#one piece 730

[ashedddaisy]

I love this dumbass

Not him skipping out of excitement bc of gear fourth!!!!!! cute!!!!

Hes a big boy aight, he is <3

have you ever felt that thing of "rush of adorableness I WANT TO CRUSH" cuz look at this man's hands!!!!!!!!!

[zonaenthusiast]

This rereading is making me appreciate even more Law and Nami's relationship (and I already loved this duo a lot). Nami is the strategist of the crew and it says a lot about her that she is pretty much the only person Law, one of the best strategists we see in One Piece, speaks directly to when it comes to discussing a plan or idea.

But it also says a lot about him that Nami is willing to honor his wishes. She wouldn't have done this, she wouldn't have left Luffy and the rest behind, for just anyone.

I said once I think Law is very fond of the two mugiwara girls. Well, here's one of the reasons.

[algumaideia]

Big Mom appeared

I don't think Luffy will leave because he still wants the mera mera no mi

Namiiiiiiiiiiiiii<3 she is my girl

A group is going before

I wonder what will happen

I hope gas guy dies

Poor Law

[hauntingblue]

VIOLA!!!!!! STAB THAT MAN IN THE EYE!!!

[moonstruckme]

Could I request more soft dom Remus!! Maybe reader forgets to take care of her self because she is too caught up in her work and Remus loving sets her straight and just takes care of her🙏🏻 you are lovely my dear❤️❤️

Thanks for requesting!

cw: implied d/s dynamics, migraine

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 730 words

The couch springs groan beside you. You reach blindly for the tea Remus has brought you, eyes still on your laptop. 

“Look here, dove.” 

Your head turns before your mind has caught up to it, one hand still typing out the end of a word. Remus is scrutinizing you, your tea held firmly in his grasp. 

“Close your laptop.” 

“What? Why?” 

Remus gives you a look. “Weren’t you just telling me your head is hurting?” 

You chew the inside of your lip, but stand your ground. “Yeah.” 

“The laptop’s not helping with that, darling.” 

“Finishing my report will.” 

“You’re not finishing anytime soon, and the light’s not good for you.” 

He reaches for your laptop, and you draw it closer to you protectively. “It’ll be bad for me whenever I do it, so I may as well finish tonight.” 

“Enough.” Remus’ voice firms up. “Close it.” 

You scowl but do, saying a silent prayer that you remember all you’d wanted to say when you pick it back up again. Remus takes your laptop, moving it out of reach before he finally passes you your tea. The steam feels nice, and though you’d rather die than admit it you can feel the muscles in your face relax almost immediately. You blow on it gently.

A hand on your leg makes you look up at your boyfriend. Remus’ expression has gentled, a softer brand of concern in his eyes where they meet yours. 

“You wanna come here?” he asks. 

He helps you find your way into his lap, one of your thighs on either side of his. He draws slow, soothing strokes up your sides. One hand finds your face, thumb dimpling your lip. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, not without humor. “I know you wanted to keep working, but your body was tired of it.” Remus moves his thumb to kiss you, soft and lingering. “You’re your own worst enemy when you get like this, dove.” 

Your sullen mood gives way easily under the weight of his devotion. “I’m sorry,” you sigh. 

“I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to take better care of yourself.” He studies your face. “Have you had painkillers?” 

“No.” 

A wry smile. “How did I already know you were going to say that?” 

Remus reaches into his pocket, pulling out a couple of pills he no doubt fetched while the kettle was boiling. He passes them to you, watches as you down them with your tea. 

You watch him back as you swallow, feeling shyer than you did a minute ago. “Thanks, Rem.” 

“Don’t mention it.” He smooths a piece of hair away from your eye. His thumb lands on your temple, beginning to drill small circles. 

If your enthrallment with his touch weren’t enough, the skill with which Remus does the motion would be. It’s hypnotic. Your eyes fall closed, head listing forward. Remus chuckles and encourages it the rest of the way with his other hand on the back of your neck, letting you rest on his shoulder. How could anyone say that soulmates don’t exist, when the curve of his neck seems so perfectly fitted to your face? 

“You’re going to let me look after you now?” he asks warmly. 

You manage a feeble hum of assent. 

Remus is massaging your head with both hands now, deft fingers smoothing over your scalp and working their way gradually towards the tensed muscles of your neck. “Good girl.” Your body goes warm and loose at the praise. Your forehead rests heavily upon Remus’ shoulder. 

His quiet voice takes on an amused hue as he asks, “And what are you going to do the next time your head starts to hurt while you’re working?” 

You whine. “Remus.” 

“I just need to hear it from you once, dove.” 

You sigh. You think for a second that you might just pretend to fall asleep to avoid saying it, but the pressure of Remus’ fingers lessen until they’re barely there at all. He’s waiting for you.

“It starts with a b,” he hints. 

You’re glad he can’t see you scowling into his shoulder. “I’ll take a break.” 

“There we go.” Remus’ fingers resume their work, and you can feel the chuckle brewing in his chest as he turns his head to kiss your temple. “I know we’ll do better next time, won’t we?”

[lovifie]

Hiii 🩷

I really loved your ‘Mr & Mrs. Price’ story where his partner he is marrying is younger than him! I was wondering if you had anymore of those stories?

If not, I was wondering if you could write a little after they get married sort of thing. Like would they have kids right away, etc.

Thank you!!

Hi love!! 🩷🩷 Thank you for asking so nicely 💕

At the moment I don't have anything else written for Price and her younger wife, so I'll write you a little bit of what I thought would happen after the wedding.

A continuation to Mr. & Mrs. Price

Suggestive | 730 words | Back to Masterlist

The first thing would be the honeymoon, and Price gives me the vibes to go somewhere cold, like the Norwegian Fjords (? I don't know why, he just does. Constantly clinging to his wife like: "I'm cold, dear. Can't you see?" Only to sneaky get his hands under your clothes.

Friends and family complain about how little photos you took, but it's just because most of what you took, were taken inside your room. So many, so many pictures of his hand on your body, the gold band on his finger shining on all of them.

So much fluffy/dirty talk. "My dear, wifey... See? I told you I was going to marry you one day, and look at you, Mrs.Price... so fucking beautiful under me..."

Neither of you are surprised when a couple of months later you get a positive pregnancy test.

"We used protection..." Price says, as if that would change something.

"Yeah... Until we run out, Mr. I Pulled Out." You say.

Having a child so quickly after the wedding was neither of your plans, but Price was already talking about taking a step back from the dangerous mission and for some reason neither of you were panicking after the news.

It was a weird feeling, at first at least. But on the doctor appointment, when you hear the little alien's heartbeat it was set. Price's hand holding yours, the whole way back home.

He did step back from the dangerous mission, working at base helping the recruits and helping on the small missions, not wanting to be far from you. So he spent his working hours at base, and one day he forgot some documents at home and asked if you could bring them to him.

So you did.

You grabbed the folder, and drove your pregnant self to base.

Ghost was the one who saw you first, almost as you stepped off the car. And he was immediately on your side, stunned when he saw your belly.

"Are you..." He asked, not wanting to be rude; looking from your stomach to your face.

You quickly nod, the man's eyebrows disappearing under his mask. He took the folder from your hands, as if it was a heavy piece of furniture you were holding making you laugh. "Congratulations... That's what people say, right?"

You nod again, holding onto his arm to ease his mind as you walk towards Price's office. Small talk about how you were planning a baby shower and if he would like to assist, the panic clear on his face making you chuckle again.

"I'm pulling your leg, Simon. I'll send you a message with the important news." You say, patting his arm.

"And I will be forever grateful for it." He says, slowly falling in a comfortable chat with you.

Gaz and Soap walk out of Price's office just as you turn the corner. Both their expression of shock.

"Captain!" Soap calls him, annoyed with just finding out. "Ye got yer missus pregnant already? Ye filthy dog."

Price furrows his eyebrows, walking out and smiling widely. Quickly walking to you to give a kiss on the lips, his hands resting on your tummy.

"How are my girls doing, sweetheart?" He asks, Simon hearing it perfectly.

"Girls? You are having a baby girl?" He asks, making Gaz and Soap repeat it as echo.

You chuckle again, taking the fold from Ghost's hand and handing it to Price. "We are doing great today, John. Here's the documents, Simon wouldn't let me hold them myself."

"Good lad." He says, nodding at the mancunian making you shake your head.

Unlike Ghost, Gaz actually asks you about the baby shower and if he can assist. Price doesn't say anything, but he is really glad he offered; having now a familiar face at the party.

And even though only Gaz assists in person, he brings a present. "From Ghost, Soap and I, hope the girly likes it. Whenever she uses it."

He says that because the gift is a bright pink toy car for the baby to drive around.

Price complains about the safety of it, but later at night when everyone is gone he sits on the sofa, looking at you drive the car yourself talking about how you always wanted one as a kid. And Price is not sure how he got this lucky in life.

[cozage]

Hi Coza 🥰. How’s everything going? I hope you’re well!

I would love to request something for Zoro, Luffy, and any other character of your choice; and how they react to indirect kisses? Perhaps they’re at the crushing stage still or just recently started dating and haven’t kissed yet. So something like sharing a drink, chapstick, or they take a bite of food after you do. Something like that. I hope that makes sense 😭 I thought it’s be cute and I love me a flustered Zoro 🤭 no worries if you can’t do this. Thanks for your time regardless❤️ you’re my favorite writer for one piece! ILY ❤️❤️

A/N: this was ADORABLE ily you for this anon Characters: gn reader x Zoro, Luffy, Law Word Count: 730

Indirect Kisses

Zoro

“Hey, can I use that?” You pointed at his chapstick that he was applying to his lips. 

Zoro froze. “What? No! This is mine!”

“Come on!” you whined, reaching for it. “My chapstick is all the way downstairs. Just let me use it!”

“No!” He held the chapstick just out of your reach. “I don’t want your germs all over it!”

“Germs?!” you yelled. “I’m cleaner than you are! Give it here!”

You jumped on him, grabbing his arm to try and pull his hand down. You knew it was pointless. Zoro had more muscles in his one arm than you did in your whole body. 

“Listen, I’m not sharing!” he yelled back. “Your lips aren’t touching my chapstick!”

“Fine!” you hissed. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you, your lips crashing against his. 

You could feel him tense in reaction to your lips touching his, but he didn’t pull away. After a few seconds, you finally pulled away, releasing your grip on his shirt. You rubbed your top and bottom lips together and smirked at him. 

“Thanks for the chapstick!” you sang, skipping away from him. 

He watched you go, baffled by your boldness. He could feel the tips of his ears and his cheeks growing red at the realization of what you had just done, and a piece of him was glad he fought so hard against letting you use his chapstick.

Luffy

“How’s your ice cream?” you asked, swirling your tongue around your cone. 

“It’s the best! Wanna try?” Luffy asked, holding his own cone out towards you. 

You were shocked that Luffy would be so willing to share food, and you didn’t want to give him too much time to reconsider. Your lips quickly pressed against his ice cream and you licked the side of his frozen dessert. 

He had chosen double fudge, and it was aptly named. Chocolate flooded your mouth, and you gave out a soft moan in response. 

“That’s good,” you agreed. “Wanna try mine?”

“Yeah!” Luffy cheered, practically bouncing in place. 

You held it out of him, and you could tell he was trying to restrain himself as he took a giant lick of your summer peach ice cream. He ended up taking an entire scoop off, but you were silently relieved about that. There was no way you were going to finish that all before it melted. 

“I like that a lot!” Luffy said, with that giant grin on his face. “Hey, we ate after each other. That means we basically kissed each other, right?”

“What?!” You looked at him slightly alarmed, blush spreading across your cheeks. “No way Luffy, that is not what it means.”

“Oh,” he said, sounding slightly disappointed. He stopped walking, and you stopped next to him, looking at him. 

“What’s up, Lu?”

He leaned into your face quickly, giving you a hard peck on the lips. A smile re-emerged across his face again. “Well, now we’ve kissed for real! You can’t deny that!”

Law

“Hey!” you cheered, walking back into the room. You picked up your cup off of the table, taking a long drink of it.

“Y/N-ya,” Law said. “That’s my drink.”

You immediately froze, everyone looking between you and Law. They knew how much of a germaphobe he was. 

“Oh! Sorry!” You handed the cup back to him, wiping your upper lip. “It’s really good!”

Law clicked his tongue in disapproval, cautiously eying the rim of the cup. “We really shouldn’t be drinking after one another. Causes diseases to spread more quickly.”

You looked at him, confused with his words. “Are you sick?” you asked. 

“Well, no-”

“Great! I’m in perfect health too!” you smiled at him, trying to ease the awkwardness. “You can run a scan on me if you want.”

He blushed at your offer. “That won’t be necessary.”

You shrugged. “Alright. If you don't want your drink because I-”

“It’s fine,” he said. He took a quick sip of his drink to prove his words. 

The whole crew’s mouths dropped open. They had never known Trafalgar Law to be a man to drink after anyone. 

“You guys kind of kissed, you know,” Shachi said, cheekily grinning at you both. 

“We did not!” you both yelled in unison, cheeks turning beet red.

[v7lgar]

@rosekillermicrofic | knew - may 22 | 730 words | @godsofwoes @ecstarry @star4daisy @bellaxisworld

“I think we need to talk,” Barty said, hands in his pockets and an expression on his face that was hiding all of his thoughts. Evan didn't like not knowing, he hated it.

“About?” He asked as if he didn't know, he slowly put out his cigarette on the concrete and looked up to him.

It hurt to look at his eyes.

“I think you know, Evan.”

Evan nodded as he rose from the concrete he was sitting on, slowly patting the back of his jeans. Yes, Evan knew what it was about.

“I want you to say it,” He took a step towards him, they were almost at the same height. It didn't help to ease his feelings when he was eye to eye with him, he couldn't help but think about grabbing him by the nape of his neck and kissing him raw and urgent.

Barty looked distraught, Evan knew he was pushing it, but he needed to hear it from Barty. He needed those words to slap him in the face, he needed the ugly truth to be told. He needed to hear it from him.

“Say it, Barty.”

“I know you have feelings for me,” Barty started, “And you need to stop, Evan. You know you need to.”

There it was, the words he needed to hear.

He couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

“Did Regulus say anything?”

Barty shook his head, “No, I don't think he caught on. But that's why I need this— whatever this is, I need it to be stopped.”

“Why?” Evan asked, he felt like his heart was about to burst.

Because why? Barty knew something was going on with Evan’s looks and touches. Evan knew that Barty knew, they both did.

“Evan—” Barty looked desperate, it didn't help Evan’s feelings, everything was coming to an end. Or this was his panic talking.

“Look, I'm with Regulus—”

“I couldn't tell,” Evan snorted.

“Don’t get cocky now, it's not the time. I know you can't help this feeling—”

“Oh, you do, don't you?”

“Can you stop acting like this for one minute?” Barty took a step towards him and there were inches between their faces. The closeness made his racing heart worse.

“Look,” Barty began, “Evan, I get it, okay? I really get it. But I'm with Regulus, and he is our friend. I can't do something to risk my relationship with him, I need you to understand me.”

Fair, Evan thought. But he had no power over his feelings, he had feelings for him for such a long time. Just because Barty wanted them gone didn't mean he could make them gone. But Barty didn't have to know this.

“What if you weren't dating him? What would happen then?”

Barty’s eyes dropped the second he asked that question and it twisted something at the pit of his stomach. He knew his feelings weren't one-sided. He knew it from the beginning. But he also knew there was no way Barty would admit that, not when Regulus was in the picture as well.

“I would kiss you right now,” Barty spoke softly, and it made Evan’s heart stop, “I would pin you to the wall behind you, grab your face with both of my hands and bite your lip until I broke the skin. I would press my body onto yours and breathe into your lungs. I would stop the world so we could kiss forever.”

Something in him sank to the ground, he felt dizzy. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He tried to see if Barty was joking but he was dead serious, still gazing at his lips. It made him gulp, the urge to smash his lips against him was so powerful he felt like he was made of bones and bones only. Like he could drop to the ground and would break into pieces, turning into a dust pile.

“But, I am dating him.”

Evan turned back to the reality where his best friends were dating and he had feelings for one of them.

“Yes,” Evan spoke as he tried to find his voice, “You are dating him.”

Neither of them stepped back, there were still inches between them. Instead of imagining it, he could just kiss him stupidly.

But, at what cost?

Barty slowly asked, taking a step back, “Okay?”

Evan was made of dust.

“Okay,” he agreed.

[msnihilist]

I wanna make a quick post for those closeted proshippers or people who are scared to put themselves out there in general.

It's no secret that antis send a lot of hate. In fact, I used to collect screencaps. Please, take a look.

Do you see that number at the top? 763. I have more screenshots in other folders, so let's round up to 800.

800 pieces of hate. These anti messages are filled with suicide baiting, racism, sexism, graphic threats, and all kind of horrible things. You can zoom in on the image and read some of the image previews for a little taste of it.

I've been collecting these for two years. There's a lot of them, to be sure. Some of them I've collected from other proshippers putting people on blast, but most of them I've collected because I went looking for them. I engaged in discourse and went into the anti proshipping tags and I amassed quite the collection.

Of these, about 60 of them are directed at me, personally. (I know because I keep them organized.)

So that's 60 horrible mean nasty messages over the course of two years. That's a lot. It's not optimal.

Do you want to see my AO3, though?

Admittedly, I have been posting fic on AO3 for seven years now. So let's be fair and do the math.

That's 730 comments on my fics per year.

That's double the collective amount of anti hate that I see.

Not the hate that I get, but all of the hate that I see, as someone who goes out of their way to find it.

And that's not all of the positivity, either! I've made friends in Discord servers and gushed about my favs there. I've got hundreds of followers and a dozen or so who are incredibly supportive. Every time I post about getting a hate message, I get four positive ones reassuring me. I've even got a lovely anon in my ask box right now that I still need to reply to!

All of this to say, yes, you will get anon hate. Yes, people will say horrible things to you. No, there's nothing you can do about it other than simply not sharing yourself at all.

But all of the positivity is so, so worth it. It blows that hate out of the fucking water, it really does. And you will feel so much happier with yourself once you stop pretending to be something you're not.

[pinkdaiisies]

Remus x Reader

words: 730

summary: a little blurb about ditching potions and going on a romantic walk with our sweet Remus.

Leave a comment and let me know how my writing is doing please. I love feedback!

Remus' hand gripped yours as you two made your way out of the castle. After lunch, each of you had potions with Snape. Surprisingly, it was Remus' bright idea to ditch. You reluctantly agreed after he promised you wouldn't be missing much, and if you did he swore to give you his notes.

Now you two giggled as Remus started to jog a bit as you trailed behind him, hands still intertwined. Trying to dodge the looks of professors roaming the halls.

You don't know what Remus had planned, but to you it didn't matter. Being in his presence was already a gift enough. Your guy's relationship was always like this: sneaking around without the others, small gifts exchanged, and romantic walks around the castle. Although you two weren't officially together (yet), the way you two looked into each other's eyes said so much more what words could ever convey. You both knew that the other was the only person for them, and you both couldn't dream of doing the things you guys do with another person.

Remus planned to ask you to be his girlfriend soon. His nerves still got to him like any other boy his age. He still believed you deserved better and couldn't believe that you would still hang around him after knowing what you know. His secret was spilled during third year, and it made no difference in the way you acted toward him. Third year is when he truly fell for you. And when Remus looked at you now, he still felt every bit of emotion he felt when he first met you during first year.

Now being a far bit of distance away from the castle, Remus finally started to slow down his pace. The jogging made the wind blow through your hair and made a piece of it settle on the opposite side of your part. Remus reached his hand toward your head and moved the piece to its proper place. Remus looked at you with the utmost admiration and love. He grinned at you, and you returned a smile.

"Where are you taking me Lupin?" You asked finally, the first words said since you left the castle.

"Nowhere in particular, just wanna be with you." You blushed at his words. "Is that okay with you?" Remus asked nervously, suddenly realizing that he kinda forced you to ditch.

"Of course it is silly. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now. Especially potions class." You assured him as you held his hand tighter. Remus regained his confidence back after the reassurance.

Your hand left his for just a moment, which made Remus feel empty inside, but before the feeling could really settle in, you linked your arm around his, pulling him closer. The warmth of his body against yours made your cheeks blush and a happy feeling inside spread. The nearing of autumn made you shiver and made the leaves fall upon both of your heads.

You two walked like that for a while, arms linked, with occasional glances toward each other, and nervous looks away. There was no way you'd rather be spending your time. Every single thought of school work, stress, and unhappiness floated away when you were in the presence of Remus.

You two neared the lake and sat down on a fallen tree that had been there for ages, past lovers probably sitting in the same spots you and Remus were in right now.

Remus pulled his arm that was linked around yours up around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You leaned your head against his chest and put your arm around him in a loving embrace. You stayed like that for a while, just watching the lake and syncing your breathing with his. Hearts beating at the same time becoming one.

Although Remus was too nervous to ask you to be his at this moment, he swore to himself that this is all he wanted for the rest of his life.

You knew he felt the same way you felt about him. You weren't worried about official titles because you knew that Remus was yours, and you were his.

You were both content with just sitting by the lake together holding each other as close as possible. Your two hearts synced being enough reassurance you two will ever need.

[ashedddaisy]

So Law just yeeted himself off the roof, aight

[vermillioncourt-if]

In south of the Siji Empire, there is a kingdom the sun favors, staying warm and bright through the year. Clothed in luxuriant ruby red silks, the gold of the sunrays, and adorned in feathers, its people are said to house the spirit of fire within themselves. They live their lives loving, desiring, and hating with incandescent fervor. Fueled by the flames of their namesake and the blessing of the sun, the air is ripe to burst into a unstoppable wildfire. Welcome to the Vermillion Court.

The Vermillion Court is a current WIP and new interactive CYOA novel. The focus is heavily on romance, drama, and the characters. It is inspired by fantasy period-piece C-Dramas (Chinese Dramas) and historical romance manhua/manhwa. It will combine pieces from multiple fantasy period-pieces, both Western and Eastern. It's being written in ChoiceScript.

Note: Because this is still a WIP, some names of characters or places may change. All names are presented as "Last Name" "First Name" and I will provide pronunciation guides in the game as well as on the info pages on the blog!

Genre: Romance, Drama, Court Drama

Rating: 18+ (Will include sexual content, potential violence, and typical warnings attached to fantasy period-pieces)

Tracked Tag: #the vermillion court

Status: In Development (Writing)

Demo || Romance Options || Side Characters || FAQ || Ask Guidelines || World Lore || Tag Navigation || Dev's Main Blog ||

In The Vermillion Court, you are taken to the fantasy period-piece inspired world and continent of Nian. You play as the Fourth Prince or Princess of the Xiatian Kingdom, the child of the King of the Xiatian Kingdom and one of his consorts. As Fourth Prince/Princess, you have a pretty open schedule and a nice cushy life. Being among the first five princes and princesses makes you a prominent enough figure and with six siblings ahead of you in line, no one's really paying attention to what you want to do with your life.

The year is 730 and spring has just given way to the summer season. Various festivals and events are held across the Siji Empire to celebrate the season. At 21-years-old, you're all but happy to attend the social events of the season. Before you leave for the main city, your grandmother informs you that you should look for a partner while there. Apparently your father has been convinced by his favorite wife, Consort Xing, to start marrying you and your siblings off to the other kingdoms. You suspect it has to do with trying to make her son the Crown Prince and are dreading seeing your whole family together again.

Your personal guard and maid accompany you to the capital of Xiatian, where you start a season of festivities, social events, and romance, while also maneuvering the politics of your court and the drama that comes with it.

Play as a man or woman. Choose to be gay, straight, or bisexual

Customize the way you look. Decide what to wear to events to make an impression on the guests

Attend various festivals, parties, and social events to boost your reputation and make allies to help defend you against courtly drama

Choose to romance 1 of 6 characters: your Personal Guard, your Maid, a Lord from the Chuntian Kingdom, a Lady from the Dongtian Kingdom, a Merchant from the Qiutian Kingdom, or a Courtesan

Each route follows the same set of 6 events, but each varies greatly from the others

Find a fiancé(e) before summer ends!

The Fourth Prince/Princess of the Xiatian Kingdom - You (he/him) or (she/her)

You play as the 21-year-old Fourth Prince/Princess of the Xiatian Kingdom. Your father is King Nan Shaimian of the Xiatian Kingdom and your mother is his consort, Consort Huo Qinwen. You are 1 of their 4 children, having 1 older brother and a younger brother and sister, but that fails in comparison to your 18 half-siblings.

You are one of Dowager Queen Nan Niexing's favorite grandchildren, which she proudly states much to the chagrin of your father's 4 other wives.

Appearance: player determined.

Your Personal Guard - Si Huaiqiao (he/him)

Huaiqiao is your personal bodyguard. He is 25-years-old and has been guarding you since you were children. He is very serious and a tad grumpy, always wearing a frown. He doesn't take his job lightly, coming across overprotective, even for a personal guard. He tends to be clueless when it comes to romance, often missing the many women and men flirting with him. You appreciate his work, but maybe you've come to see him more than just your guard?

Appearance: Huaiqiao is a very tall man, standing at around 6'4. He is muscular and fit and is considered to be very attractive. He has straight black hair pulled out of his face that falls to about mid-back when loose. He has clear fair skin and deep black eyes.

Your Maid - Xu Chanyu (she/her)

Chanyu is your personal maid. She is 20-years-old and has been helping you since you were 15. She is a clumsy maid, fumbling over her words and feet quite often but she tries her best and you've come to find her incompetence rather endearing. Besides, it's not like you keep her in your company because she's a good maid, but rather because she's the only assassin who's came close to killing you. Maybe you've come to see her in a different light?

Appearance: Chanyu is a small and lithe woman. She's about 5'0 and is deceptively strong, regularly holding her own against Huaiqiao. Her hair is a dark reddish-brown and her eyes are a dark brown. Her skin is tanned with some freckles.

The Lord from the Chuntian Kingdom - You Kounao (he/him)

Kounao is a noble from the Chuntian Kingdom who's arrived at the Xiatian Kingdom as a diplomatic envoy. He is 21-years-old and is suave and charming. It's easy to see why the Chuntian Kingdom sent him as one of their envoys. Despite holding a position of importance, he tends to be a bit immature and childish, enjoying playing pranks on the other envoys who accompanied him. You find his company refreshing. Maybe you could pursue him as a potential husband?

Appearance: Kounao is man of average height and build, standing at about 5'9. He is fit, but not muscular. He is of partial foreign descent with clear brown skin and short straight black hair. His eyes are dark brown, nearly black.

The Lady from the Dongtian Kingdom - Shen Sandong (she/her)

Sandong is a noble from the Dongtian Kingdom who's arrived at the Xiatian Kingdom as a diplomatic envoy. She is 22-years-old and is very quiet. Her facial expression doesn't change much and she prefers to keep to herself. She doesn't have much to say, but enjoys letting you talk. She's a welcome change of pace to the typically hectic palace. Her icy demeanor intimidates some people, but maybe you find it charming?

Appearnace: Sandong is a woman of average height at about 5'5. She is beautiful with long straight black hair and icy blue eyes. Her skin is pale and clear. She is thicker with a fuller figure than her counterparts from other kingdoms.

The Merchant from the Qiutian Kingdom - Wei Duqiong (he/him)

Duqiong is a merchant from the Qiutian Kingdom who's come to the Xiatian Kingdom to boost his sales during the festival. He is 23-years-old and comes off as a bit shady. He's an effective business man able to charm even the hardest of buyers, but he's very private about his life, not enjoying small talk. You find him to be mysterious and intriguing, not really having met someone like him before. Maybe you'd like to take the time to get to know him better?

Appearance: Duqiong is a tall man standing at around 6'0. He is thin and lean. He appears to be from partial foreign descent. He has medium-length straight blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail and warm brown eyes. He has smooth light brown skin.

The Courtesan - Wu Nahou (she/her)

Nahou is a courtesan from one of the more popular courtesan houses in the city. Unlike her some of sisters, Nahou doesn't provide any physical services and just entertains at parties by playing music, dancing, and reciting poetry. She is 24-years-old and is pleasant and demure while working. Off the clock, she is more rowdy with strong opinions and a confident, self-assured attitude. Maybe you'd like to spend more time with her?

Appearance: Nahou is a shorter woman at about 5'3. She is of partial foreign descent with wavy red hair and hazel eyes. Her skin is pale with freckles and she's considered to be very beautiful. Her frame is more slight and willowy than simply thin.

[writing-girlie]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙴𝙳 ✩ 𝙹𝚘𝚍 𝙽𝚊 𝙽𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷/𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘)

Story Summary: You and Jod are paired for a mission where you only have one chance. Forced to rely on each other an unexpected bond forms and you both start to see past the walls that were built. As the mission intensifies and you become each other's source of trust and comfort, you're left to wonder if this is a brief spark amongst chaos or something worth holding on to.

WC: 730

The cantina was bustling with activity, filled with all sorts of beings from across the galaxy, their chatter joining into a constant hum. Drinks were poured, dice were rolled, and stories were exchanged—some details true, most not. At the heart of it all stood Jod Na Nawood, leaning casually against the bar as a small group was captivated by one of his tales of daring escapes and near-impossible heists.

The crowd laughed, not entirely sure where the truth ended and the embellishments began, but that was part of Jod’s charm. He soaked in the attention, his grin widening. But just as he was about to begin another, something caught his eye, or someone.

In the corner of the room, you sat alone at a booth, unbothered by the chaos that went on around you. Jod excuses himself from the crowd, deciding to come to you.

“Is this seat free?” He asks, his hip resting against the edge of the table. You didn’t even look up at first, but when he knocked on the surface, you glanced up briefly, your expression showing disinterest.

“Not if you’re planning to sit in it.” His grin grew slightly, and he sat down.

“The name's Jod Na Nawood and you are…”

“Wishing you’d leave” you say with a brief, sarcastic smile. Your reply doesn’t deter him; if anything, it intrigues him as he gets more comfortable in his seat. Despite your dislike for people like Jod, his presence was impossible to ignore—confident, mysterious and that charming grin. You take a sip of your drink, hoping he’ll become uninterested and leave on his own accord.

“So, what’s your story?” He questions, and by the way your eyes narrow slightly he could tell you weren’t going to answer him. “Come on. Most folks around here have something to hide, and you look too calm to not have a story.” You shrug, dismissively, but by the way Jod spoke you knew he was going to be persistent.

“You’re wasting your time. I don’t have anything to interest you.” He leans forward, a moment of silence passing between the two of you.

“I don’t believe that,” Jod says with a slight shake of his head. You let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, his persistence starting to annoy you. You look around the cantina, but his eyes don’t leave your face; you can feel his gaze the whole time. When you turn your attention back to him, you lean back in your seat.

“So you can keep trying, but like I said, you are just wasting time.” This time you speak slightly firmer but he just laughs like this is all a fun game to him.

“I like a challenge.” He says with that cocky smirk. You raise an eyebrow. He does think this is a game. For a moment you’re not sure whether you should let him win the small battle for your attention by telling him some fib to amuse him, or just walk away. Yet for some reason, you stay put. You take a long drink. Your silence seems to only egg him on. He watches you closely, his gaze flicking to the drink in your hand and then back to your eyes. You could feel him studying you, trying to piece together whatever puzzle he thought you were.

“You know, I've sat across from all sorts and eventually they crack and talk. All of them, even if it's just to get me to shut up.”

“Well, no surprise there” You roll your eyes slightly.

“You're good at this” He gestures all vaguely. “Keeping people out.”

“Yeah, you've figured that out yet you're still trying” A short laugh comes from him as if he's amused by his own persistence.

“I have a bad habit of chasing things that don't come easy but,” He then stands up, smiling at you once more, the grin never quite leaving his face. “I’ll take the hint.” He reaches for his jacket. “This isn’t the last time we'll see each other though.” Without waiting for a response, he winks and strides towards the exit. You watch him go, a strange mix of irritation and curiosity inside you.

He wasn’t your problem. Not for now, anyway.

[autumnpens]

✧ sweet indulgence ✧

Characters ◦ Kazuha, Xiao, Venti, Heizou, Aether, Wanderer (anemo boys my beloved!!)

Warnings ◦ fluff, modern AU, Wanderer is referred to as Kuni, gn reader

Thoughts ◦ Idea from the candy necklace thing from a few months ago, which is when I wrote it, just never got around to posting it ;-; tell me if this is mischaracterized pls

Words ◦ 730

Kazuha-

Would notice the smell immediately, but not the origin

“Do you smell something sweet? Like.. hard candy?”

You turned him, giving him a smile before pulling a bit at the necklace

“..oh.”

“Do you want some?”

He blushed, avoiding your gaze

“You don’t have to take it off for me, it’s fine, don’t bother-“

“You can just.. bite it off you know”

Oh Archons help him, his poor chivalric heart is going into shock

You pulled the string off your neck and into the air, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable

He took the string, biting off a few pieces before placing it back on your neck

“You’re almost as red as your hair, are you okay?”

He nodded before thanking you for the candy, letting you resume your story from earlier while he quietly stewed in his embarrassment

Xiao-

Would notice it immediately- he knows every detail of your appearance, therefore notices anything out of place

“What is that?”

“Huh?”

“On your neck— a choker?”

“Oh, yeah! It’s made of candy. You want some?”

You didn’t have to ask twice, he was already tilting your head to the side and biting a piece off

He was very quiet and very red after, but thanked you for the candy nonetheless

You, for one, were also quite red

Instead of being quiet, though, you just started talking despite your flustered state, leading him to stare at you without you noticing

He had always liked seeing you talk

Venti-

Knows exactly what it is— what can he say, he’s online a lot

“Ooh, is that one of those candy necklaces? Can I have a piece?”

“Yeah, go for it.”

Takes it by the string and nibbles a piece off, but doesn’t pull away from you before leaving a quick peck on your neck and blowing air into your ear

“Ah- Venti!”

“Ehe~ Thanks for the candy!”

Heizou-

He’s a detective, he’s gonna notice it fast

“That’s a candy necklace, yes?”

“Mhm.”

Doesn’t even wait for you to ask if he can have any, he just goes in

Leaves the left side of your neck with the white string and a few small but quickly forming bruises

“Archons, you didn’t waste time there, did you?”

“You had planned that, didn’t you? You knew you’d see me and just wanted to be a show off, hm?”

“Either way, you fell for it.”

“How can I not when it’s you?”

You paused, heat creeping up your face. You had gotten progressively more flustered with your boyfriend before turning away, giving his shoulder a shove, which made him laugh at your state.

“Fine, you win”

Aether-

Gets very awkward about asking, summoning the courage for somewhere around an hour 

“Can I see your necklace?”

“Hm? Yeah, sure” You smiled, almost sending him into another panic

He’d dealt with countless terrifying situations with a stone-cold demeanor, but when it came to you, he was utterly defenseless

Takes the elastic between his fingers, biting a few pieces off and placing it gently back on your neck

He doesn’t pull away from you before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, though

“Thank you.”

“You’re so red, Ae.” He gave you a sheepish smile, something that made your face about as red as his.

Wanderer-

Notices it quickly, just doesn't say anything

He's not a child, he doesn't need candy

It would be nice, though... especially coming from you

Thinks about asking a lot, never does—his gaze lingers, though

Internally kicks himself for it

"Kuni?"

That boy whips around so fast the moment his name falls from your lips

Looks like a lost puppy almost, at your side in an instant, yet quickly resumes his faked indifferent demeanor

"What do you want?"

"I was going to ask what you wanted. Is this what you've been looking at so much?" You asked, fidgeting with a piece on the string

"What do you mean? I look at you all the time."

"You do?"

Fuck. Well, he's just dug himself into a hole with this one.

Tries to play it off, fails miserably.

You offer him the candy anyway, with some teasing, and he takes it silently, a barely noticeable tinge of pink veiling his cheeks before he turns away, tilting his hat down to cover his now burning face as his hand slips into yours.

[moonstruckme]

Hi! My inbox is being evil again (it's trying to keep us apart!) and temporarily deleting the exact requests I want to find, so here's a copy+paste of the request I got and thank you so much anon :)

could you do a james x fem!reader where he helps her through a particularly bad panic attack and then just cuddles her and grounds her again? i get them all the time and the thought of the comfort just makes me feel better :,)

cw: modern au, panic attack

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 730 words

James knows it’d be no help to tell you how scared these attacks make him, but they do make him very scared. He imagines it’s not too different from your reasoning right now; he knows, ultimately, that you’ll be alright, but the thought doesn’t provide as much comfort as it should when he’s watching you with your breaths coming quick and short and your nails digging into your own palm like you can hurt yourself worse on the surface that whatever’s doing this to you. 

He starts there. Takes your hand and uncurls your fingers, threading them through his. 

“You’re okay,” he tells you, sitting on the coffee table with his knees touching yours. He shuts the computer on your lap, easing it out of your grip to move it away. “Take a breath, sweetheart.” 

If you can still hear him you show no sign of it. A tear forms in the corner of your eye, falling when you blink. He can feel your heartbeat jumping where the base of his palm rests over your wrist. 

“Can I give you a hug?” 

There, a slight nod. James curls towards you eagerly, if a bit awkwardly, his knees on either side of your thighs and sitting a bit taller than you while he rubs your back. He makes big, sweeping circles, hoping to lull you with the slow pattern. Tears slug down your cheeks in curved lines, his shirt collecting their damp masses. 

“It’ll pass, angel. It always does, yeah? I know it feels like it’s not going to get better, but it will. You’re doing so good. So, so good, my love.” 

Your breath wheezes slightly on the way in, evidence of your diligent efforts, and when it comes out a low, pained sound comes with it. James feels it deep in his throat. He increases his pressure on your back. 

“Is this okay?” he worries, then feels shitty. You’re hardly up for questioning right now. He tries to sound certain. “Focus on my hand, angel. You’re okay, I’ve got you. Take a big breath for me.” 

He feels you try, your little sob when it doesn’t go as deep as either of you want. 

“I can’t—” 

“You can, it’s alright. You’re already doing so much better, see? It’s going away.” 

This one is worse than some of the others James has sat through with you. It seems to take ages for your breathing to slow down, and a while after that until he feels your heart find a somewhat normal rhythm under his palm. 

He knows you’re with him, more present, when you move your legs to give him easier access to you. James adjusts eagerly, giving you a proper hug. Your crying is less stilted now. He never thought he’d be so relieved to hear you sniffle and weep on his shoulder. 

“There you are,” he sighs, holding you tight. “You did it, sweetheart.” 

“James,” you whimper. 

“I know, but you’re okay. Keep breathing nice and deep,” he reminds you, worried another one will start up. “You made it. Now all you have to do is take it easy for a while.” 

“Thank you.” Your voice is a soft, small thing. It encourages James back from you, though only far enough to see your face. One tear hangs from your bottom lashes like a dewdrop from a petal. When he kisses beneath your eye it transfers to his skin. 

“No thanks necessary.” He kisses you on your other cheek, just to make it even. “You did all the hard work yourself.” 

“Still,” you say, a bit wobbly, “thanks.” 

James frowns. He allows himself to stop rubbing that same endless circle on your back, brushes a piece of hair away from your face. “Anytime,” he tells you sincerely. 

The worst of your crying seems over, but the look you give him suggests you might start again. James likes to think of himself as a man unafraid of tears and strong emotions; he’ll let you cry all night if that’s what you need. Still, he’d prefer to avoid it. 

“How do you feel?” he asks quickly. “Do you want some water? We could go for a walk, it might help to be outside.” 

You don’t want to do either of those, but you do consent to another hug. Which, really, is a better outcome than he’d dared to hope for. 

[leveloneandup]

Press returns to Angel City training

The star forward joined team training for the first time in two years.

THOUSAND OAKS, Calif. — The rehabilitation process has not been easy for Angel City forward Christen Press. She tore her right anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) against Racing Louisville on June 11, 2022, and underwent four surgeries.

Now, two years later, on the same day, Press returned to Angel City team training.

Press participated in warm-ups and a passing drill. Although she had trained individually and been around the team for months, she had not gone through drills with the rest of the group until Tuesday.

“I always thought I would be on the quickest timeline possible,” Press told reporters. “I always had some big milestone in my head that I just was sure I was going to make. That’s part of who I am. I’m just relentlessly optimistic. I’m naively positive, thinking that everything’s gonna work out for me. I never want that to change.

I kind of got off course of all of those timelines so many times that I finally had to relinquish that expectation of myself. To be back in my team training, which is a small milestone, but one that you [the media] are all here for, it feels like a full circle kind of moment. It feels a little poetic to hit it on the day precisely.”

Tuesday’s return was a significant step forward for the two-time World Cup winner. However, her return to matches may not be soon.

“It’s going to be a little while before you see me in a game, so be patient,” Press said.

In the meantime, Press will continue the rehabilitation process. Her plan involves individual drills and work in team training.

“[Press] has a detailed plan that she is fully bought into moving forward with, which is exciting,” Tweed said. “There will be different days in terms of loading and what she is doing. But she is doing things daily in an individual space, so when she comes back into the team training, she is prepared for everything that’s coming her way.”

To be able to get her in pieces with the team is huge, but to continue moving forward with her individual trading is also huge.”

Despite the lengthy (and ongoing) comeback, Press feels she has healed herself while being a part of Angel City. She built a community in Los Angeles and feels settled for the first time in her life.

“I bought a house,” Press said. “I have a home here, and it feels permanent. That is very different. In that, I have been able to build a community that I feel very cared for in and that has helped me heal.”

Press is excited about her eventual return to matches but also understands the importance of patience.

“No matter how zen I seem when I talk about it, you can’t help having your mind race towards the excitement of, if I check all these boxes and I make it on the fastest timeline, then I could make this game,” Press said. “You can’t help but do that.

“I try to embrace that excitement and not squander it, but then also temper it with the balance and the reality that this is not in my control and patience has been my best friend for the last 730 days and more.”

Press will stay the course. Tuesday’s participation in team training was a step closer to her comeback.

Source: The Sporting Tribune