desk. He walks around to your side, turns your chair to face him, then cages you in your chair between him and your desk. You grew nervous from the proximity and the way he was looking at you.

"I feel so stupid for not realizing it sooner. I like you too (y/n). I can't believe I only realized it after overhearing a conversation about a damn crush."

Hope bloomed in your chest. If you didn't know better you would have thought this was a dream.

"The distance between us now has been torture," his jaw clenched. He couldn't admit how he was starting to miss your comments and how you would look at him, especially now that he knew how you felt.

Your eyes quickly darted to his lips. The ones that were pressed together tightly. The ones that had just confessed his feelings to you.

When you looked back up at him his eyes looked almost desperate. Almost pleading you to respond. Did you loose interest within the past few weeks after your confession?

Without thinking you pressed your lips to his. His eyes widened and he stayed frozen for a second. Right before you were about to pull away he kissed you back. It wasn't perfect, but it didn't need to be.

After pulling away Chuuya smirked, his normal self back on display. The desperation that was there moments before was gone and replaced with satisfaction.

"A simple verbal answer would have been enough, but I'm not complaining. Though, I'll have to make it up to you later with a better one," he said.

You couldn't help the laugh that left your lips. It was more out of relief than humor. Chuuya's smirk softened slightly at the sound.

The two of you would have to figure out whether to inform Mori or to keep it a secret, but that could be done later.

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This took me too long to write but I am happy with how it came out. This is almost 2000 words long. I hope you all enjoyed it.

[writtenbymoonflower]

Shaken Soda

You have therapy and Remus is too kind. Remus Lupin x fem!reader. mondern!au

cw: mentions of therapy/mental health issues. Slight mention of unintentional self injury.

780 words

“Thank you, see you next week.” You muttered politely, exiting the small visiting room. 

“See you then.” Your therapist smiled warmly at you. You appreciated the gesture, but wrapped your arms around your middle protectively anyway.

"Bye." The word was just barely a whisper as you turned to walk down the hall, but you were interrupted.

“Oh by the way, we covered a lot today. I’m proud of you, Y/N. Just, make sure to look after yourself extra.” They gave another polite nod and skirted back into their office. You gave a tight-lipped smile at the now closed door before walking down the hall to the waiting area, dreading the walk home in the pouring rain and shivering cold. You pulled the hood of your coat over your head before checking your phone, stalling. 

Hey, dovey. It’s pretty nasty out so I’m going to come pick you up. Be there when you get out. x

You were equal parts grateful and distressed. Happy you wouldn’t be soaked down to your bones, but worried about your boyfriend seeing you in such a raw state. You checked the mirror by the entryway, wiping away mascara residue and pressing your cold hands to your cheeks in a desperate attempt to reduce the redness splotching over your eyes and nose. 

Though Remus would likely see through any attempts at sweeping your struggles under the rug, he was far more perceptive than anyone gave him credit for. 

You listened to the ding of the bell as you swung the door open, walking under the awning to where Remus’ black car was parked. You opened the door, being hit with a wave of toasty AC. 

“Hi lovely.” His amber eyes greeted you with their usual warmth. (Warmth that was pretty much reserved for you).

“Hey Remmy.” You said, much to quiet and reserved for his liking, leaning over the center console to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Thanks for the spin. You didn’t have to drive in the rain.” Your comment earned an eye roll from Remus, though he was still smiling as he pulled out onto the road.

“Don’t. I get to spend extra time with you, and I’ll never complain about that.” He placed a large hand on your thigh, gently kneading the flesh there. “Almost forgot,” He reached into the cupholder. “Got this for you.” You were handed a to-go cup full of coffee. Your favorite. You swore you could sob all over again. 

“Rem… You didn’t have to.” 

“I wanted to. Anyway it wasn’t completely selfless, I was craving a fog.” You still looked at him all glossy and doe eyed. 

“Thank you.” Your voice was so small. It was only when he looked over at you that he noticed your swollen features and red-rimmed eyes. He could swear there were burns on your cheeks from the scratchy material of your sleeves after being rubbed and wiped raw and cruelly. 

“You doin’ okay, sweet girl?” He tried hard to keep his eyes on the road and stop a notch of concern from appearing between his dark eyebrows, knowing it would only push you more into your shell. 

“Yeah, ‘m okay.” You picked at your nails. Remus took a deep breath. 

“I’m not gonna make you talk about it,” He started and you tried to keep from wincing. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him or didn’t want to tell him what you had discussed, the emotions it brought up, but you knew that when you cracked the lid on your frayed feelings, everything would come out all at once. Tears, murmured fears and all. You were like a pop bottle that had been violently shaken, one wrong move and a mess would be everywhere. “But I want you to know I’m proud of you.” He checked the road around him before making brief eye contact with you. “Really, really proud. I know it can be scary. But also, please know, I’m here if you every need to talk about anythin’. I’ve got you, sweet girl.” 

You nodded as he turned onto your street. You were still feeling raw, but you could feel it subsiding, just by being in his presence. “I know you do.” You looked over at him as he pulled up to your place and put the car in park. It didn’t take many long for you to unclick your seatbelt, leaning over your drinks and wrapping your arms around his shoulders tightly. Remus stiffened in surprise, but then hugged you back, smoothing his hands up and down your thick coat. “Thank you.” You whispered into his neck. 

“It’s what I’m here for, lovely. I’m always gonna be here.” 

[hannahbarberra162]

Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart

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This is my first OP fanfic. I love the Whitebeard Pirates and I wish Whitebeard was my dad. I HC Ace does sometimes talk like Luffy but only around other WBP and / or people he feels very comfortable with. TW: reader has significant trauma, will be explained in later chapters. let me know if you like it!

Synopsis - you are an anxious bar cleaner with a practical but otherwise uninteresting Devil Fruit. You're free from your past - until today. Can your new friends help you? Or do they just want to keep you for themselves?

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Letting yourself through the backdoor of the bar, you sighed heavily to yourself. The bar was more destroyed than usual - and that was saying a lot because it usually looked like a hurricane had come through and destroyed half the place. Looking at the few remaining kegs of booze on the shelves behind the bar, you could guess why. It looked like there had been quite a rager last night and it had gotten rowdy. Taking another deep breath, you went to get the broom in the cleaning closet. Waiting around wasn’t going to get the bar any cleaner. “The Brothers Bar” had gotten a reputation for being able to take whatever damage the customers decided to do, and you weren’t sure that was a good thing. 

The rays of sunshine streaming through the windows highlighted the dust in the air. You opened the unscreened windows as wide as you could to let in the refreshing, cool morning breeze. Like you did every morning, you put on your work apron and started by sweeping up what you easily could. It was a way for you to survey the damage done the night before and mentally prepare yourself for the tasks at hand. Sweeping up the broken glass, debris, dirt and was that a pineapple fruit crown? You looked about and in the corner, there was an immense pile of broken table legs and cracked table tops all in a heap. What had happened? A table throwing contest? Just one more thing for you to do. At least they were in a pile.

After you swept the small stuff into a dustpan and threw it away, you walked over to the pile of debris. It would be easier to clean the floor once all the large furniture was out of the way. Walking over, you saw something unusual - a large black boot sticking out of the pile. You carefully peered closer and it seemed the boot was attached to a leg. Sucking in a gasp, you slowly reached out to touch the leg. You had never seen anyone in the bar in the morning - the brothers always cleared out any patrons at the end of the night. Was the person dead? Would you have to deal with a dead body? You hadn’t seen anyone dead in a while and always hoped it would be a while longer. 

Your questions were quickly answered as your fingertips touched the smooth leg sticking out of the pile. The leg jerked back, and the person attached to the leg let out a huge yawn. Arms dusted in freckles rose out of the pile as a young man sat up and did a large morning stretch. Your eyes widened as he reached behind him with lingering sleepiness and reached for a black cowboy hat with some faces on it. He yawned again, put it on his head, and looked at you with a crooked smile on his handsome face. 

“G’mornin’”

You stared at the younger man. He had…slept in that pile of broken wood? He didn’t even seem confused or upset by his waking circumstances? He was starting to sit up, mildly scratching at his unclothed chest and stretching his torso. He seemed perfectly at ease and started brushing wood shavings off of his shorts. 

You backed away instinctively - anyone coming near you was enough to have you taking a few steps back just in case. A moment later, he looked at you again and smiled guiltily. You didn’t know what to say or do, so you did what came naturally: you laughed. A huge belly laugh - the kind you hadn’t made in a long time. He looked back at you surprised and flashed a genuine smile that made him seem much younger. 

Now that the young man was awake, you thought you recognized him. He was very handsome - dark black hair hanging in soft waves framing his face, soft dusting of freckles, big bright eyes looking your way. But what identified him for you was the “ASCE” tattoo along his arm and the giant Whitebeard tattoo across his entire back.

“You’re…hmm….Fire First Ace, right?”

“Yep.”

“Why are you here?”

“We’re on the island getting supplies for the Moby Dick.”

“No, I figured that. I meant, why are you in this bar right now? You should have been kicked out with everyone else last night.”

The young man shrugged his shoulders, seemingly unperturbed by the circumstance.

“I fell asleep and I guess no one saw me, so here I am.”

You didn’t really know what to say to him. He just…fell asleep? Usually the bar was raucous and you couldn’t imagine sleeping in a pile of lumber. You glanced at him sitting on the pile of rubble and he looked so….young. He was staring off into the distance not looking at anything. He looked a little lost and sad and cute and a bit like….but you didn’t have time to think about that right now. You generally were a solid judge of character and you had a pretty good feeling about Ace. Ultimately it didn’t matter since you had work to do and he didn’t seem to be interested in causing you harm for the moment. 

“Hey, get out of that pile. If you sit down at the bar I’ll make you my most amazing hangover cure.”

“Who says I’m hungover?” Ace said with a hand over his eyes, shielding them from the light.

“Just a hunch after a few hangovers of my own,” you said smiling again. “C’mere. I’ll make you a drink and then I have to get back to work. You can stay here for a few.”

Ace did one more stretch of his back and started meandering over to the bar and sat on a bar stool. “Sheesh,” he said, running his hand on the back of his neck. “I don’t remember us doing such a one over on this place. It looks like a shipwreck.”

You hummed but you were already behind the bar, grabbing the ingredients you would need. Lemon, honey, vinegar, chili peppers, seltzer, and of course, your secret ingredient. Mixing them all together, you handed the young man the beverage in a clean glass, which he accepted. You also handed him another glass of plain water.

“What is it? Looks like shit” Ace asked warily, swirling the beverage.

“Tastes like it too, but it’s the best hangover cure around. Chug it, then drink the water. Wait 5 minutes and tell me you don’t feel better.”

Ace must have decided the headache was the worse of the two, so he tipped back his glass and chugged the beverage. Afterwards, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and stuck his tongue out making a face. “Absolutely disgusting!” “Yep, now the water.” He grimaced but chugged the water as well. After he was done he handed back the glasses and was still sticking his tongue out. You chuckled lightly and started to clean them behind the bar.

You couldn’t help yourself, he reminded you so much of one of your brothers. You teased him saying “you know, if you keep that up your face will get stuck like that.”

Ace grinned and said “haven’t heard something like that in a long time. So, what’s your name anyway? Since you already know that I’m Ace.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, and thank you for the drink. I do actually feel better already.” You smiled warmly at him and moved back to the floor to start the real work of the day. 

“Do you need any help?” Ace asked, tilting his head to the side. “I can see how clearing this would take you all day. You’re…not very tall, I can’t imagine you lifting all that. Besides, you look pretty tired.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m barely below average height on my home island! And besides, nah, I’m OK. Just sit for a few more moments and let the drink work its magic.”

With that, you continued walking towards the pile of broken tables and chairs. You held out your hand, crossed your index and middle finger and touched one of the pieces of the tabletop. Quickly, the broken pieces of the table flew together and combined themselves into their former state as if nothing had ever happened. You were a devil fruit user of a very practical fruit - the Fix Fix fruit. You had the ability to fix almost anything - tables, chairs, floors, roofs, forks, clothes, anything really. You had even started pushing the boundaries of your fruit and were able to “fix” broken bones and simple lacerations. You were how the bar went from destroyed to ready for business every night. 

Once all the debris was rearranged back into furniture, you looked back at Ace sheepishly. “See? Not a big deal. I do this all the time.”

Ace of course was known for having eaten the Flame Flame fruit - an interesting and useful fruit that had helped him become a famous Whitebeard Pirate with a huge bounty. By comparison, yours felt like the Loser Loser fruit. What was fixing some broken glasses compared with creating fireballs big enough to destroy ships and save your friends?

But Ace was transfixed on your work. His eyes were wide and he looked like he was watching you walk on water. You became a little embarrassed as he said nothing, so you turned away and started fixing the other furnishings in the bar that needed attention. 

“Is..is that your power? Your devil fruit power?”

“Y..y-eah. I know it’s not as amazing as yours but I can fix almost anything and it can sometimes come in hand-”

Ace didn’t let you finish your sentence before he was on his feet waving his arms and yelling

“DO YOU KNOW HOW HELPFUL THAT WOULD BE ON THE MOBY? OR EVEN ON THE MOBY JRS? Oh my God! We wouldn’t have to fix all those pipes! The pipes! Do you know how much time we spend fixing the goddamn pipes alone?! The sails wouldn’t require days and days of downtime to repair when they rip! We could fix the doors! The stairs! Can you fix broken Log Poses?! Do you know how many I’ve accidentally set on fire?! Come to the Moby please!"

Ace was clearly excited and eager to have you join in his happiness. But the noise of his sudden outburst made you flinch and shift your weight backward away from him as if getting ready to run. Your smile dropped and you looked at him with no expression on your face. Ace noticed your discomfort after a moment and held up his hands and said “hey, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just thinking out loud about how amazing that fruit power would be.” He sat himself back down on the stool as if to show he wouldn’t get closer. 

You didn’t blame him, you were a jumpy person. “It’s OK, I just haven’t seen anyone so excited about fixing tables before,” you shrugged and tried to lightly laugh off the awkwardness. You didn’t want to upset him - there was no telling what could set off a pirate. Especially one as strong as Ace. You wanted to show you weren’t upset with him - and you really weren’t. You were thankful he acknowledged your discomfort and settled down. So you decided to allow him to complete Step 2 of the Complete Hangover Cure if he so desired.

“Would you like to take a shower? It can also really help with hangovers, opening the blood vessels and all that.” 

“Hmmm…not too sure about that one.”

“You…smell…not great. You slept on the floor of the bar. There was a literal pissing contest here a few nights ago. I highly suggest you go shower. Come on, I’ll let you into the place upstairs.”

Ace narrowed his eyes, seemingly trying to determine if you were trying to catch him in a trap or use him in some kind of way. You must have passed the test because he agreed and bounded behind you as you led him up the stairs to your small apartment.

The Brothers were letting you live above the bar for the moment. It was great because they barely charged you any rent and you didn’t need much. It had a bedroom, a bathroom, and a very small living room big enough for a comfy chair and table, which was more than you had in years. Even though they were not always expressive, you thought they did care for you in their own way.

You let Ace into the apartment and showed him where clean towels, soap, and combs were. You really had to get back to work, so you told him just to come back downstairs when he was done. You also mentioned that you had half a loaf of bread on the table and eating some would be the final step to cure his hangover.

“Aren’t you worried I’m going to rob you or look through your things?” Ace questioned as you started to walk towards the door. He was giving you a strange look, like you were trying to trick him.

“No? I don’t have anything worth stealing. I don’t have any money or valuables. I mean, I would be annoyed if you stole the book I’m reading but I can always borrow another copy.” You left Ace in your apartment and went down the stairs. You heard the water running down the pipes so you knew Ace had at least started the shower. After his shower, you’d tell him to leave and come back when the bar was open - you’d be long gone and the Brothers could deal with all this nonsense. 

You were reflecting on what a strange morning it had been, but things needed to be done. You were really behind schedule now after dealing with Ace all morning. You started cleaning again when you heard knocking on the thick wooden door at the entrance of the bar. You looked at the clock - it still wasn’t close to opening time and the Brothers all had keys to the back door - so who was it? 

With a groan, you pushed a heavy bar stool towards the door. Since the Brothers owned the bar and had never hired anyone but you, they had put the lock where it was convenient for them. Which meant it was inconvenient for you since they were all at least two and a half feet taller than you were. Again, you were almost perfectly average size on your island! It wasn’t your fault all these people were so tall. 

After pushing the stool, you stood up on it and reached to open the old lock. “Just a second!” you called out, hoping the person on the other side wouldn’t push the door in causing you to fall. You heard deep voices talking on the other side of the door and for a moment you regretted opening it at all. But you got down off the stool and moved it aside. Grabbing the iron door handle and pulling it with most of your strength, you managed to crack the door about a foot open. 

There was a group of three men looking down at you. You smiled up at them politely and said “Hi, the bar isn’t open right now. You can come back again later when we are” and tried to shut the door.

One of the men, who had a funny hairstyle not unlike a pineapple, smiled back at you with half closed eyes and put his hand casually on the door, keeping it open. He said

 “We’re actually just looking for our brother-yoi. We couldn't find him and this was the last place we saw him.”

You weren’t sure what to do - you were almost positive they were on the same crew, but what if they weren’t? What if they wanted to hurt Ace? Wait, why did you care? Ace could handle himself. Taking the safest route, you asked “Who are you looking for?”

“Fire Fist Ace. He’s pretty short, black hair, freckles, charming, sleeps a lot.” The man, who you thought might be Marcott? Marcus? Something like that, you think you might’ve seen his picture a long time ago, held up Ace’s wanted poster to show a picture of him. 

“...um…” you were trying to stall for time to decide what to do. On one hand, you didn’t want anything bad to happen to Ace if they were bounty hunters or had a vendetta against him. On the other, you didn’t want to upset this new group of people you didn’t know. This is why you were the morning bar cleaner! You didn’t like to deal with conflict or these kind of issues. Why couldn’t one of the Brothers be here this morning? 

“Well, I’m the only person in the bar right now. I just clean here.” You decided to not exactly lie, but to obfuscate the truth just a little. It was true that you were the only person there - because you let Ace go upstairs to shower.

“Do you mind if we look around? We are getting worried about him - he can sleep in the strangest places.” The man wasn’t threatening you and he did seem genuinely concerned about Ace but you felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. You couldn’t think of a way to diffuse the situation easily so you just gave in. Maybe they would leave quickly?

“Sure, come on in,” you said as you pushed the door further open. The three men, politely waited until you moved out of the way and then followed you into the bar. All you had to do was hold out another 15 minutes and at least one Brother would probably be there to help you. The men were walking around the bar, looking a little puzzled.

“I thought Jozu accidentally smashed this table last night?” a man with a long mustache and black top hat said quietly to his companions. 

“Yeah, and Haruta definitely broke at least one chair.”

“They say this bar is magic and can fix anything inside it.” said a man wearing white with a yellow sash and a pompadour hairstyle with a grin.

“I’m not too sure about that,” said Pineapple Man while looking at you. You didn’t like him looking at you so you pretended to be giving all your attention to your cleaning. But when you heard the water in the pipes turn off, you glanced up out of habit. 

Pineapple Man followed your glance up and said with a small smile “Someone up there yoi?”

You swallowed harshly and felt a stiff pressure settle at the base of your neck. You were feeling unsettled and anxious. You just wanted everyone gone - and soon. Ace, these  men, everyone needed to be out of your comfort zone. There were too many people asking you too many questions.

“It’s not really any of your business. W-who are you guys anyway?” you settled on saying.

“We’re Whitebeard Commanders, I’m Marco. This is Thatch,” he said pointing to the man in white who smiled and waved, “and this is Vista,” jerking his thumb at the large gentleman who took off his top hat with a flourish. “We’re looking for Ace - he’s a Commander like us. Here, let me show you.” Marco then opened his shirt and showed a large tattoo that matched Ace’s, but Marco’s was on his chest. Your face flushed but you weren’t sure why. You’d seen many men shirtless before, but this felt weird. You were too out of sorts for people to be taking their clothes off.

Before you could respond, you could hear Ace hurtling himself down the stairs. Cringing at being caught not telling the truth, you went to go meet him at the door to the bar. Before he could enter the bar, you quietly said “Ace” so the others wouldn’t hear you “there are three men here looking for you.”

“Hmm? Who?” Ace replied, unconcerned. He was still shaking the water out of his hair, kind of like a wet dog.

“Do you know them? They said their names are Marco, Thatch and Vista.” 

Ace’s face lit up in a smile and said “oh yeah! My brothers! Wait till they meet you Y/N!”

His sudden shift in mood made you feel safer, but he also grabbed you by the forearm and brought you towards his brothers in the bar. You tried to recoil your arm but he held on tight. You were being pulled back towards the men - somewhat unwillingly. 

“Acey- boy!” Thatch exclaimed when he saw the young Commander. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your monthly shower?” he teased, eyeing Ace’s still wet hair.

“It hasn’t been that long,” Ace said, rolling his eyes. Ace started talking like an excited child about everything that happened thus far. It was a far cry from the cool and collected man of a few minutes ago.

“Y/N let me shower upstairs after I woke up here! I woke up in a pile of wood but she just laughed and wasn't mad at all. She was so nice, she made me this terrible drink that helped and I ate all the food in her apartment - literally, why don’t you have more food? Do you need more? All you had was that bread and I ate it. I feel kinda bad about that but now I feel great after you helped me fix my headache. And just wait until you see her Devil fruit powers! They could really help she can fix anything she fixed this shithole from everything we did last night in like two seconds….”

The longer Ace babbled the more anxious you were becoming. You started shifting your weight on your feet and trying to gently free your arm from Ace’s grasp again. You didn’t like being the center of conversation, you didn’t like strange men near you, and you most certainly didn’t like people discussing your fruit power like you weren’t even there. You wanted to run away and hide until they all left. You did eventually free your arm and you started to back away little by little from the group of men. You knew Marco saw you since he gave you an assessing look while saying “is that so?” and “interesting” at points in Ace’s story.

You heard the back door to the bar open and you breathed a sigh of relief. That had to be one of the Brothers coming in for the day. You still hadn’t finished everything but you just wanted to get away and come back when it was empty again. Oldest Brother came in, went behind the bar, filled a shot glass, tossed it back and grunted at you. He didn’t smile, didn’t say anything, and didn’t wish you a good morning. You hadn’t seen him for a few days since he had the weekend off. You felt better as things were going back to how they usually were. After his drink, he looked up to see the Whitebeard Commanders in the bar. He lifted the corners of his mouth until they weren’t locked into a frown and said “Vista. Long time no see, Brother.” 

Your day was not going to be getting any less weird it seemed.

[octarinecat]

Silent Wounds

Author notes: 830 words, SFW, Raphael x female Tav, TW: miscarriage, angst, bad communication between these two, tiny fluff; BIG thanks for beta reading @gerbperson !!💜

The flapping of wings and heavy rumbling footsteps filled the corridors at House of Hope with sound. Raphael was furious, and he wasn't going to hide it. On the contrary, he planned to raze anyone he spotted along the way. He was already putting together a plan in his head as to which body parts he would tear from whom and where to hang them so that others could get a good look. Yes, it had been a long time since he had shown who was in charge at home. How could this have happened? Secrets in his own home?

“WHERE IS TAV? WHERE IS SHE!”

The colourful stained glass windows trembled, and dust rose from the floor. He shouted furiously, and all the imps hid in the corners as soon as they sensed danger. His voice rumbled throughout the House of Hope.

There was literally a second missing before his level of rage would reach its zenith, triggering his transformation into his final, ascended form. At the last moment, he marched (or rather, ran) into the archives. The terrified Archivist (very unsure of himself and making a list in his head of things he could have done that were worthy of a punishment) pointed towards Tav with his hand.

She stood, leaning against the wooden steps, reading the covers of the books on the shelves. She slowly moved her finger along the spines of the books, looking at the titles. This was one of her favourite places. She sought solace here. Her pose slightly crooked, indicating a feeling of discomfort deep in her body.

Everyone but her moved out of the Archives at an express pace. But she - she heard him perfectly, expecting his behaviour. She was still not ready to talk. In fact, she had tried very hard to make sure it would never happen. She swallowed her saliva and straightened up, turning her head in his direction.

Their eyes met. Tav artfully tried to hold the gaze but not for long.

He took a sharp intake of breath, and his nose wrinkled in fury. He waited. For an explanation, an apology, an acknowledgment of his superiority in the matter.

The silence was so heavy that one could hear a mouse running somewhere under the bookcases full of books. Tav cast a longing glance once again at the books she had wanted to take off the shelf moments before. Then back to him.

His tail darted furiously from one side to the other, slashing the air with sweeping movements. His fists clenched, long dark nails digging into his fingers.

Say something...! She muttered in her thoughts, while trying to hide her emotions from his sight as much as possible.

“You've lost...” he started to say and his voice cracked slightly.

“Yes...” she said quietly, almost soundlessly.

“But you were...” He added quickly on second thought and directed his steps closer to her. He took her under his arm and led her briskly out of the Archives and onto the balcony. Tav felt that Raphael was just short of pushing her over the railings straight into the abyss of Avernus. Perhaps that would be the best punishment? Definitely simpler than talking to the angry master of the house. He sat her down in an armchair and sat himself in the other one next to her. His fingers propped up his temple, and his gaze wandered far into space.

Tav sat as if in a lecture. On the one hand, she knew perfectly well that she had no control over anything that happened. On the other hand... she knew how touchy the subject was for the cambion.

“When were you going to tell me what happened?” He said as if into space, without looking at her. In his mind he felt betrayed, even in disbelief at what had occurred. His jaw was clenched very tightly.

Tav sighed. “Never. I didn't think it was anything important.”

Raphael turned his head abruptly, his gaze shifting lazily from her head slowly before stopping at her stomach.

“Of course. Nothing important!” He stood up angrily and began to move restlessly across the balcony. His tail followed him, swaying at a brisk pace. His fingers nervously intertwined, mentally calculating how long they had been trying fruitlessly to have offspring.

“You thought I didn't care?” He growled in her direction. He took a breath. Another one. I should say something cruel and storm out from here. She must know the consequences of her decision.

But then he looked at her face. Tired eyes, without the usual glow, even dim. The pain she was trying to endure without him.

His wings moved, folding inward. His tail stopped in mid-air.

“You will never hide such things from me again.” A promise, a warning... a request? His hand rose in the air, ready to tenderly stroke her cheek. Let me in. His silence said. Or I'll blow the world to pieces so you never have to suffer alone again.

[mscherub]

Witchy Ways 🕸️

I took my sweet ass time with this, but I was blanking for a bit for who knows what reasons. I didn’t write like anything down for a day and then I just spewed out a whole bunch of words tonight😭, I hope it’s ok, though. Time is currently 3:09 am while posting this. I locked in ❤️

Reader is gender neutral, referred to as Prefect, Y/N, Henchhuman(by Grim), Shrimpy(by Floyd)

Warnings!:

Swearing

Uh, something catches on fire, have fun finding out <3

Half proof read, I got tired so I gave up

Word count:

3.4K

Part 2: “Not the Intended Outcome.”

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Part 2: “Not the Intended Outcome.”

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Finally! Exams are officially over and you’re able to relax for the nice weekend, ok, well, not totally relax, because you actually have to clean up ramshackle a bit, a ritual you’ve adopted for this good old decrepit dorm you proudly get to call home. Just from being out and about on campus, interacting with others and doing what you usually do on a daily basis, if you didn’t cleanse yourself and the dorm regularly, the whole vibe of the place just felt…off. Sure it’s an old place and it’s bound to be somewhat creepy you literally have ghosts living with you and severely dusty, but that doesn't really account for how disgustingly easy it is to accumulate bad energy this quickly. Possibly the use of their magic in this world and being constantly surrounded by it, or Ace and Deuce dragging it in since they insist on crashing here as much as they can when given the chance.

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Music plays in the background as you clean up in the main lounge, dusting off the mantel and cleaning out the fireplace, as well as any pictures that you can reach with a feather duster you found in the attic. Use, reuse, recycle, and especially for you, beggars can’t be choosers. Slowly the place was becoming tranquil again after a while of that icky feeling of stagnant energy residing within the place was disappearing along with your efforts.

You waltz on over to the bookshelf, swaying along with the music as you dust off the shelves. You pick up a stray book laying flat on one of the lower shelves for who knows how long and you blow off the dust, swatting it away as you read the title: “Basic Spells 101.” Hm. Interesting.

Grim passes by you carrying his modified cleaning equipment, maundering about how he has to even do this, and of course, the promise you made of giving him tuna after. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the sight, but you see him eyeing something particular at the large window, hobbling over the couch and readying his supplies.

“Grim! No- no, don’t touch that, hold on.” You walk over to him as you dust your hands off on your shirt, stopping him from sweeping up the “dust” along the windowsill.

“Whadya mean stop? There’s some stuff on the windowsill, I’m just tryna be useful here, henchuman. You’re lucky I’m even helping ya!” He huffs as he puts his paws on his hips and stops the broom and dustpan in their actions. “You’re my henchuman, therefore I’m the boss so I don’t even know why I’m helping ya. I try and be nice for once and then it’s considered wrong—“

“Ok, so. How do I explain this?” you sigh as you match his posture, looking over at the perfect line of black salt that you procured a batch of just recently, deciding to put it up as an extra boost to keep out unwanted energies. A barrier. It took you long enough to get the ingredients to make it from Sam’s Shop considering your monthly funds and the rarity of some items. Finding charcoal was a little difficult…and the incense, too.

“Explain what? It’s just dust for crying out loud! You like the look of it or something?” He grumbles.

“Don’t waste your time on it, I meannnnn, yea! It’s not even visible if you don’t look over the couch. Just ignore it, kay? Yea. Alright. Splendid. Just go dust the photos off up there.” You point to the paintings above the door.

Grim pauses and lowers his paws back to his side. He glances back at the window and rolls his eyes as he turns away and floats off. “I dunno why, human, but if you're so attached to it, whatever.” he mutters, a glower look overcoming his features.

Your eyes glance over the line of black salt one last time along the windowsill. Looks intact still, not disturbed in any way, so, you get back to cleaning with a small sigh of relief, shuffling into the entrance and grabbing the broom by the front door and sweeping up what you can. You form a considerable pile of random debris in front of the door, just from the entryway alone, and you sweep it all out the door. The wind picks up at just the right time and it blows away all of the mess you pushed out, carrying it away in the wind and away from your home, rustling your clothes in the process.

”So, we done yet?” Grim floats up next to you. He purses his lips and his ears flatten against his head, annoyed at the fact you guys are even still doing this.

“Hmm? Nah, not yet. I’ve got a few other things to finish up here, but you don’t need to stick around for that. Actually, go ahead and call up Ace and Deuce to see if they’re free. I’ll join you guys at Heartslabyul or wherever you end up once I’m done.” you murmur softly, gazing at the drifting clouds in the sky.

“Really?’ he exclaims, his face lighting up instantly. “Okay! So, you really mean it?” You give him a small nod in response, and he eagerly heads off to find your phone.

“Don’t break anything again!”

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With Grim gone and out of Ramshackle for a little, you have the opportunity to finally finish your cleaning regimen in your way without the judgmental stares you know he’d give you. Smoke cleansing is bad for animals, so, at least he’s ok!

Incense is burned in all the rooms you can possibly burn it in within the dorm, leftover crystals Crewel gave you, after questioning you on why you even wanted them, were hidden back in their designated corners, fully recharged from the night before thanks to the moon. Selenite above the doorways frequently passed through, black tourmaline in the corners, and obsidian and amethyst within your room for a boost of extra cleansing energy and good restful nights for both you and Grim.

The ghosts watch from afar as you go about your list of what needs to be done, they always do. Quite frankly they find what you do to be rather odd and a little cumbersome to them due to the fact the incense makes them choke up quite a bit, but with your intentions set, they’re not the bad energies you’re getting rid of, so they can stay for now.

And just like that, with a little hard work and some rigor, Ramshackle feels like home again, being physically and spiritually cleansed. You take your last few bouts around to make sure you didn’t miss anything, and as a final touch, you add your black and white candles by the door with the protective Algiz runes etched into them and—

Ringgggg.

Your ears begin to ring, that familiar and annoying sound most people experience every now and then. But you knew the implications behind it. Someone was talking about you. Who was it, and why was your name in their mouth? Not cool…

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The weekend slips away quickly like usual, and soon enough, you're back to your daily routine during the weekdays. Wake up, drag Grim out of bed, make breakfast and eat it, make sure you have any material you could need for classes, then set off on the familiar hike up to the school.

“Prefecttttttt!” Ace calls out to you with his hands cupped around his mouth. When he notices he has your attention he smirks and walks right next to you, Deuce following along beside him on the other side.

“Ok. So. That little jar thing. How’d it work.” He instantly interrogates you. It’s seven in the morning dude…

“What—“

“The jar you made for our exams, for us at least. Anyways, how the hell does it work?”

"Um...by working?" you reply, shrugging your shoulders as a nervous look spreads across your face, betraying that you knew about it, at least.

”You said it was for good luck, right? Riddle hasn’t even yelled at me once since Friday. Now that says something!” He glares at you.

Well, that’s surprising enough on its own, but you definitely didn’t expect the spell jar to work that well. It was just a little something you did to show your gratitude, and you did make six of them.

"I've also been doing better in track, Vargas isn’t at my throat too much anymore. Oh, and speaking of Housewarden Riddle, he congratulated me for my test scores." Deuce adds, further supporting their point to get the answer they want out of you.

“Spill.” Ace crosses his arms and stops walking, staring you down. You stop and you look at both him and Deuce, Grim also positioned next to them, clearly on their side of this whole situation.

“You, too?” You stop walking as well.

“Hey, I wanna know, too, henchman. Weird things have been going on for me, too. Good things, but weird things.” He sighs.

“You guys are acting like a few good things in your life are a bad occurrence.” You rebuttal back, standing your ground.

“It’s not just a few things here and there. So long as I have the bottle on me good shit happens. Have you been lying to us about being magicless, like seriously.” He huffs yet again, making unnerving eye contact with you.

“Look. let’s talk about this some other time, we have class…” you sigh, walking off ahead and back on the path.

“Great. Now you’re dodging! Way to go Prefect…” Ace picks up his pace and walks next to you.

He continues to talk, but you just drown him out for now, not having the time, or energy for that matter, to deal with him right now. But going back to the spell jars, you put some intentions into it, sure, but not that much, just enough, or so you thought. Again, you did make six in one sitting, and the materials were limited! But if the spell jars worked that well, then…

You’re pulled out of your thoughts as you enter the classroom, your body reacting and already sitting down without you even fully processing it. Murmurs and hushed whispers spike up as soon as you sit down and students awkwardly glance your way then glance away.

“Hey.”

You turn around and you look at the student who’s sitting up a row from you, lifting a brow and staring back at him. He was another first year Scarabia student, you obviously didn't know him that well to be considered friends, only having occasionally talking during group projects, but besides that, you’ve had no other reasons to interact with him.

“Huh?”

“I heard from a group of students in the hall that you made some little jar with random stuff inside and it apparently helped your friends or whatever pass the exams. That true?” He murmurs thoughtfully as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand, staring you down. What is up with people today…

You look over at Ace, Deuce, and Grim, all of them giving you a slightly guilty look as you look right back at them contemptuously, your stare conveying a message that translates to something on the lines of “Seriously?” With a small shake of the head you turn your attention back to the Scarbia student who waits with his lips pursed.

“Yea, what about it?”

“Make me one, please? The stories that have been shared around from one of your friends is all that I needed to hear to get me sold on the Idea. let’s see…was it Epel, maybe? I mean, I don’t really know, but someone said he escaped the whiplash of his housewarden. So, if it really does do whatever others are saying it does, I’d like to get one. For my own reasons.” He instantly info dumps onto you, smiling, trying to sway you into the idea.

“I…what…dude. I’m not just gonna make you one out of the blue–”

“I’ll pay you.”

The word “pay" makes you perk up. You look at the guy, “contemplating.” In all honesty, you weren’t, for something as simple as a spell jar, and especially the one you made, getting paid for it would be a good way to make money. Maybe just have the guy pay for the supplies then- damn, you’re sounding like Azul here.

“Ok. Pay for the items to make it then I’ll do it.” You reply.

“Ok, ok, I can do that!” He smiles again and leans forward. “What do you need?”

“Um, it can vary depending on what outcomes you want. And my mood.” You shrug. He looks at you confused for a second before disregarding the whole thing and nodding.

“I want a carbon copy of the ones your friends got.” he points over at them. Seriously, this conversation has gone on for far too long, when the hell did class start again.

“Ok. I’ll write it down I guess–”

Another voice pipes up from another row up, more towards the left. “Make me one, too, Prefect. I’ll pay double if need be if you make mine have stronger effects!” the other student smiles. And before you even know it, you have a mob of jovial first years crowding around and requesting you make them a little jar, all of them interested in the idea, chanting how much they’ll pay if you make theirs first. A good way to make money still? You can't even process your own thoughts.

“Dude what the fuck–”

“Ahem! Sit down. These antics are not respectable in my classroom!” Trein comes up behind the hoard, everyone quieting down and returning to their seats without further complaint. You look up at Trein from where you’re sitting and he gives you a small, disappointed sigh, for who knows what reason. Not like you asked to be swarmed here.

Class starts with the loud bang of his heavy history books on his desk and a yawn from Lucius.

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Well, today was not how you were expecting things to go, that being, getting swamped by overly excited students who wanted nothing else besides that miracle item you gave to your group of friends. They had some right to be so excited about it, most of the first years who took the alchemy exam failed it, and of course, the main culprits at least, Ace and Deuce, had to be the blabber mouths and share this information to everyone in sight. You had third years even hunt you down in your PE class, saying the same thing as every other person who came up to you, adding on that they’ll pay, especially the more wealthier students. So, getting back to ramshackle in one piece, and sadly with a royally pissed off Grim, was a feat of its own.

“Prefect, the money that one guy just handed ya, should have taken it right then and there! Think of all the tuna!” Grim whines as he plops down on the couch.

“I wasn’t going to take it. I’ve had way too many requests and I'm just not interested in trying to keep track of anything right now.” You sit down next to him and rub your temples. At least Ramshackle still felt “clean.”

You thought peace finally was coming your way? Wrong! Your door is kicked in and a wild Floyd walks in with his hands shoved in his pockets, a little pep in his step and a grin so wide and sinister that when he looks your way you can’t even move.

“Shrimpy, Baby seal!” He hums happily as he makes a b-line right towards you, leaning down and practically scooping you up in a hug.

“Hey hey, Shrimpy. Me, Jade, and Azul decided to swing by! Wanted to have a chat!” He smiles.

“Hello, Prefect, Grim.” Jade enters in as well, more poised and refined in his, and also not actively trying to squeeze you to death. Then it struts Azul who looks rather restless and anxious, clearly having something to say.

Floyd sits you back down on the couch then invades your space once again, sitting next to you and putting his arm behind you.

“Nice of you guys to just barge in.” You side eye Floyd and slowly lean away from him.

Azul seats himself in a chair and crosses his legs, propping up his cane against the side of the seat and folding his hands to place them on his knees. He fixes his hat and then his eyes land on you.

“I’ve heard things.”

“You hear a lot of things, like, all the time.” The more you lean away from Floyd, the more he doubles his efforts to be an annoying piece of shit.

“That’s not the point. I believe you know what I came to discuss.” He sighs.

“Knowing you, business related, but I’m tired and don’t care to think or take a guess, so go on…” You look at him as you're almost completely slouched over to the side, Floyd humming quietly and still moving closer.

“I've heard talk of an item you made, specifically for the first years. Though, I’ve heard that you’ve been getting a fair share of offers for producing this said item for other students to use.” He shifts in his seat and sits up more, pushing his glasses up and uncrossing his legs.

“I gathered that there were only good things, saying it brought luck. I don’t quite understand how a simple jar could engender such effects.” He narrows his eyes, and, yea, you knew where this was going to go.

“I’d like to make a deal—“

“No.”

The room falls silent and Azul’s shoulders slump down, Jade smirks and continues to stand at the door ominously, and Floyd ignores what’s going on and continues to be Floyd.

“No deals. I don't think I’ll take up any offers from anyone anyways, the jars don’t really mean that much. And I don’t have time.”

“Then let me take the workload off your hands and make these jars myself! Shall I fabricate a contract for an agreement? I’ll take the recipe needed to make it, and you…I’ll consider what you can get. Do we have a deal?” A golden contract is magiced into existence with one flick of his magic pen.

You shake your head almost enthusiastically. “No.”

Azul’s eye twitches just slightly, his resolve slipping.

“Why waste such an opportunity, Prefect?”

You push yourself up off of the couch and glare at Floyd one last time.

“Excuse me for a minute…”

you excuse yourself, pushing past Jade. For fucks sake, who does Azul think he is for pulling this.

“You can’t run from your problems, Prefect.” Jade chuckles. wtf, thanks?

You walk through the entryway and into the kitchen, grabbing water. Slowly, you retrace your steps and you go back to the front door and flip your broom upside down, the handle touching the floor.

“I swear, get these fuckers- sorry, very nice gentleman, out of my house.” You huff to yourself before you head back into the lounge.

“Answer is still no.”

“I can change your mind. You see, if you’d take a look at the contract then you’d see there’s no grey areas—“

Azul’s phone buzzes in his pocket and with a swift motion he slips it out and answers the call.

“Hello? Hmmm…ok. Alright- WAIT WHAT?!” A look of horror instantly crosses over his face and the golden contract disperses into the air as he swiftly gets up. You think that’s the fastest you’ve seen him move.

“The kitchen is on fire at the lounge. I leave people to do one simple job and they fail to even perform it correctly.” Jade looks equally surprised as he follows along behind Azul, and Floyd, guys, cmon, it’s Floyd, what do you expect? shrugs and gets up calmly, looking down at you.

“Playdates over.” He pouts. “Careful, Prefect.” He winks and follows out behind him.

…

…

That…works, you suppose? That’s not what you were expecting. But…they’re gone at least. Grim slowly turns to look at you and blinks a few times before he throws his paws up and floats away without any further comment. You get up yourself and you go and light the two candles by the front door since the unwanted guests have finally left. White for purification, and black for warding.

It’s about time you invest in some good luck yourself. Maybe the equestrian club could have something for that…

And done! Thanks for reading, my lovelies, and again I’m sorry for taking forever. I just remembered I have an exam tomorrow…maybe I should make a good luck spell jar—

Also wanna add a quick thank you to @fatally-incorrect for letting me yap and also giving me ideas ❤️

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[idcfriend]

A Spoon Full of Sugar- Mary Poppins

Yuu only wanted to clean and fix up Ramshackle a bit they have no idea why everyone's freaking out...

Now the day started out normal...well as normal as a day in NRC can be anyway, it was the weekend so Yuu wanted to do some clean up around their dorm the only problem was that-

*CRASH* "I ain't gonna do it! The Great Grim is too great for chores!"

You sighed, "Grim if you're not going to help at least don't make a bigger mess" you said mildly annoyed

All you wanted was to do a little cleaning was that to much to ask? You looked around before you looked back to Grim and grinned getting an idea.

"Hey Grim, what if i showed you a fun way to clean, would you?"

Grim stopped, looking at you with a curious expression, "A fun way to clean this dump?" the way he said it making it sound like you had told him you knew the meaning of life or something

"Yeah fun" you smiled as you stood up with a broom in hand

In every job that must be done

There is an element of fun

You sang while looking at Grim with a grin while walking around the room sweeping the floor, and as you did so wherever you stepped seemed to become brand new

You find the fun and...snap!

You said snapping your fingers fixing the seating area as Grim looked around in awe watching as it looked as if time was going in reverse making everything as it was long ago

The job's a game!

And every task you undertake

Becomes a piece of cake

"Why don't you give it a try Grim?" you asked with a teasing smile

"Really? Heck ya! Let me show ya how It's done henchman!" said Grim excitedly running to the broken and snapping his...paws? And watched as the fireplace fixed itself, "Woah..." said Grim as he looked from you to the fireplace causing you to laugh

"Come on Grim, there's still a lot left to do" you said as you walked away from the fixed lounge as Grim scrambled to follow

A lark! A spree!

It's very clear to see

You continued to sing while walking unaware of the a few visitors from Heartstanbyul making their way to your dorm

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"Do you guys really need to follow us to the prefect's dorm? Can't you apologize some other time?" asked Ace annoyed

"Ace! Show respect to our seniors!" said Deuce, "but I guess i agree a bit with Ace, can't you guys apologize another time?"

As the group of five approached Ramshackle Trey could vaguely hear....music?

"It is imperative that I apologize as soon as possible for my actions-" said Riddle before Cater cut him off

"Hey not to be a spoilsport or anything but do guys hear that?" said Cater in a mildly curious tone

Slowly the group made their way to Ramshackle managing to enter without being seen and what they saw was...surprising

There was Yuu singing while cleaning while snapping they're fingers every once in while causing their surroundings to be...fixed?!

"Woah..." whispered Deuce

"You can say that again juice" responded Ace

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Yuu continued to tidy up the dorm while having fun teasing Grim

A spoonful full of sugar helps the medicine go down

The medice go down

Medicine go down~

"What medicine are you talking about henchman?" Grim asked confused as you walked (more like waltzed) by

You giggled, "It's a figure of speech Grim there's no actual medicine but if you pay attention maybe you can figure it out~"

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Author note:

....Sorry guys i gave up on this one 😅

[wileys-russo]

blurb request:: meeting alessia’s family for the first time, and surprising them all that you can speak italian. you get into a conversation with mario in italian about which teams better, ac milan or inter milan ultimately you both agree (which ever team you prefer out of those) are the best. Alessia gets hot and bothered at ur italian but you make her wait all night and throughout dinner and movies with her family until you both go to her bedroom to let her get her neeeedy kiss. and pls that girl will be needy for you all night, hands on your body somehow, always trying to kiss you even infront of her parents, always wanna be near you.

mambo italiano II a.russo

"what if they don't like me?" you drummed your fingers nervously against your bouncing knee, your heart rate accelerating the closer and closer you got to your final destination.

"what's there not to like?" your girlfriend grinned, reaching over and placing her hand on your knee as it stilled and you exhaled deeply. "alessia i'm serious!" you frowned at her jokes, your stomach in your throat at this point from the nerves.

"okay my love please try to breathe. i'm only joking around because really i'm more than confident they're going to love you." alessia assured calmly, squeezing your knee before retracting her hand and turning into the driveway.

"i think i'm gonna be sick." you mumbled to yourself, head thumping gently against the headrest as alessia quickly parked behind her brothers car and shut off the engine. "hey, baby look at me." the blonde grabbed your hands in hers as your head lulled to the side to meet her soft gaze.

"i adore you. they know that and they're very excited to meet you i promise. they've been pestering me about bringing you home from the very moment they found out i was seeing someone. i didn't even need to tell my mum she said she could just see a change in me, a positive change, genuine happiness. and they want to meet the girl whose responsible for it!" alessia smiled sincerely, poking teasingly at your cheeks as your own lips curled upwards and the blonde lent in, peppering a few sweet kisses across your face before you cracked a smile and lightly pushed her away.

"i'll be by your side the entire time principessa, i promise."

~

and true to her word alessia had stuck by that, right up until her mum had called for her help in the kitchen to finish the last of dinner, a stern look shutting down any sort of protest.

before she left your girlfriend wordlessly checked in with you, sending a look as you returned a small smile and a nod, assuring you were okay as you sat conversing with her dad and brothers.

who of course already adored you just as alessia knew they would, having watched on with amusement as her brothers battled one another for your attention, determined to get to know you.

they'd already gone out of their way to embarrass her as she feared they would, sharing all sorts of stories, nicknames and memories from her childhood with you, ignoring their sisters murderous warning glares and bright red cheeks as they did.

she'd breathed a sigh of relief seeing her dad sweep you away for a one on one, her mum ordering her brothers around to set the table for dinner.

though it was during your little one on one with the older man that alessia learned something that would change the course of your relationship for the entire foreseeable future.

at first she wasn't sure she heard correctly, pausing what she was doing as her focus zoned back toward you. ignoring her mum calling for her as she watched your lips intensely, shaking her head as all seemed normal again.

she must have been simply imagining it.

though as alessia heard her dads boomingly familiar laughter and he wrapped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into a side hug, she heard it again.

and this time she definitely hadn't imagined it.

the strikers head shot up and her eyes narrowed, jaw slackening once the realization dawned on her that she had been correct the first time.

you were speaking italian, fluent and effortless in your diction with her dad who looked on in marvel as the two of you exchanged conversation back and forth. listening a little more carefully she realized the reason for the mans grin, you were discussing football.

or more specifically italian football, her dads childish grin due to the fact you'd professed your own love for his favorite thing beside his children, his beloved ac milan.

"you didn't tell us she spoke italian lessi." her mum had also noticed the exchange with a surprised smile of delight at the new information. "i wasn't aware that she did." alessia laughed in somewhat disbelief you'd not shared this with her before.

"can i help with anything carol?" you suddenly appeared, her dad breaking away to try and wrangle her brothers who'd started to bicker over who was sitting where making the blonde roll her eyes.

"no nothing darling, lessi's on top of it." her mum smiled with a wink making you grin at the way your girlfriend rolled her eyes and the older woman stepped out for a moment as her phone rang.

"you." alessia pointed to you accusingly with narrowed eyes. "me?" you echoed back with an innocent smile. "why didn't you ever tell me you spoke italian?" your girlfriend huffed crossing her arms over her chest with an annoyed frown. "non hai mai chiesto amore." (you never asked love) you quipped with a smile, retreating to the table as mario called you back over, patting the seat beside him with a grin.

feeling her cheeks heat up alessia cleared her throat, feeling an all too familiar feeling coil in her stomach as the foreign language dropped oh so casually from your lips.

lust, want, desire, need.

alessia had never associated her families home tongue with any of those feelings, though hearing you speak it drove the striker absolutely mad.

to the point where she couldn't help but let her thoughts drift to how pretty you'd sound begging and whining in italian in an entirely different situation.

it also went without saying that you didn't need her to tell you for you to have caught on quickly how much this had affected her. the blonde throughout the entire night making sure to show you exactly how she was feeling without needing to utter a single word.

like the way her hand slowly crept up your thigh at dinner meaning you continued to move it away and send her a subtle glare until eventually you'd had enough and stamped on her foot as a much more firm warning.

or the way she'd snatched possessively at your arm once you'd all finally moved away from the dinner table, tugging you around the corner and out of sight from her family before attempting to quite literally shove her tongue down your throat.

"lessi!" you'd laughed in shock, ducking out of the way and pushing her off. "your family is right there." you smacked at her chest playfully as the blonde groaned and her head thumped against your shoulder.

"you speaking italian is killing me baby. killing me!" alessia emphasized, again leaning in and trying to pull you into a kiss as you turned your head and her lips met your cheek instead. "keep it in your pants russo." you shook your head with a teasing smile.

"e poi forse potrai entrare nel mio più tardi." (and then maybe you can get in mine later)

that left alessias jaw almost on the floor as you pecked her lips and strode back away into the kitchen to help her mum clean up, chattering away to her dad and brothers in italian, sending her a knowing smile every time you'd catch her eye.

alessia's mood only worsened when her mum offered for the two of you to stay and watch a movie, right as the striker was mentally preparing her goodbyes, internally groaning as you eagerly agreed.

"you don't want to head off amore? you've got work tomorrow." alessia had sweetly smiled through gritted teeth as you waved her off.

"not until midday tesoro it's fine." you'd assured her, kissing her cheek in thanks as her brothers pulled you both away for their goodbyes, headed back to their own homes as alessia so desperately wished the two of you were as well.

her neediness only escalated during the movie, the two of you pressed side by side under a blanket on the lounge you once more found yourself wrestling to wrangle her hands which slipped and snuck beneath the material of your clothes.

"stop it." you warned quietly in her ear, shooting her a glare which she only returned with a charming smile, stretching her arm over the back of your shoulders and tangling a hand in your hair instead.

"oh have you shown y/n your old room lessi? it's still the exact same way you left it." carol smiled affectionately as the movie finished, alessia perking up at the opportunity as she shook her head, grabbing your hand and practically yanking you up with her.

"i'll go give her a proper tour and we'll be back down in a bit to say bye before we head home." the striker smiled sweetly though you saw right through it as she pulled you upstairs, recognizing the real intention clouded beneath her ocean blue eyes.

and sure enough the very moment the two of you passed the threshold of her childhood bedroom, the door clicking shut behind you, hardly giving you a chance to look around before her body crashed into yours.

"alessia!" you laughed as your girlfriend tackled you down onto her bed with a cheeky grin, balling your top in her hands and feverishly connecting your lips.

you withheld the urge to moan as her tongue traced your bottom lip, taking it between her teeth and nipping teasingly as your head spun and your hands came to rest on her shoulders, pushing her away as your chest heaved.

"baby your parents are literally right downstairs and we only just met and-" you were cut off as once more her lips smashed into yours silencing you, her hand resting on your cheek deepened it further before she was now the one to pull away.

"say that again in italian and maybe i'll listen."

[captainwinterrsoldierr]

Title: Manifest

Kai Azer x Fem!Reader

Note: this turned out longer than i expected and I went haywire so this is going to be multiple parts.

“I’m not going with you,” You snap at the imperial waiting by the carriage. He was a big brawny guy, increasing annoyance on his face.

“Unfortunately you have no choice, the people have spoken and they have chosen you to be apart of these trials,” He stated eyebrows furrowing.

“What so I can die? No thanks,” You say turning on your heel. Hands grab your wrist and you flail.

“HEY!” You yell being flung into the carriage. You couldn’t fight against the brawny strength.

“You’re wasting my time and Tando is a far ways from the castle, we must be on our way and you’ve given me no choice,” The Imperial snaps.

Your eyes narrow at him as he slides in front of you. The carriage jerks and you’re own your way. Your heart aches as you watch your village pass by.

“We have 3 more competitors in the trials we have to pick up along the way.” You turn your head to look at the Imperial.

“How many are there and why me?” You ask fidgeting with your thumbs.

He shrugs, “There’s 9 more and my guess with you being chosen you have the most unique and rarest ability, so much so that I’ve even heard of you from the castle, what’s it called Manifestation?”

Your hands rub your face in frustration. Well so much for keeping your abilities on the down low. Then again having the ability to manifest any weapon from pure raw energy at any moments notice isn’t a very stealthy power. You stared at the cloudy sky as the carriage pursued towards Loot Alley and the castle. Hours must’ve passed when finally the carriage started to begin its stops. First a girl named Hera with the power of veil, then a cocky guy named Ace, and finally a silver haired girl named Paedyn. You smiled very lightly at them and gave them a nod each time one of them entered.

‘Some of us are going to die’ is a thought that kept ringing in your head. It was hard to make eye contact with them knowing that they might kill you or you might kill them at some point.

“So what exactly happens when we get to the castle?” Paedyn asks breaking into your thoughts.

“You will be given a tour of the castle proceeded by being assigned an imperial to watch over you and they will lead you to your rooms, once your adjusted there will be a dinner in 2 days with all of the competitors,” The imperial stated.

“Woopie can’t wait to meet the others that are going to possibly kill me,” You mutter under your breath.

“Exciting right?” Paedyn says sarcastically. You giggle at her tone, guess you’re not the only one feeling anger.

-

When they meant two days you thought you were going to be able to roam the Castle. Turns out that cursed imperial meant 2 days fully locked in our rooms.

Your servant, Lily, that was assigned to you arrived the night of the dinner to help you with your dressing arrangements. “Hmmm we need to dress you in something captivating,” Lily claims looking at her dress options.

“I would rather not draw attention to myself,” You say sitting.

She waves her hand, “Nonsense you need people to love you here, and you are too beautiful to not dress in an equally beautiful gown.”

You blush at her compliment, “Please I’ve never have intentionally sought to look well…. Hot.”

She grins, “Let’s get to work then you’ll be the most dazzling one tonight.”

-

You shake your head in horror as Thomas leads you around the castle to the area where the dinner will be held. Your dress hangs slow around your chest. Your dark raven hair sweeps around your back. Your shoulders in full view, the dress barely clinging with the small straps to your neck. The sheer black dress with taints of gold illuminate the hall as the lowering sun flickers off it. The dress is cut up to your uper thigh showing much more than you have ever intended. Embarrassment rang in your head, you’ve only met 3 other contestants and this is how the rest will see you in this revealing dress.

You arrive first at the dining table, 12 seats. You swallow the king and queen must be joining in today. You sit in between some empty chairs as there was no assigned seating.

You twindle your thumbs in anxiety. Maybe if you can run out of here now you’ll be out of the games. You look around imperials at every exit. Great. The sound of footsteps interrupted your thoughts. You turn around and walking towards the table was a cute guy. Black hair fell messily around his face. He had a cocky smile on that showcased his dimples on his side. He walked with confidence along side a blonde guy. As he got closer you saw his stormy, grey eyes that nearly made you choke on your water. Your thumbs dug into your palm, keep it together he’s just a hot guy.

“Don’t worry darling I’m used to being stared at but don’t choke will ya,” He chuckles winking at you. He scales you and that makes you turn tomato red. You blink and look away. He slides into the chair next to you. You shuffle a bit away lightly.

“I don’t bite ya know… unless you ask,” He smiles at you.

“I’m sorry who are you?” You ask raising an eyebrow at him.

“You don’t know who I am?” He questions back.

“If I would’ve known I wouldnt have asked,” You replied.

“Feisty now aren’t we? I’m Kai Azer… you know Prince Kai enforcer to the king,” He says.

“Doesn’t ring any bells,” You grab your water cup.

“Well darling, I know who you are, Rare gift of Manifestation, they said she had midnight black hair, though they didn’t mention how beautiful you were. I’ll have to get use to using your power even now I can feel its strength,” Kai responds trying to spark up a weapon.

Your eyes widen he’s a wielder and you smack his hand without second thought, “Kai are you daft! If you can’t control it the cosmic energy will go crazy and you’ll hurt someone!”

“First off Ouch, Second well I gotta learn how to use it, I’ve never met another Manifestation user,” His gaze locking into yours. Your amber eyes stare back, don’t get distracted you think.

“Well don’t get used it Azer, it’s takes time to learn how to control and I don’t need you killing someone with it. Not like it matters to you, you are the enforcer, You’ll kill anyone if your precious king demands it ,” You fume. He blinks back at you ready to snap back when others starting coming to the table on time for dinner.

-

Finally speed walking back to your room you’re exhausted. All this talk about doing live interviews, a ball, training has left your brain fried.

“Woah woah wait up,” You hear a voice behind you.

You sigh in annoyance as Kai speeds to catch up with you. “What do you want?”

He chuckles, “Being a gentleman and walking a cute but angry girl back to her room.”

Your heart skips to that first comment but you don’t let that show, “Well I don’t need someone to walk me back I know the way.”

He sighs, “Your difficult you know and too bad my room is right across from you so I’m walking you back.”

You scale him up and down judgmentally and proceed. As you near your room you snap back and turn around to face him. “Listen here pretty boy, I don’t need you to make my life difficult while I’m here. I’m not here to win I could care less about these trials, just let me coexist while these trials are on, let me live and let me go home.”

His eyebrows raise stepping close to you, “So you think I’m pretty huh? would make sense you did choke on water when you saw me.”

Your arms raise in frustration, “You’re so annoying and we just met!”

“Alright feisty little thing, I’ll let you go to bed but be prepared for training tomorrow, I wanna learn how to use your abilities,” Kai states walking towards his room winking at you. “Also I’d like to get to know you, I’ve heard you’re legendary with how you use your abilities, gotta know my competitors,” and with that he slips behind his door.

You gawk at him and slowly return to your room. Your heart racing. You lay in bed that night thinking of the days events. You couldn’t stop thinking about that cocky flirt. If he thought you were pretty you should make him work for it. Make him work for any nice words from you, make him work to be deserving of your abilities, make him work from any training from you. Tomorrow’s training should be interesting. As you slept into slumber those striking grey eyes kept illuminating in your mind.

Author Note; pLS IF this is bad im so sorry. It ended up being way longer than i thought. lmk ur thoughts!

[heartstringsbloom]

Part 2 of Twst characters and what songs they would sing with Yuu/MC on karaoke night!

(This one leans a little more into shipping after the first two, no established relationship but each scenario sets it up)

Ramshackle trio—“Nobody Like U” from Turning Red

• Great energy, Ace and Deuce and Prefect bestie moment ftw, they have a whole choreographed dance (that Deuce is maybe struggling a little to follow but he’s trying), they’re just having fun and they smile at one another near the end, the lyrics true to heart for all three

Ramshackle trio pt 2—“Cruisin for a Bruisin” from Teen Beach Movie

• Okay so this comes as a surprise to Deuce and Prefect, as Ace chooses the song for them, and the other two have to stifle their giggles because they always dance to the song at Ramshackle for funsies so the performance comes second nature. Deuce is the one who opens, Yuu takes the bubblegum cherry pop line, and Ace follows with “I went to the drive in,” and my gosh they’re just owning it. Ace hands them each a pair of sunglasses and the stage is theirs. Ofc they strike the coolest group pose at the end

Vil/Yuu—“Young and Beautiful” by Lana Del Ray

• They start rather neutral and almost indifferent, singing the same song but not really singing together (Yuu feels a little awkward, as if the song itself wasn’t already beyond her league), but then Vil lifts her hand to his lips upon the chorus and at once they melt into harmony, eyes together stolen. He pulls her along by an invisible string, endlessly charmed and amused by her puppy dog compliance. She doesn’t know what’s happened, he’s aware of her thumping heart but saves her the embarrassment, but at the end of the song the gentlest kiss brushes her cheek from behind. By the time she’s come back to herself Vil is already seated again, engaged in light conversation with Rook. She misses how the elegant dorm leader’s gaze tracks her with a fond smile.

Riddle/Yuu—“Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga

• Riddle has to be downright pestered into going on stage. He’s all eye rolls and impatient huffs as he mutters at Yuu to just pick a song. She hits shuffle, nothing in mind otherwise, and feels her tummy turn when the song starts. Yuu doesn’t expect the Housewarden to humor her, diving into the song half-heartedly, but she’s caught off guard when Riddle actually joins and practically shows her up, not that it’s his intention (or maybe it is). Think Halestorm cover of bad romance with that trend of character B catching character A off guard with the sheer power of their voice. Yuu has to swallow her nerves when he fixes her with a sharp gaze during the chorus, has to will her voice out of a stutter with every step he takes towards her. Through her slight panic because wow is Riddle good, her heart flutters endlessly. It’s when Riddle tosses the faintest of smirks her way during the final chorus, singing effortlessly and taking apart her every slip up or missed word, does Yuu feel that she truly is caught in a bad romance (is it so bad?) he leaves her gawking on stage at the end of the song, something pleased and humorous tickling his eye.

Rook/Yuu—“Paparazzi” by Lady Gaga

• It’s the song Rook immediately grabs on their turn, all too eager as he sweeps Yuu into his arms upon the first beat. He has her all the way through the first chorus, but then before he can snatch the second one Yuu turns the song on him in a blink. She fists a hand in his shirt and draws him close enough to see the shock in his eyes, daring him to push her away as she all but confesses to him through the song, a lovesick excitement in her eyes that has Rook positively speechless. Yuu barely gives him room to sing after that, reveling in the chance to keep him quiet for a moment, and at the end of the song she’s all too satisfied by the way he’s yet to regain his voice (and perhaps a little thrilled to be the one to render him speechless)

[writeforfandoms]

Waking Lions 22

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Here we are folks! Three more chapters after this. I will be posting one chapter a week until this is done.

Hopefully that's enough incentive to keep y'all from mobbing me. Hee hee.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, stressful situations, threats of violence, deceitful practices and language, swearing, injury.

Word count: 1.3k

John parked in front of the building, which looked as nondescript as ever. But it felt like it had been much longer since you’d last been here, longer than the hours that had actually passed.

Less than a day. Less than one full day you’d been gone, and your world had tipped sharply. 

Thinking about it made you nauseous, so you shunted the thought aside. Kate. You were here for Kate. Everything else would wait. 

“Stay behind us,” John insisted, handing you the gun again. He held your gaze, waiting until you nodded to release the gun to you. 

You followed the two of them up the stairs, for once itching not to run away from something, but towards it. You needed to make sure Kate was okay, get her away from Gray and home safely to her wife.

Anything else, you could handle. But not losing Kate. 

John slowed as the three of you approached the top floor. He shot you one single look, a very clear reminder to stay behind him. 

You didn't need reminding. You had no intention of acquiring more bullet holes any time soon. 

John and Roach went first, pushing open the door to the top floor and sweeping the space. You moved a little more slowly after them, swallowing hard. 

Find Kate and leave. That's all you cared about. 

The door to the conference room shattered with a gunshot from inside. John and Roach both moved, and you ended up being pushed into the wall by Roach. The second shot hit the wall harmlessly. 

The fire alarm went off, likely pulled by someone on a lower floor. You grimaced at the loud siren, the extra noise doing nothing to help the situation. But Roach just motioned you to stay put. 

What remained of the door opened with a crash. The mercenary had barely stepped out of the room before John shot him, the body falling in front of the door. 

“I see you are still alive,” Gray called through the open door. “A pity my men did not do their job.” 

“And they still won't.” John kept his fury leashed, voice cold. “Give up now and I might let you live.” 

Gray laughed, sending goosebumps up your spine. “Such bravado! I am not surprised. But you see, you are outnumbered. I have something you want, whereas you… have nothing.” 

Roach pushed you back harder into the wall, which was good because you had just opened your mouth to protest. Instead you made a tiny wheezing noise as half the air in your lungs was forced out by the soldier in front of you. 

Fucking rude. 

“That so?” John remained calm, staying out of sight of the open door. 

“Price,” Kate said from inside the room. 

You clenched your hands as tight as you could around the gun. Fuck. She sounded okay, but… 

“Laswell.” John, somehow, was still not audibly responding. 

“You see? Something you want.” Gray sounded far too smug. 

John was silent for a few long moments, shifting his position just enough to be able to look at you and Roach. He lifted one finger to his lips, holding your gaze, and waited until you nodded to look away. 

“I do have something you want,” John pointed out, calm but cold. He had a plan, clearly. 

At least, you hoped he had a plan. If he didn't, he was faking it very well. 

“You?” Gray laughed. “What could you have that I want?” Derision dripped from every word, his amusement clearly mocking. 

John didn't seem to care. “Ace. And a way out of this building alive.” 

“You think I won't kill you too?” Gray hissed, the still-screeching fire alarm only making him sound more unhinged. 

“You're welcome to try,” John ground out, voice lowering to an absolutely threatening growl. 

Silence from the meeting room for several long moments. If you had to guess, Gray was debating his options. Debating the best way forward to get what he wanted. 

You fidgeted behind Roach, swallowing back nerves as best you could. It was not in your nature to stand by and listen to people haggling over your life. 

Roach reached back and tapped you twice on the side. You weren't sure if that was supposed to be reassurance or a reminder to stay quiet. Either way, you drew in a deep breath. 

“What is it you're proposing?” Gray asked finally. 

John was quiet for a moment, and you could see his gaze flick to you. “An exchange,” he finally offered. 

If you trusted him any less, you would have been outraged. As it was, Roach's tap to your side was unnecessary. You weren't going to jeopardize John. 

“Intriguing,” Gray said, curious. “I do appreciate a man who can weigh the worth of two lives and choose one.” 

Your jaw clenched tight at that, a memory slamming into you, of Gray standing before you father. Something about the weight of lives… But it was gone again, shoved back deep where you'd buried it. You needed to focus. Not fall apart. 

“Then come out,” John goaded. “Get this over with before more people get involved.” 

As if to emphasize his words, the fire alarm screeched once more and went quiet. The sudden silence was almost worse than the constant noise. Almost. 

The silence stretched. Five seconds. Ten. Too long, much too long. Gray was planning something, he always was, John had to know–

Gunshots broke the silence, and Roach pushed you harder back into cover, obstructing your view as he did. But you could hear the gunfire continue, then a masculine shout. Two more shots, a little different sounding than the earlier ones. The sounds of a struggle - grunts and thuds. 

Then three more shots, so close together you almost couldn't hear the difference. 

“Do not shoot,” Kate barked.

You perked up, straining to try to see around Roach. He didn't move, keeping you covered for now. 

There was a brief choking noise, spluttering, another thud. The steady beat of boots against the floor. 

“Need help?” John asked, further away now. Glass crunched under boots. 

“Move,” you hissed at Roach. “Let me see–” You pushed past him with a little bit of a struggle, half-running past the bodies on the floor without a second glance at them. 

There were exactly two people you cared to see right now. The bodies weren't either of them. 

You skidded to a halt outside the shattered glass door, peering into the room. Two more bodies on the floor, blood slowly seeping into the thin carpet. John, standing over Kate and Gray, where Kate had Gray pinned face-down in what looked like a truly agonizing hold. 

Blood smeared from Kate's temple into her mussed hair and down her cheek. 

The floor next to Gray's head caved in under the bullet, bits of carpeting flying away from the impact. Gray shouted something indistinguishable, thrashing a little under Kate. 

“Ace,” John soothed, turning to face you. “We've got him. Give me the gun.” 

You didn't give him the gun, gaze trained on Gray. On the man who'd haunted your nightmares for years. 

“Ace,” John repeated. “Give me the gun.” One hand stretched out slowly towards you, careful not to spook you. 

He needn't have worried. You would never shoot him. 

Kate said your birth name softly, and your gaze snapped to her instead. She watched you, holding Gray down with little effort. The pain he was in likely helped with that. “I've got him,” she told you, steady and calm. “Steady.”

You blinked once, looking back down to Gray. He was no longer moving, breathing hard against the carpet. You hadn't seen him last time, when Kate had captured him that first time. You didn't know if this was quite the same. 

But you did know that this time, you weren't a scared little girl. 

“I'm sorry, Kate,” you said sincerely. “But you had him last time, too.” 

You pulled the trigger.

[maoxyi]

To let go (part 6)

-

Luffys could hear voices in the void of his mind as he slept. It was the most peaceful he's been in a long time.

“… I can use them to also hold my family…”

…

“… I don’t want to go…”

…

“… say what you really want, little brother…”

“…I wanna go back to the-”

“Sunny.” Luffy shoots out of bed with a hand on the left side of his chest. He felt a pang in his heart when he called for her. He doesn’t feel so incomplete. Looking around, he realises he isn’t on the Sunny. He isn’t in the safety blanket his dear Sunny offered. He knows how she would feel.

“Ah…” He whispers, as the need to go home, to be where the Sunny is, roses ever higher. He removes the covers off of him and gets out of the bed. He knows where he is. He’s been here before. Luffy remembers places very well. So he walks. Looking at the walls as he goes. The white becomes a dark blue and soft yellows that swirl and fit together. There’s an almost melancholic feeling within this place. A feeling that blossoms within him too. He can barely sense it rocking from the ocean waves but every so often there’s a big one that has him putting a hand to the wall to steady his trembling legs. He’s not afraid, he’s simply weakened. Luffy would never allow himself to be afraid for his crew's sake. They need him to be strong. Even Jinbe said back on… wait. No. That hadn’t happened but it did once. Not now but before. Before he…

He starts to run. He needs to know if it’s true. He slams the front door open. All eyes land on him. He stares for a moment and they stare back. Nobody moves as his eyes scan the various faces before him. The crew stays completely still as his gaze sweeps over them. Making certain they're there. That they're alright. He smiles. His brothers are standing in the middle, surrounded by his crew and future crew mate and his future ally and…! And he’s so happy. Just to see them there in front of him. It’s all he needs. He can’t fight the intense warmth that blooms in his heart. He grins, wider and brighter than he feels he has in a long time although he doesn’t know why. He’s… he shouldn’t be here. Not with his crew slowly approaching. Not with this crew reaching out to him.

“Luffy…!” A chorus of concerned and soft voices surround him. Gentle and warm hands touch face, head and arms as they search him carefully. He is blessed to have them. They shift slightly so the brothers can come into the barrier of protection they’ve created around their tired captain. The submarine rocks a little and he feels himself swaying but Ace's arms are there. As they should be. As they always should be. As they always should have been he thinks and it stings. This isn’t real.

“Luffy.” Sabo's hand is on his cheek as he smiles, as kind as he always did to him. It never went this way. “I'm so glad you’re alright.” He never said that. He wasn't here to say it. This is not how it goes.

“You dumbass!” Ace chides him with tears in his eyes. He hits him softly on top of his head making him laugh lightly and wistfully. He's so very careful not to hurt him further. It makes his laughter ring even lighter into the air. A blanket of relief and thankfulness that they are all alive. “Don’t ever scare me like that again!” He huffs tearfully and hugs Luffy who giggles.

“I had to save Ace of course!”

“You idiot. You complete stupid little brother.”

“He had us with him. He had nothing to fear.” Zoro, who stood closest to him states. It's not a statement of any sort, it is a fact to Zoro. Luffy is glad he's here.

“Of course we came with him. He doesn't even need to ask even though he did. It was a SUPER obvious choice.” Franky grins. Huh… Luffy doesn’t remember that.

“You’re Luffy's brother which in turn makes you our brother!” Chopper trots over and hugs Ace's leg. Ace lets go of Luffy and coos as he picks him up gently. The little deer nuzzles into his cheek as Ace laughs. Luffy misses the lingering warmth so much he feels it burn his chest.

It’s replaced with softness from a hug sabo gives him.

“I’m glad everything went ok. I’m… just glad we’re all alive.” He says into his hair. Luffy can feel him smile. He closes his eyes and takes a slow, deep breath. He doesn’t remember this at all. This never happened. He looks at Jinbe and Law who stood close but were still a good distance away. They were smiling at them and he smiled back. There was hesitation within Law's sharp eyes. He doesn’t remember this whatsoever.

“I can’t believe your dumbass really thought it was ok to just waltz into that war! What were you thinking, Lu!” Ace frowns at him. For a moment before he could reply, Luffy saw a flash of smoke. The smell of burned flesh. The sight of his hands dripping in blood as he felt the slowness of his brother's heart through his own chest. Before he can comprehend that memory, it’s gone. He inhales. There is only the smell of the ocean and flowers around them. Warm hands and safe smiles around him. Grounding him. He gives his brother the smallest yet most meaningful smile.

“Of course I’d come! You’re my big brother!”

“Ugh! With a little brother like you, all I do is worry!” He wails dramatically as Chopper giggles loudly in his arms.

“That’s just Luffy though!” Nami sighs.

“Course our shitty captain would drag us with him.” Sanji lights his cigarette. Sabo lets go and there are hands pulling him and he finds himself in Robin's arms as she lets out a laugh with Brook laughing beside her.

“Man, I was so scared…!” Usopp shakes beside him.

“Luffy.” Robin looks down at him and he looks up to meet her eyes. Blue. Like the endless ocean, so is her boundless knowledge. She’s always the kindest. Always felt like a loving parental figure he’s never had before. Eyes that have seen the worst but looking at him with the clearest and gentlest warmth behind them. A safe place to be at this moment. A moment that shouldn’t have happened. When Robin hugs or holds him he never wants to leave. She always smells so nice… “Are you ok?” She whispers. She knows. She always does. He's so glad he has Robin. He hugs her, not too tight because Robin is like a flower. Robin is gentle and when he hugs, so is he. He reminds himself, he was never comforted like this before because it never happened and he needs to search for his real crew. The one who has trained for two years. But…

He says it for her. So she doesn't worry. Robin worries for them a lot.

“I’ve never felt more ok, Robin.”