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[mverickz]

[ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver ( nathan + yulin )

non-verbal angst prompts ♡ aceitando !

que nathaniel conseguia a tirar do sério facilmente não era uma novidade, só que agora a situação havia ficado complicada demais. o que começou com algumas implicâncias costumeiras e os dois se provocando aqui e ali, terminou com eles gritando dentro do vestiário. yulin sentia seu corpo ferver tamanha a raiva que sentia naquele momento, ela tentava se manter séria e apenas o respondia, até porque não queria perder a sua razão (se é que ela a tinha), só que ainda escutava a voz do coreano e isso era o suficiente para a fazer perder a linha.

━━ a sua vida é tão miserável assim, nathaniel? ━━ perguntou, bufando enquanto passava a mão por seus fios. ━━ tanto ao ponto de você precisar tentar se sentir melhor vindo até aqui encher o meu saco até eu ficar completamente maluca? ━━ se aproximou do rapaz, a chinesa não era violenta e nem louca de achar que teria alguma força para fazer algo com o garoto, só que seu corpo se moveu impulsivamente para o empurrar contra a parede. ━━ o que você quer? quer tentar me expulsar me irritando até o ponto em que eu te mato? ━━ ela grunhiu. ━━ você realmente é o maior imbecil que eu já conheci. espero que você continue se sentindo um merda. se você queria descontar alguma coisa escolheu a pessoa errada. ━━ a garota revirou os olhos, se virando para que pudesse ir embora. não se importava se o coreano ainda queria falar alguma coisa, no fim das contas ela realmente não podia passar dos limites e precisava sair dali. o motivo dos dois acabarem se odiando tanto atualmente mal fazia sentido. era como se eles simplesmente não pudessem funcionar juntos, polos totalmente opostos. ou melhor, talvez fossem muito parecidos e por isso se repelissem. andou para o mais longe possível, se jogando em um banco e cobrindo seu rosto com as mãos, tentando se acalmar e evitando derramar uma lágrima sequer. talvez ela tenha passado dos limites, sabia que muito do que ela disse não queria realmente falar daquela forma. só que como poderia se desculpar? estava fora de cogitação.

em pouco tempo algo passou pela sua mente, foi até sua bolsa e procurou qualquer caneta que pudesse usar. sempre que algo a tirava do sério, ela sabia que tinha uma pessoa que podia a acalmar mesmo com poucas palavras. "ei, tá aí? queria conversar. o assunto pode ser qualquer coisa idiota. o que acha?" escrevia com certa pressa em seu braço, evitava entrar em detalhes demais sobre o que acontecia consigo, talvez por seu próprio receio de se deixar se apegar a alguém. só que no fim das contas aquele era seu soulmate, quem sabe esse destino também fazia com que eles se entendessem tão bem.

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@devotiicn — mesmo se o acesso ao nightclub não fosse controlado, mesmo se saint não tivesse pessoas para lhe informar sobre o fluxo de entrada e saída do estabelecimento, pessoas preparadas e muito bem-pagas para lhe alertar de qualquer ínfimo movimento suspeito ou especial — mesmo assim, seria fácil identificá-los na multidão. poderiam ser apenas homens de negócios em busca de algum relaxamento após um longo dia de trabalho; quiçá ate mesmo buscando receber clientes e fechar negócios em um ambiente com um entretenimento... diferenciado, que elevasse seus ânimos e lhes deixasse um tanto mais influenciáveis. no entanto, saint estava naquele ramo há tempo demais (quase desde o útero, para ser específico) para não reconhecer imediatamente que tipo de pessoas eles realmente eram. e por que estavam ali.

e, naquela noite, era ele quem estaria na mesa de negócios.

ainda esperou caspian murmurar a confirmação em seu ouvido para enfim ir recebê-los, com seu mais amplo sorriso no rosto, seu melhor perfume e uma camisa preta com alguns botões abertos. as mangas longas cobriam a tatuagem que marcava sua identidade, mas saint compensava com uma pulseira de ouro ao estilo ouroboros no mesmo braço. fosse para aliados, interessados ou inimigos, o homem preferia ter uma forma de sinalizar exatamente quem era, caso necessário.

e saint era muitas coisas, mas não um negociante. seu trato com pessoas um tanto quanto... indelicado para o cargo, ouvira dizer. ainda assim, volta e meia seu irmão decidia que o queria por perto para alguma rodada de negociações, sobretudo quando os estabelecimentos que ele gerenciava estariam diretamente envolvidos. naquela noite, porém, sabia que p'krist tinha um outro motivo para demandar sua presença: a oferta dos potenciais fornecedores era muito boa. boa demais para não erguer ao menos um pouco de suspeita, para não requerer ao menos um pouco de cautela. naturalmente, seu phi precisava de uma mão firme a seu lado. no fim do dia, eles sempre seriam a coisa mais próxima que o outro teria de alguém em quem confiar.

o que o levava ali.

saint cumprimentou-os com uma pergunta, desnecessariamente buscando a confirmação de sua identidade apenas pela liturgia de receber um convidado novo. o sorriso permanecia em seu rosto enquanto ele absorvia as feições de cada pessoa da comitiva. os olhos detiveram-se no homem no centro por alguns momentos. imaginava que havia de ser ele, afinal, o contato de seu pai; a peça-chave naquela negociação. se era assim, seria bom começar a estudá-lo. mesmo assim, não era exatamente um grande esforço fazê-lo. a bem da verdade, saint não podia deixar de pensar que seria feliz de apreciar aquela visão por uns bons minutos, apenas para deleite próprio.

"e você deve ser... logan, estou correto?" perguntou enquanto lhe estendia a mão para um aperto. pelo menos daquela vez, sim, a confirmação se fazia necessária. "e eu sou o saint. que prazer conhecê-los! que felicidade tê-los aqui." repetiu com cada um do grupo o cumprimento caloroso, não tão britânico — tampouco muito saksit. ele apenas fazia questão de ser charmoso quando era de seu interesse. como ocasiões como aquela. "perdoem meu irmão que ele está atrasado," aquele canalha, "mas deve chegar em alguns minutos. enquanto isso, por que não entram e se acomodam em uma de nossas salas privativas? podem pedir o que desejarem do cardápio que é por conta da casa hoje," com um aceno de sua mão, indicou o bar. ainda assim, supunha que todo mundo ali sabia que o cardápio que receberiam era um tanto mais extenso, com itens que não haviam de ser tão expostos publicamente. "e, caso queiram uma companhia, uma massagem, ou queiram assistir um show particular enquanto conversamos...," outro aceno, daquela vez na direção de algumas das mulheres de vestes escassas que se moviam contra barras prateadas, "temos vários talentos que vão ficar felizes de oferecer o melhor entretenimento que vocês poderiam ter. acreditem em mim! oh, claro... se nossas mulheres não forem de seu agrado... bem, podemos sempre encontrar alternativas para todos os gostos," enquanto saint deixava a sugestão pairar no ar, deixou sua mirada pairar outra vez sobre logan, contendo o ímpeto de olhá-lo de cima a baixo. já estava sendo indiscreto demais. por ora, não ousaria ir além de observar sua reação.

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[librababe99]

Moments Between Time: Part One

CW: angst, hurt, dystopian, Mutant!Reader, mental anguish, existential despair, suggestive emotional and physical intimacy

Word Count: 2436

A/N: Hey loves! So I' m back with the first part of this new series featuring DOFP! Logan---Definitely one of my favorite x-men films that I went to see in theaters a few years back. I really hope y'all enjoy it--As always comments and feedback are highly appreciated! - Libra * .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

(Part Two)

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The world had become a graveyard of memories, littered with the remnants of a civilization that once thrived. The skies, once a brilliant blue, were now a perpetually overcast gray, the sun a distant and pale shadow of its former self. Buildings stood as crumbling sentinels, their facades scorched and broken by years of unrelenting warfare. The air was thick with ash and the scent of burning, a constant reminder of the lives that had been lost and the battles yet to be fought.

The war had waged for years, perhaps decades—time had lost its meaning in the endless cycle of violence and survival. The Sentinels, monstrous machines designed to hunt and exterminate mutants, had decimated the population. Humanity, too, had been nearly eradicated in the crossfire, caught between the relentless advance of the Sentinels and the desperate resistance of the mutants. Those who remained were either in hiding or dead. The world was a barren wasteland, devoid of hope and teetering on the edge of oblivion.

You stood on the precipice of what was once a thriving city, now reduced to ruins. The wind howled through the skeletal remains of skyscrapers, carrying with it the echoes of a world that no longer existed. Your heart was heavy with the weight of all you had seen, all you had lost. But you were still standing, still fighting. You had no other choice.

Your powers had been both a blessing and a curse in this war. The ability to manipulate time was a formidable weapon, allowing you to slow it, speed it up, or even rewind it in brief bursts. But every use took a toll, draining your energy, leaving you weaker with each passing day. It was a power that came with a price—a price you had paid over and over again, watching friends and allies fall only to rewind their deaths, knowing that it would only delay the inevitable.

And yet, despite everything, you had survived. You were one of the last remaining members of the X-Men, a shadow of the team that had once stood as a beacon of hope in a world that feared and hated them. But hope was a luxury none of you could afford anymore. Survival was all that mattered, and even that seemed like a losing battle.

Beside you, Logan Howlett—Wolverine—surveyed the desolate landscape with a grim expression. His once fierce eyes were hardened by the years of combat, yet there was a depth of sorrow in them that matched your own. His presence was a constant, a rock in the storm that raged around you both. You had fought together through countless battles, each one more desperate than the last, and had watched the world crumble piece by piece.

Logan’s wounds healed quickly, his regenerative abilities keeping him alive when others would have perished. But even he was not immune to the emotional toll of this endless war. The loss of friends, of family, of a future worth fighting for—it all weighed heavily on him, carving deep lines into his face, turning his hair to gray.

For years, you and Logan had been comrades in arms, partners on the battlefield. But there was more between you than just the bond forged in blood and fire. There was something unspoken, a connection that ran deeper than either of you dared to acknowledge. It was a thread that had woven itself through the fabric of your shared experiences, pulling you closer even as the world around you fell apart.

The quiet moments between skirmishes had become precious, stolen time where the chaos of the world seemed to fade, if only for a brief while. It was in those moments that you would catch Logan’s gaze, his eyes searching yours as if seeking solace in the only place it could be found. There were times when your hands would brush, a fleeting touch that sent a spark through your entire being, a reminder that you were still alive, still capable of feeling something other than pain and despair.

But there was no room for love in a world like this. No room for the vulnerability that came with it. To love was to risk losing everything, and neither of you could afford that. So, you kept your feelings buried deep, hidden beneath layers of resolve and determination. There were more pressing matters at hand—survival, resistance, the slim chance of victory.

As the days passed and the future grew increasingly bleak, a plan began to take shape among the remaining X-Men. It was a desperate, last-ditch effort to change the course of history, to prevent the events that had led to this catastrophic timeline. The idea was to send someone back in time, to a point before the Sentinels were created, before the war had begun. It was a long shot, but it was the only chance you had left.

The choice of who to send was obvious. Logan was the only one who could survive the journey. His healing factor would protect him from the physical strain, and his mind was strong enough to endure the temporal displacement. But even with his abilities, the mission was fraught with danger. If it failed, if something went wrong, there would be no coming back.

Your role in the plan was just as crucial. Your powers would be used to anchor Logan’s consciousness in the past, to guide him and keep him connected to the present. It was a task that required immense concentration and would drain you of almost all your energy. You knew the risks, knew that there was a very real possibility that you wouldn’t survive the attempt. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was giving Logan a chance to succeed, to change the future, to save the world.

The night before the mission, you found yourself unable to sleep. The weight of what was to come pressed down on you, a heavy burden that you carried alone. You had always been strong, resilient, but the thought of what lay ahead filled you with a sense of dread that you couldn’t shake.

You sat alone in the darkness, the cold air seeping into your bones, your thoughts a tangled mess of fear and determination. The reality of the situation was sinking in—this could be the last night you ever spent in this world. The last night you would see Logan, hear his voice, feel his presence beside you.

The sound of footsteps drew you from your thoughts, and you looked up to see Logan approaching. His face was set in a somber expression, the lines of worry etched deep into his features. He said nothing as he sat down beside you, the silence between you heavy with the weight of all that was left unsaid.

For a long while, neither of you spoke. There was nothing that needed to be said, no words that could capture the magnitude of what was about to happen. But the silence wasn’t empty—it was filled with the unspoken emotions that had been building between you for years. The tension that had simmered beneath the surface, always there but never acknowledged, was now impossible to ignore.

Finally, it was Logan who broke the silence. His voice was rough, low, like gravel underfoot. “Tomorrow’s gonna be hell,” he muttered, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the first light of dawn was just beginning to break.

You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. “Yeah. It is.”

He turned to look at you then, his gaze intense, searching. “You ready for this?”

You met his eyes, seeing the concern there, the fear that he was trying so hard to hide. You managed a small, sad smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Logan’s hand reached out, hesitating for just a moment before he rested it on yours. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the cold that surrounded you, a lifeline in the darkness. You looked down at your joined hands, your heart pounding in your chest.

“This could be it,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “If things go wrong… I just… I don’t want you to—”

You shook your head, cutting him off before he could finish. “Don’t,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “Don’t say it. We can’t afford to think like that.”

But even as you said the words, you knew it was too late. The reality of the situation hung between you like a shadow, impossible to ignore. Logan squeezed your hand, the pressure grounding you, pulling you back from the edge of despair.

“You’re strong,” he said, his voice steady, reassuring. “Stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. You’ll get through this. You have to.”

The intensity of his gaze, the way he looked at you as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered, took your breath away. For a moment, you felt like the world had stopped, that there was nothing but the two of you in that cold, desolate night.

Without thinking, you reached up and cupped his face in your hand, your thumb brushing lightly over the rough stubble on his cheek. “And you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “You have to come back. You have to make it right.”

Logan’s eyes softened, the hardness in them giving way to something deeper, more vulnerable. “I’ll do whatever it takes,” he vowed, his voice fierce, filled with a determination that sent a shiver down your spine. “I swear, I’ll make it right.”

The moment hung between you, heavy and charged, the tension that had been building for years finally coming to a head. It was as if all the barriers you had both put up, all the walls you had built around your hearts, were crumbling in the face of what was to come.

Before you could second-guess yourself, before the fear could take hold, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was fierce, desperate, a collision of pent-up emotions that neither of you could contain any longer. Logan responded immediately, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as if he could merge your bodies, your souls, into one.

There was no room for hesitation, no time for doubt. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more intense, as if you were both trying to pour everything you felt into this one moment. It was a kiss born of desperation, of the fear that this might be your last chance to feel something real, something good, before the darkness swallowed you whole.

Logan’s other hand slid to your waist, pulling you into his lap as he kissed you with a fervor that left you breathless. You could feel the raw power in him, the barely-contained rage and pain that he carried with him every day, and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to take it all away, to make him feel something other than the constant ache of loss and regret.

The world around you seemed to fade into nothingness, leaving only the two of you, wrapped up in each other, clinging to this one moment of passion and vulnerability. It was as if time itself had stopped, holding you in a suspended reality where nothing else mattered.

But time, as always, was cruel. The kiss slowed, the intensity gradually ebbing away, leaving behind a bittersweet longing that settled deep in your chest. You pulled back slightly, your forehead resting against his, your breaths mingling in the cold air.

“Logan,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of all the things you couldn’t bring yourself to say.

He opened his eyes, and the raw emotion you saw there nearly brought you to your knees. There was so much in his gaze—love, fear, desperation, hope. It was almost too much to bear.

“Whatever happens tomorrow,” you said, your voice barely audible, “I need you to know… I—”

But before you could finish, Logan captured your lips again, silencing you with a kiss that was somehow even more tender, more meaningful than the last. It was a kiss that spoke of promises unmade, of words left unsaid, of a future that might never come.

When he finally pulled back, his hand still cradling your face, his expression was one of fierce determination. “You don’t have to say it,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “I know. I’ve always known.”

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away, nodding as you leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his hand on your skin. The dawn was fast approaching, the light slowly creeping over the horizon, casting long shadows over the ruined city.

The reality of what was to come settled over you both like a dark cloud, but in this moment, with Logan’s arms around you, you felt a sense of peace that had eluded you for so long. You knew that this could be the last time you ever saw him, the last time you felt his touch, his kiss. But you also knew that if anyone could change the future, it was Logan.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced the gloom, you pulled back, reluctantly breaking the embrace. Logan’s eyes searched yours, and you could see the same mixture of hope and fear reflected in them.

“It’s time,” you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil in your heart.

Logan nodded, his expression hardening as he prepared himself for what lay ahead. But before he could step away, you reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Promise me,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of the words. “Promise me you’ll come back.”

Logan’s eyes softened, and for a moment, the hardness in his expression melted away, replaced by something tender, something achingly vulnerable. He squeezed your hand in return, his grip strong and reassuring.

“I promise,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’ll come back. I’ll find you.”

With one last lingering look, Logan turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the shadows as he prepared to embark on the most dangerous mission of his life.

And as you watched him go, your heart heavy with a mixture of fear and hope, you whispered a silent prayer to whatever gods might still be listening, begging them to bring him back to you.

Because in this world of darkness and despair, Logan was your only light, your only hope.

And you weren’t ready to let that go.

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[kissofhoon]

THE WAY I LOVED YOU !

(づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ ⠀ ── ⠀𝗢𝗥 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝘆͟𝗼͟𝘂

𝙜𝖾͟𝗇͟𝗋͟𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝒘𝗈͟𝗋͟𝖽 𝒄𝗈͟𝗎͟𝗇͟𝗍 𝟣𝟣𝟧𝟩 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝒘𝖺͟𝗋͟𝗇͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝗀͟𝗌. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿-𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝒏𝗈͟𝗍͟𝖾͟𝗌. 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺! ( 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒 )

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𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 loves you as if you were a goddess. he worships the ground you walk on, worships you in complete totality. every waking thought and every thought before he goes to sleep is just you. you, you, YOU. everywhere he goes, he’s reminded of you. if the boys mention something you like, he’ll bring you up and shift the conversation topic to YOU just so he gush about you. he’ll even bring you up randomly in conversation, which does annoy the members a bit but he’s just sooooo in love that it makes them laugh. i swear this man’s personality revolves around you like… partially because you like to baby him, and he likes it too! whenever he’s out with the boys, he’ll see something and go “yn would like this” and then he’ll buy it and give it to you, or he’ll take a picture of it and send it to you and go “this reminded me of you :D should i buy it?” and if you say no, he’ll buy it anyway. HE JUST CAN’T HELP IT!!!! you have so many knick-knacks that he bought, you don’t know where to put it anymore. so he buys you a shelf specifically for his things and builds it just for you! he does a lot of things for you because a pretty person like you shouldn’t have to lift a finger, and as your boyfriend he has to serve you.

𝗝𝗔𝗬 loves you the same way noah loves allie in the notebook. he’ll do anything for you, including building a house from the ground up. though, whenever you have your little disagreements and discourses, he doesn’t turn to kissing and making up. he instead allows you to cool off, cooking up your favorite meal as an apology before the two of you talk it out when you’re feeling levelheaded. he’s big on gift giving too, always buying things you mention whenever you’re together and gifting it to you a few days after you’ve mentioned it. you never grow used to it since you always feel bad he’s spending so much money on you, but that’s okay to him. he loves seeing the look on your face after he’s surprised you time and time again.

𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘 loves you the same way a little schoolboy loves a girl on the school playground; he follows you around like a lost puppy whenever you go out together, giggles whenever you show him any affection, sulks when you don’t pay attention to him. he’s just absolutely smitten about you. and he’s not afraid to show you off either. he constantly brags about how amazing his partner is, and how anything they do is pure art, and how pretty they are, practically just gushing over you to the point the boys tease him for how head over heels he is. but the moment you show him off, he gets all shy and lets out the cutest giggles known to man. he never stops smiling or giggling when you’re around, and it warms your heart knowing you landed the bestest boy possible.

𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 loves you protectively and instinctively. he can be a jealous man, but not to the point where it’s suffocating. he won’t dictate what you wear or who you hang out with or what you do, but he does have to know where you are in case of an emergency. you both share locations, and constantly text each other when you’re both out, so if you ever forget to update him, it throws him for a loop and he grows worried. sometimes he’ll spam you, but only to see if you’re okay. sometimes it leads to the both of you bumping heads, but he means well. he always does! whenever you’re out in public, he’ll hold you by the waist and glares at anyone that dares to lay their eyes on you. his cold demeanor towards strangers drive them away from you, which is his goal. and if people approach you when he’s not around, and it’s clear they’re making you uncomfortable, he’ll come up behind you and stare them down. he’s like your personal guard, but behind closed doors, he’s the biggest softie, constantly being coddled by you.

𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 loves you the same way best friends love each other. you were best friends before you started dating, and still remain each other’s best friends to this day. he’ll invite you over for sleepovers, you two get to gossip while he does your skincare and you do his nails, you even play fight over the remote before he shrieks and makes you give up the remote so he can put on his favorite show. sometimes the boys get confused because they have never once seen you display any sort of romantic affection, but that’s not what relationships solely are about. you guys show your affection in different ways, whether it’s small random gifts from time to time, the sleepovers you have, or the fun dates you guys go on. he doesn’t forget to tell how much he loves you whenever you guys spend your time together, just in case you had your doubts. because he does love you, and he’ll let you know every time after he presses the softest kiss to your lips or forehead.

𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 loves you the same way cats love each other. sometimes he’ll be overly affectionate when it’s just the two of you, letting you rest on him when you’re exhausted from your date, his hand delicately rubbing your back in comfort. he won’t change the position the both of you are in, opting to hug you close as if you were to leave him. sometimes, when you two are hanging with his friends or yours, he’ll link pinkies with you and never leave your side, following you anywhere and everywhere. on days where you’re not feeling so fantastic, he’ll take care of you — from feeding you, to helping you bathe, asking if you’re comfortable with him doing so. he’s so gentle with you, as if you’re a gem that he’s afraid may fall and break. he does everything to make sure you’re content and satisfied, but it’s not that hard since you’re always happy when he’s around.

𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 loves you in a playful manner — constantly teasing you relentlessly, pulling pranks when you don’t expect it, calling you names like booger and stink instead names like babe or sweetheart. you always return his energy, making fun of his height and laughing at old snack combinations, but at times it can be a little.. too much, and he notices that it doesn’t make you as happy as it makes him, so he dials it back. he’ll call you cute pet names from time to time, compliment you whenever you do something he finds cute or whenever you looking your best (or your worst, but he will poke fun whenever you look like you went to hell and back), sometimes under his breath when he thinks you can’t hear him, but you do and it brings a smile to your face.

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[yawujin]

waiiit that erogenous zone ahoge poll oh my god i used to eat thAT UP AMEN ‼️🙏 buuuuut speaking of. i'd ask for ahoge hc of allies n axis but iirc only NA bros and ITA bros have it lol. my req would be if their s/o played with their erogenous zone ahoges? :3

OMG SAME back when i was new to the fandom i always read those and they gave me a good laugh. if we're talking about the allies, i remember china having a small curl on his ponytail in the early seasons but i suppose i won't write it 💁🏾‍♀️ anyways....here you go !!

{ request } hetalia men react to having their hair pulled˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

type • light hearted , short read , we're bringing back erogenous zone ahoge hetalia fics 🗣 , they/them pronouns used , the ita bros are embarrassed but it's cute

america/alfred f. jones ♡

america will be rambling to his partner about something and they'll just be listening like 'oh yeah' , 'go on' , and nodding along with what he's saying. as he continues, they begin playing with his hair. they push his hair back, his ahoge getting caught in between their fingers. america lets out a YELP, similar to that of a startled dog's. they ask if he's okay, to which he simply replies: yeah. he liked it. he really liked it. america asks them to continue, keeping his cool now that he knows what to expect.

canada/matthieu williams ♡

him and his partner will be cudding, with him as the little spoon this time. he asks politely if they can play with his hair for a bit─how could they say no? ☺️ they run their fingers through the strands of his hair nice and slow, eventually moving up to the front of his head...where his curl is. they continue stroking his hair, not knowing what touching that curl does to him. canada tries not react, otherwise it might make them want to stop. the only reaction he has to it is him holding onto his partner just a little tighter.

n. italy/feliciano vargas ♡

italy will be looking through an old photo album, his partner sat right next to him. after a while, they'll begin touching his hair, commenting on how soft it is. "oh! thank yo-" his voice trails off into a low whimper. italy quickly catches himself, closing his mouth before his partner can notice. he's kind of embarrassed about feeling like that whenever someone touches his curl.

s. italy/lovino vargas ♡

if his partner plays with his hair and their fingers end up brushing against his curl, he'll look fine externally but he is losing it internally. he hates that having his hair, his CURL played with turns him on so easily. he'll wait for some time to pass before he asks them if they want to do something, so there will be no way his partner can suspect that his hair, of all places, turns him on.

[childofapollo888]

aphrodite devotional post ♡

thank you, foam-born aphrodite, for the beauty you have blessed me with .

thank you, war-like aphrodite, for protecting me from the nasty looks & snarky remarks .

thank you, ally aphrodite, for blessing me with my wonderful partner .

all photos from pinterest

[soapoet]

How do they express jealousy?

requested by anon.

like & rb if it resonates ♡

01.

Shufflemancy: Gives you hell by All-American rejects

You might not expect this person to be as vulnerable and sensitive as they are. They appear very sure of themselves, may even have quite an intimidating presence, and don't let their emotions show externally. Until they are behind closed doors with their trusted allies, that is. When it is safe for them to break, they collapse. Jealousy is a feeling they are well acquainted with, and theirs is a battle between life and death. They hold trust and loyalty in high regard, and any slight against it done on purpose is met with an instantaneous crumbling of the tower where they keep and guard their beloved. They grow suspicious and anxious, and can delude themselves in finding enemies everywhere.

They grow resentful and begin a horrid cycle festering resentment and desperation to not lose their partner. They love you, they hate you, they deserve better, they deserve to suffer. And so it goes, round and round, and the wound is one only time can heal, but the scar will mark them forever. They can forgive, but never forget. Even if disaster is avoided and things go back to normal, the betrayal will forever haunt them and any future hiccup will make them suspicious or immediately be brought back to the past, and they will succumb to the fear of abandonment once more.

Without purposeful attempts to make them jealous, they are still akin a wolf guarding their territory. They keep a watchful eye for any potential threats and hold their partner extra close or go out of their way to showcase their commitment to their partner and their partner's commitment to them, often whilst staring threats dead in the eyes as an intimidation tactic and a way to silently yell "back off". I would sincerely advise everyone to never play games with their partners, but especially this one, as they've known the pain of neglect and betrayal closely throughout their life, and have unhealed wounds all across their aching heart and the damage you could do would never again heal and the commitment would bleed out to its inevitable end without mercy.

02.

Shufflemancy: Lost on you by LP

This person has a rather straightforward relationship with jealousy. Though they do not easily fall prey to it, if caught, they tend to spiral into a desperate act of self-improvement. Convinced that their tinge of jealousy is evidence of lack in them, they raise the standards they hold for themselves to even greater heights. Tunnel vision keeps them from seeing anything clearly and they hyper focus on their attempts to measure up to the perceived bar suddenly raised out of their reach. Because to them, jealousy so easily means they are not good enough, and as somebody already at war with perfection, they do not take it lightly.

Whether their jealousy is triggered on purpose or arise naturally, they instantly find themselves at a crossroads, and must choose which way to go. The strict duality of their mind in these situations keeps them from seeing the path which lies between the two, and they only debate between proving their worth or accepting defeat, wiping their tears as they take the road which strays from the one aligned with their partner.

They can appear quite cold when they simply choose to give up, as though the river of love suddenly runs dry and they decide that it, to them, is objectively the best to cut you or them loose when the two of you are hanging off a cliff and either one of you must let go. Even if they are upset they remain calm on the surface and do what they think is right. Behind them may lie many shipwrecks they abandoned when the leak appeared much too difficult to mend.

03.

Shufflemancy: Sinner by Trevi Moran

Oh boy. They will not openly admit to jealousy, but will meticulously eradicate any threat as though they're pest control. Few things get under their skin as they are at least outwardly very secure in their own self-worth and simply dish out stupid prizes to those who dare play stupid games. For some, however, I must say that they may actually hold themselves in this high regard and play the role of somebody big and strong as a ruse because they deeply fear the fall from their throne.

They could easily flip the script or rewrite it on the spot, altering the play in their favour. When slighted they quickly make sure the whole audience gets on their side and point and laugh at whoever triggered jealousy in them, now the villain of the tale they get to tell. Depending on how delicate the situation is they may instead move in the shadows and whisper in enough ears and shake enough hands to assure the eventual downfall and demise of whoever dared challenge them and their partnership.

I won't lie, for some of you I'd advise that you err on the side of caution because this can easily become toxic. They're very protective and may worship you and keep you safe from the wolves, but some can easily slip into maddening possessiveness, which is unhealthy. Their jealousy, although kept under lock and key, shows itself in a very cold, unaffected way which can be quite jarring to witness as their eyes feel hallow and suddenly speak to you as though you're a complete stranger. The worst of them may very well have angry outbursts when pushed too far and I hope you know you deserve better than that.

04.

Shufflemancy: Fred Astaire by Ghost the jukebox

This sure is somebody you may even feel outright compelled to attempt to make jealous, because they appear so unbothered and nonchalant as though they have no care in the world. And that is the truth of the matter, because from their perspective you are either commited to them, or you're not. They trust their partner to not play with them or allow any advances from others, and if that trust is broken then c'est la vie.

For some, this apparent lack of jealousy altogether can mean that they are open to non-monogamy, whether or not they themselves are interested in opening the relationship for their own sake. As an example, they could be open to their partner seeking fulfillment of needs they cannot tend to themselves. They are a good communicator and live by and follow whichever boundaries and rules have been set in their relationship and may be open to change should their partner have any suggestions. I wouldn't really fear unfaithfulness with this person solely due to how easy-going yet frank and honest they are.

If anything, instead of jealousy this person could quite literally suggest you chat somebody up, and their inquiries about other people some would be concerned about seem genuinely curious and are without malice or suspicion. They're trusting, though some of their loved ones may call them naive and wonder when the day will come that they get hurt as they don't quite understand this person's simple views. It's reminiscent of the time Aladdin said "do you trust me?" because to this person you or they either do or don't and that's that.

05.

Shufflemancy: Style by Taylor Swift

This person seems to have very little to worry about and seem sure in their own worth. So much so, in fact, that they may use jealousy as fuel for passion. They could feel excited and amused by jealousy as though it is a challenge for them demanding they rise to the occasion and prove just how worthy they are and claim their partner as theirs time and time again so that they may never stray.

They tread cautiously the fine line between playful and damaging, pushing the envelope in search of the sweet spot that triggers just enough anger to provide some friction. One need not worry much of their true intentions as there appears to be a permanent glint in their eyes full of lighthearted mischief as they simply desire for you as their partner to show them that desire earnestly, just the same as they do for you when you too decide to play little games to see the chemical reaction which follows.

It really does take outright betrayal for them to reach damaging levels of jealousy, at which point they don't go out quietly and make sure their feelings are known. Just to be sure the two of you are simply playing, they may inquire more candidly about the people around you or openly question their intentions, as though they are so very playful and appreciate the fun and games they are also a little territorial and need it known by all that the two of you are spoken for.

06.

Shufflemancy: Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo

Easily distraught, this person sinks fast and deep to the very bottom of the depths of agony when they feel jealous. They struggle with their worth and have an intense fear of abandonment which leads them down dark paths in their mind as they begin a search of how or why they do or do not deserve love and commitment. There in the depths of their undoing they easily come to find that rock bottom has a basement, which they crawl into to hide away in the assumption that what is theirs will be taken away and if what is theirs is going at their own accord they must then be flawed and wholly unworthy after all.

Their primary means of showing their jealousy is withdrawal, as they have trouble voicing these vulnerable feelings or may simply not know the right words to use to express themselves clearly. They may even fear that expressing jealousy will only make matters worse or invite retaliation of some kind, and thus say nothing at all, which invites resentment to fester.

Jealousy mortally wounds them, and I'd never encourage anybody to play games with people to begin with, but certainly not somebody so frail and fearful. This is somebody who would step in front of bullets for their loved ones, so any chance that those same people, and especially you, their partner, would in essence be the one to pull the trigger would truly destroy them.

[mverickz]

[ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words ( wang so + kazuko )

non-verbal angst prompts ♡ aceitando !

cada palavra parecia um corte sendo feito em seu corpo, machucava muito, de um jeito que kazuko mal conseguia compreender. ela também não entendia totalmente a complexidade do que existia entre ela e o rapaz, só que para alguém que tinha suas próprias dificuldades em interações sociais e com vínculos de modo geral era complicado engolir a forma como ele a tratava naquele momento.

━━ eu fiz algo pra você, wang so? ━━ perguntou, não conseguindo erguer seu olhar para o encarar, tentando controlar a vontade de chorar. ━━ não entendo... por que você me trata desse jeito? você sabe que isso vai me machucar, não sabe? ━━ ela apertava suas mãos uma a outra, sentindo seu coração palpitar com pressa anunciando sua ansiedade crescente. ━━ você devia parar de tentar me afastar de propósito. eu não vou sumir, wang so. ━━ finalmente criou coragem para o fitar. ━━ qual o problema...? por favor, me deixa ficar do seu lado dessa vez. você pode falar comigo sem precisar dizer coisas ruins para que eu chore e vá embora. ━━ passou a manga de sua roupa em seu rosto, limpando qualquer lágrima que tenha fugido. ━━ foi mal, mas eu sou teimosa e idiota e eu vou continuar aqui. ━━ falou, por fim. mesmo que kazuko não soubesse, já estava mais apegada do que gostaria ao homem. talvez por ele ser o único que a faz sentir todas aquelas coisas ao mesmo tempo, aquele nervosismo e frio no estômago, além da empolgação ao saber que iriam se encontrar. mesmo que ele a magoasse, a japonesa realmente era irritante demais para não o esquecer.

@allieland

[roxxiies]

hiii :3c i see that requests are open! so if you don’t mind, may i request hcs for ling, aamon, hayabusa (not sure if you have a character limit) with a tank reader that always has their backs / ready to sacrifice for them :D thank you in advance ♡!

it’s always support healers when it comes to fics and, as a carmilla main, the tanks need some love too ✊

— ☁️ anonnie

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

SFW, TANK!READER HEADCANONS (SEPARATE)

a.n.: hellow, ☁️ annonie ! me is glad you are back hihi and indeed, we must provide love for the tank mains 👆👆

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

Ling is fond of supports and it all makes sense that he is skeptical around tanks.

Thinking that he doesn't need them with how he dives in, secure kills, and escapes unharmed. Oh but when it comes to you? He's uncharacteristically impressed. No matter how he denies it.

He just likes how fast you manoeuvre your skills and how quick your responses are with his combos.

Then there, he would often follow you and respond quickly to your set-ups... and somehow he couldn't help but have a preference for players now.

Ling was surprised with himself, at first, that a tank user such as yourself could make the matches effortless and finally enjoyable for him. 

He'll find himself more competitive in matches when you’re on his team and he will no longer just play to win.

^ Now, he plays to impress you, to show that he’s not just some flashy assassin but an assassin that you'll be amazed at.

Something he does is when you pull off a big combo with your set-up and he responds right away, he'd glance your way, just to see if you noticed.

He tells himself that he needs to thank you at least but all you'll get is a satisfied huff and a pat on the back.

Ling's full of himself, you see, but he hopes you'll eventually understand just how much he appreciates having you as his partner on the battlefield.

𝐀𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍

Aamon, ever the battlefield tactician, will subtly direct your movements during a fight.

He doesn't judge you or belittle you; he only leads you, making sure that you two will always have the upper hand in battles.

During intense battles, he'd stick close to you, using his agility to dodge attacks from enemies who would try to overwhelm you.

Your role as a tank is immediately evident. Aamon, though reserved, gives you genuine praise for your performance.

He'd notice your willingness to take on significant damage and protect your teammates; he can't help but notice that you're selfless… and yet someone he can count on.

But when the battle turns unfavourable, Aamon guides you through a tactical retreat easily. 

Despite your imposing presence on the battlefield, your personality might be warm and approachable. It's a contrast to the duke's more reserved nature, but either way, this makes you a reliable and trustworthy ally who he deemed easy to get along with.

Your confidence in your skills, along with Aamon’s strategic demeanor, makes enemies wonder if they'd use their main heroes or what HAHAHA

In rare moments, Aamon might share a light-hearted joke about the battle. You'd be surprised, but your heart swells knowing you're this close to the duke.

𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐀

Hayabusa is a competitive man, and he will initially see you as a rival, someone who could potentially overshadow his own power.

But as you continue to fight side by side, he begins to see something different in you... a partner who can keep up with his relentless pace.

And when you start taking a step ahead of him, he’s captivated, thinking that your skill might just be the perfect complement to his own.

Though he’d never say it out loud, he’s secretly happy with how effortlessly you two can dominate the battlefield together.

Following the battle, Hayabusa would invite you to a traditional tea ceremony. It’s rare, one he reserves for only his closest allies, and something he now looks forward to.

Hayabusa swears that it’s your fault he’s so impressed—your skills have intrigued him to the point where he now offers convinces you to train together. He'd be pleased and happy when you taught him your techniques as well.

Back on the battlefield, he now has the habit of staying just out of sight, observing you among the battlefield from the shadows. You'd use it to your advantage and play aggressively because you know that Hayabusa is always nearby, ready to strike if things went south.

Your teammates are amazed—and perhaps a little intimidated—by your combined combos.

Together, you and Hayabusa have become unstoppable. A duo who can knock em out without those men realising what's even happening 👆

[the-milk-monarch]

hello hello! I really like your writing! can I request a Mal x autistic reader but all good if not. Have a nice day/night!

☣︎ omg yes I wanted to write sth similar but I felt like it'd be too self-serving lmao I hope you don't mind I added Mike in there as well

[𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚂/𝙾]

Summary: Mal pretends to be Mike but Reader picks up on it. After the reveal, Reader has to spent a cold night out with Mal as a challenge + dating headcanons.

☢︎ | Total Drama | 6k words | gender-neutral reader ♡ | Mal | Mike ⚠ | Mal being an ass, reader having a meltdown

[𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎]

Ever since you joined the Total Drama show, you knew you had to get an ally if you were to win.

Your social skills weren't the best, but you had your good problem solving skills to make up for that. At least you hoped so.

You were a little anxious while interacting with other contestants, hoping they wouldn't notice your a bit different approach to conversations.

But there was one boy who didn't seem to mind your awkwardness. On the contrary, he was a bit awkward as well, which filled you with adoration.

Mike was always so kind and respectful you never felt anxious around him, even with your quirky way of speaking.

Or the fact that you avoided eye contact while you spoke.

And when you cringed at yourself whenever you tripped on the flat ground, he didn't think of you any less, he was just worried whether you hurt yourself or not.

You could say you caught a small crush on Mike because of how comfortable you felt with him, but you knew he was interested in Zoey.

Although you were unsure about some small gestures received from him. "Was he just nice or is it his interest?" played in your head, although your mind told you to assume the worst and not hype yourself up.

That didn't stop you from simping from afar though.

What you loved the most about Mike was his willingness to listen to you ramble about your special interest.

You were really worried about being annoying around other people, knowing you might get a bit too excited the stuff you like and it'd be "inappropriate".

But Mike seemed to be into it, asking follow up questions and overall being engaged with you talking.

Your trust towards Mike was put to a test once you got a bit too overwhelmed in the middle of a challenge.

This particular day you seemed to have extra clumsy coordination which pissed you off a little, as it was important for you to win this time, given how strict the criteria for losing were this time.

"God, I have enough-" You desperately and a bit irritated announced while trying to tie a knot.

The challenge Chris McLean decided to do today was a scout obstacle course. Each person had to partner up with someone and do some scout activities, which included tying knots into various shapes shown on the picture.

The rope fell out of your hands for the 5th time while you were almost done with it and it made you forcibly exhale in irritation.

Mike had just finished his part of the activity and he noticed you had some troubles.

"Um, what is it?" He asked carefully, looking at your closed off body language.

"My hands don't listen to me and I can't tie these damn knots-" You tried not to make a scene, hating how much a simple, stupid task made you upset.

Your breathing got slightly heavier as you tried to suppress your rising emotions. You knew you had the right to express it, but not now. Not in front of Mike.

You took a step back from the ropes laying on the ground helplessly and given up, wanting to get some space from the irritating item.

Mike had noticed your change of attitude and immediately sensed you were losing it a bit.

"Hey, it's fine- I'll do your part." He suggested quickly, hoping to give some reassurance. "I-it's just ropes, right? We can still win!"

You felt a bit silly but you had no power to complete the task. You meekly nodded.

You stood there, just looking at his hard work until he finished.

"Okay, let's go!" Mike announced as he was done with your both parts.

At the end of the day, you and Mike managed to avoid elimination and after the challenge ended, you had some alone time to yourself.

Once you had a chance to be alone for a second, you quickly escaped the large crowd of people, wanting to get some space after such tiring situation.

You were chilling on a bench until you noticed a familiar face appearing on your radar.

Mike had managed to find you.

You quickly changed your way of cross legged sitting on a bench due to fear of being perceived as weird, even though you knew Mike probably wouldn't bat an eye on that.

You politely smiled as he approached you.

"Hey, there you are-" Mike reciprocated your smile a bit nervously.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I noticed you kind of- disappeared from the rest earlier, did something happen? Are you alright?" He asked with worry on his face which made you soften your expression. Did he really care about your wellbeing so much he came after you?

"No, no, you're not disturbing-" You said, halfly honest. You wanted some time alone for yourself, but you couldn't say you didn't appreciate him coming here.

He came up to the bench you were sitting on and sat beside you, keeping a respectful distance.

You didn't even notice when you started slightly bouncing your leg as you spoke.

To a keen eye (or even not so) it was clear that even though your face was calm, you had some bottled stress inside.

Mike was mindful enough to notice it, so he proceeded carefully.

"So- you're fine, just wanted to- chill out alone for a second?" Mike gently asked, looking at your face, even though your eyes avoided his.

"Yeah. You know, people overwhelm me a bit sometimes-" You admitted a bit bluntly.

"Oh, yeah, it's fine, I get what you mean-" He assured you with a smile. But then his smile faltered a little in worry.

"Wait, since you wanted to be alone, aren't I a bother?" He asked again, ready to stop bugging you in case it wasn't welcomed.

You softly smiled at his politeness.

"No, I said you're not a bother. I don't mind you being here, and- I like that you came here, actually." You admitted with a bit awkward and coy smile. You weren't used to speaking your mind freely like that, in case something came out wrong, but you concluded your response was acceptable.

Mike grinned bashfully as he remembered your previous words.

"Right, right, sorry heh." He scratched his neck as he showed a toothy grin.

"So..." He started after a few seconds.

"Tell me if I'm crossing any boundaries here, but I felt like there was some shift from you since that, um, knot situation." He carefully said. "...Are you- mad at me? Did I do something?"

You cringed internally at yourself.

"Oh, eh- no-" You quickly chimed in. "No, I'm sorry if I came off that way-"

"I just got a bit overwhelmed because I'm so clumsy- But I'm alright now." You assured him with a half smile while your leg continued to bounce. Until you noticed the movement and promptly stopped.

Mike had noticed all of your quirks but never commented on them.

"Hey, it's alright- I didn't mind helping you." He gave you a warm and a calm smile.

You waited a bit before thinking about saying something.

"I- I dunno if you know what a 'meltdown' is...?" You carefully started. You never explicitly stated you're autistic, nor you wanted people to treat you like a child whenever they found out, but you trusted Mike wouldn't do that.

Mike blinked once before tilting his head slightly.

"A meltdown... Uh..." He looked at the ground, trying to think about it.

You explained before he could say anything else, saving him from an awkward silence.

"It's an autism thing, I just kinda shut off for a moment there. I know it's not really useful in a competition." You bluntly admitted, waiting for his reaction.

Mike then seemed to get the idea "Oh, right! Yeah, yeah I know what is it." He nodded to emphasize.

"You- You don't have to worry about that! I know how it is to get overwhelmed sometimes-" He chuckled nervously.

"Just so you know, it doesn't change anything." He showed yet another reassuring smile which made the corners of your lips move up as well. "I'll help you whenever you need it!"

"...Thanks." You hoped the shine in your bashful eyes didn't expose your feelings too much.

["𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎"]

After several days on the island, you noticed something changed. Mike seemed off to you.

Others didn't seem to notice, but your eyes caught some discrepancies in the way Mike acted.

His whole demeanor changed in an uncanny way.

You were used to being very chatty around him due to his always reciprocative stance, but recently Mike started to seem annoyed.

Worries flared up immediately once you noticed he might get bored of your ramblings, so you decided to ask him about it.

"Hey, uh, Mike? Can I ask you a question?" You tried to casually introduce the topic.

"Hm? Yeah, sure. Go on." He answered with fake investment in his voice, smiling.

"Am I talking too much? You can tell me to stop if you got bored or something-" You awkwardly informed him, hoping you weren't a bother after all, waiting for the confirmation.

He stopped for a moment, showing an unsure but cheery smile.

"Oh, no, no- Of course I love listening to you- But I'm just a bit tired today, so maybe you could tone it down a little today?" He tried to be as gentle as ever while shutting you up.

He wasn't very disrespectful but it kind of hurt you. Even though you knew he had the full right to politely ask you to stop, you thought he enjoyed the discussions with you.

You tried once again a few times, but all you were met with was subtly seeping annoyance from his responses.

"Oh my, that's interesting- But tell me, do you have anything else to talk about?" He asked while smiling and pretending to be invested.

"Uh- yeah. If you want I can-"

"Cool. Then talk about something else." He abruptly cut you off.

So with time you slowly shut up with the ramblings, which Mike seemed to be happy about.

You couldn't believe he just changed like that, as if it wasn't him. But you also felt like you had any right to force him into listening to you.

The changes in his behavior didn't stop at that, as you also noticed some remarks coming his way, which you had trouble deciding whether it was sarcasm or not.

He also seemed to get a bit more demanding, not being as keen to help you with things now.

You didn't take Mike's kindness for granted of course, but you knew something changed.

You had a bad feeling.

Your logical thinking made you come up with theories on what happened.

You knew about Mike's D.I.D. and wondered if it was maybe someone else. But you also knew Mike's alters well enough to know it wasn't any of the ones you were acquainted with.

Only thing that stopped you from outright asking him about it was your common decency. It would be rude to just assume.

So you decided to test something.

You once again started your favorite topic, one that Mike had a lot of questions and discussion about while he still acted like himself.

"Hey, Mike, I recently thought about that one tv show we talked about recently and I forgot to tell you some trivia. Wanna listen to the facts about [character] or [character2]?" You asked with halfly casual tone, wanting to check his reaction. You mentioned Mike's favorite action movie, so you believed he would reply with some enthusiast about it.

"Wow- um- Yeah, [character2] sounds good." He responded with pretended interest but you caught some annoyance from him, "per usual".

"...I thought you didn't like [character2]?" You asked a tricky question. The character in question was his favorite one. At least Mike's favorite. You purposefully asked an untrue question.

"Eh- I mean- Hate-listening is a thing, right?" He tried to get out of the hole he fell in due to not listening previously to you. His attempts at trying to be casual were obvious to you now.

You stopped for a moment to look him briefly in the eyes.

"Actually, you mentioned [character2] being your favorite." You tilted your head and raised your brow a bit accusatory.

He looked to the side, as if caught in a lie, but still tried to save face.

"Well tastes change, don't they?" He crossed his arms in a bit of annoyance because of you poking holes in his story.

"That's really rude of you." He furrowed his brows in slight irritation as his patience was running out.

That was it, you knew Mike wouldnt' just tell you that! Or, at least you hoped you were right about it.

You took a leap of faith as you also crossed your arms in a defensive state, staring at him.

"You're not Mike are you?" You asked bluntly.

He got a bit surprised at your boldness.

"What?" He chuckled a bit patronizingly, as if you said something stupid. "Of course I'm Mike. Why do you say that?"

"Well- I didn't wanna assume, but looking at your behavior recently I noticed you got a lot less enthusiastic about spending time with me. So obviously something's up." You concluded, still sticking to your belief. You hoped you weren't wrong.

"God you have to overthink everything, do you?" His tone changed to a slightly deeper one.

You noticed him gracefully swish his hair in a way which made his bangs cover his eye.

"Are you usually this annoying? How did Mike even managed to deal with you?" He expressed his thoughts freely now while you were under his judging eye.

Your eyes widened a little - you were right, it wasn't Mike.

"Wow, okay- Who are you then?" You asked now without any restriction.

"I'm Mal." He responded with arrogance.

"And if you tell anyone I'm not that nerdy freak, you're done." He added with an undertone of threat.

"Hey, what's with that hostility?" You tilted your head and asked a bit bluntly but still remaining polite.

"I am simply direct. I don't have the time or patience to deal with any of your foolish questions." Mal's cold and serious persona was quite intimidating, but you managed to stay calm.

"Okay- I'm direct too, but I don't have to threat you while at it." You pointed out calmly.

"I'm not threatening you. I'm simply telling you what will happen if you reveal my true self to anyone else." Mal's words echoed a threat without any hesitation.

You sighed, sensing some mixed messages from him. "Alright- Uh, so- Why don't you want me to tell others you're not Mike?"

"It's not your business." Mal's face displayed no change in expression, still remaining as firm and strict as ever.

You waited a bit before shrugging. "...Fair enough."

Mal stared at you, showing no reaction whatsoever. "Anything else?"

"Uh- Since you're obviously not Mike, why don't we start again?" You tried to make something out of this unusual situation.

Mal raised his brow skeptically, trying to sense your intentions with that question.

"And what do you mean by that?" Mal's demeanor stayed unchanged, keeping a sharp and indifferent look on his face.

"Like- I know nothing about you, but- I'm opened to still hold an alliance, you know?" You shrugged, hoping he'll agree.

"I'm not looking for any kind of alliance with you." Mal's words sounded harsh and blunt. He never cared for any relationships, especially with people he doesn't even know.

"Okay, harsh." You bluntly put it, a bit awkward he wasn't keen on it. "But- uh, why not?"

"Because there will never be any mutual benefits here." Mal's statement was short and concise, showing no further interest in their current conversation.

"Uh- How so?" You continued.

"You have nothing worthwhile to offer me. No one else has anything worthwhile to offer me either. It's why I'm alone." Mal's words sounded as cold and harsh as ever, as if you weren't even there.

"…Isn't it a bit lonely?" You didn't wanna push the matter further, but without Mike or anyone else in an alliance, you felt lonely yourself. That's why you tried to save the situation you had before.

Mal stayed silent for a bit. "Lonely? Yes. Do I care? No." Mal's face showed no visible change of expression, staying as cold as ever.

"It doesn't matter to me if I'm alone. I can survive on my own, I don't need any friends. I never have and never will."

Your face showed a bit of concern as well as mixed emotions.

It was hard to get to him, but you still had some hopes.

"Well- I'm not saying you need them, but- since I already know you're not Mike, why can't we be at least on a positive terms?" You tried your best to seem an appealing friend.

Mal stayed silent for a bit, considering your words. He remained indifferent and unamused, but your words at least reached his ears.

"You don't even know me, yet you want to be on positive terms with me… Are you that desperate?" He looked at you patronizingly amused.

"I'm trying to be nice here." You bluntly said, a bit discouraged by his unwillingness to cooperate.

"Nice, you say? Do you even know what 'nice' means? To my knowledge, 'nice' is something you do to manipulate people and get their trust. I'm not interested in those kinds of games." Mal's words were cold and sharp, as if challenging you to answer him.

You stood there a bit dumbfounded at his definition of "nice". "No- And I'm sorry you had this experience if that's what you think it means. But I hold no malice towards you, really."

"Well you're either lying, or you're just a fool. I haven't decided yet." Mal didn't make an effort to hold back his words, just letting them slip with his usual bluntness.

You rolled your eyes slightly, but you were determined to change his mind. "Look, I know you have no reason to trust me, like me, or even believe me, but- let's say it makes us even then? We get to be in an alliance, and I don't tell your secret?" You didn't like blackmail, but you had to save yourself somehow.

"…Let's say your offer interests me… What would be your goal of this alliance?" Mal's demeanor changed slightly, becoming noticeably more analytical and entertaining the possibility at least slightly.

"Well- First off, a buddy is always nice to have on the competition, second reason- I like Mike. And you're a part of Mike So- I also wanna be friends with you. And- I hope that's reasonable?" You put it in a honest way.

Mal chuckled out loud before looking at you entertained and looking as if he was about to burst your bubble. "But I'm no Mike. If you think I'm gonna act like him then you're mistaken."

"No, I don't." You quickly disregarded his words. "That's why I suggested a fresh start."

You waited a bit before elaborating more. "Yes, I know that probably sounds stupid, but I'll be blunt. I just wanna make a friend and stay in the game. And I suck at social interactions." You knew how desperate you probably were to him, given his indifferent approach to you, but you had no other idea what to do.

Mal was clearly entertained by your responses. He couldn't help but chuckle at their naivety and the sheer persistence of being his 'friend' or something similar. "…You're one odd individual. I must say."

Mal stood silently for a moment, pondering the possibilities for an alliance between you two. He sighed before responding. "…Very well" Mal's face looked serious now, having a proposition in store.

"Should you fail to respect my boundaries, or try to manipulate me in any way… you're dead meat." Mal's tone of voice changed a bit too, now sounding as if he weren't joking anymore.

"And I also want you to not interfere with any of my plans. Understood? I can tolerate working with you for the time being, but only for the sake of mutual benefits." Mal's words were harsh and intimidating, but there seemed to be a slight tinge of… skepticism.

That was a good thing, you thought, because at least he was considering your request.

You nodded.

[Mal at the confessional]

"I can't decide whether they're planning something I didn't give them credit for, or are they that stupid to think I'm really gonna be in a real alliance with them." Mal chuckled to the camera. "Probably the latter." He added with a smug smirk. "That naive pawn… it's too easy to manipulate them. All that talk about "friendship…" nonsense." He obnoxiously mocked your words with a hand gesture as his look held entertainment. "As if that mattered to me… or anyone." Mal thought to himself out loud. "No one ever mattered to me, and they never will. People are merely tools in my eyes, and I will use them to get what I want..." His expression seemed to stay serious and pondering for a moment before the video cut off.

[𝙼𝚊𝚕]

You had very mixed feelings about the situation.

You were very well aware Mal probably didn't respect you and only agreed to it for his benefit, you weren't stupid.

But you also had some hopes he would come around with time.

Your relationship proceeding further was very rocky, as Mal didn't really treat you with kindness, which you kind of expected, but weren't happy about.

Still, he didn't try to vote you off, and for the time being it worked.

You were a bit lost about what to do, but the days on the island didn't let you have a break to think about things, and the challenges proceeded as usual.

Today's challenge was a camp-out one. People in the team had to partner up with someone and then spend a night outside, in the forest.

"Easy enough", you thought, but you noticed some eye-roll from Mal.

Obviously you and Mal ended up being partners, due to the "mutual" alliance you had.

Once the teams had chose their respective campsites and you were alone, Mal swooshed his hair so it fell on his eye once again without a comment, seemingly more comfortable with this hairstyle instead of Mike's usual standing hair.

"So- How about this place?" You pointed out to a simple area that didn't have a lot of pinecones on the ground, offering a softer ground to set a tent on.

"Whatever, can be." He briefly acknowledged your words without any further interest.

You were a bit tired of his apathetic demeanor but you let it slide.

You placed your backpack on the ground, preparing to take out the necessary equipment.

Mal sat on some available tree root, expecting you to do all the work.

It took you some time but you were determined to set out the tent properly, even under Mal's judging eye.

To no avail. Without an instruction, it wasn't your strong suit to just "wing it".

Mal raised his brow unamusedly while crossing his arms.

"God that's pathetic." He commented without any hesitance.

"Okay then, you do it." You crossed your arms as well, now looking at him.

You heard a "tch-" from him. "Really? You're that helpless?" He smirked.

"It would appear so." You just bluntly admitted, gaining some surprise from Mal, which quickly disappeared after a moment.

"Weak." He murmured to himself, making sure you also heard him. He walked up to the tent, setting it up without much resistance.

You plopped down on the tree trunk Mal was previously sitting on, watching him work.

After he was done you didn't want to be useless, so you got up with an idea of gathering some wood. What's a camp without a camp-fire, eh?

Mal saw you leave but didn't comment anything, choosing to go sit in the tent he just set up.

You were really trying to be nice and respectful to Mal, but he was slowly draining your willingness to do it.

As you were collecting random twigs from the ground you were thinking about him though.

No one was mean without a reason, and given Mike's situation, he probably went through lots of stuff to get to his current behavior, which made you feel sympathetic towards him.

You came back to your little campout, noticing Mal lazily sitting inside the tent, holding a knife in his one hand that was carving the wood he held in the other. You wondered where did he get it from?

"I brought wood." You announced, letting the twigs fall onto the floor.

"Congrats, you made yourself useful." He commented briefly, but mostly ignoring you.

It was a start at least.

Soon enough the air became colder, forcing you to make a fire.

You gathered some rocks and formed them along with several pieces of wood, trying to set the fire with 2 rocks, as you had to do with Mike on scout-type challenge, until Mal took out a match with unamused expression and started the fire.

You blinked as you saw the fire appear, then looked at Mal. "How did you get a match?"

"I stole it." He replied carelessly without a hint of shame.

"...Okay, that works." You only managed to say.

You both got near the source of warmth in a careful distance away from each other, you sitting on the tree trunk nearby, him sitting in the tent.

The challenge was going pretty smoothly, until it began to pour.

The rain quickly took out your fire, making Mal groan in irritation.

As you felt the droplets of water on your clothes, you quickly went into the tent where Mal was taking most of the space, but he reluctantly moved to the corner once he saw you coming.

You stayed silent as you observed the aggressive change of the weather, with Mal not making a peep either, only keeping his outward display of annoyance towards the rain visible.

It was getting dark and cold, with the weather having no plans of going back to the sunny afternoon it previously was.

Mal backed out into the tent, sitting quietly and looking outside with an upset expression on his face.

There was a long, awkward silence that got to you internally, but you didn't want to risk annoying Mal with bringing up "annoying" topics to talk about, as you had no other ideas.

You came to the show with quite a thick jacket with a hood on, so the cold didn't bother you that much, but you observed Mal pressing his bent knees to his stomach in attempt to keep warm.

There was no sign of struggle from his side though, as he made a good job of sitting still, acting like it wasn't bothering him, with the exception of subtle trembles of his body once in a while.

It was obvious he felt cold with only a short-sleeved shirt to keep him warm.

"Are you cold?" You asked hesitantly, even though you knew the answer.

He shot you a death glare. "I'm fine."

You waited a second, looking at him briefly and thinking about your options. You decided to press further.

"You have short sleeves though." You pointed out, looking at his face getting agitated.

"So fucking what? My fault this moron can't dress properly?" He barked at you with hostility, as if you were pointing out his misfortune.

"No." You responded a bit taken aback by his tone, but you remained calm.

"But- We can share." You made your intentions clear as you took off the jacket, handing it to him.

He looked at you with skeptic and confused eyes as if you had some hidden intentions behind that move, but he accepted the gift without any comment.

You noticed his grumpy expression soften slightly but still keeping that distrustful glare, avoiding your eye as he put the jacket around his back.

You judged his reaction as a positive one though.

After a moment you scooted closer to him, touching his side with yours, to which he raised his eyebrow at your "audacity".

"What are you doing?" He muttered, looking at your movements with mixed feelings.

"You're not the only one cold here. I'm also freezing." You explained a bit lightheartedly, hoping to ease the thick tension between you two.

Mal only briefly looked at you and let out a "hmph" noise as an acknowledgement as he looked away from you, yet he didn't move away, letting you stay in this position.

You sighed contently for the first time in a few days now.

You watched the rain fall in silence, but at least it wasn't as overwhelming now.

Finally the exhaustion caught up to you both as a product of several hours of walking and doing stuff.

Mal let out the first yawn and so you asked him whether he wants to go to sleep.

He shrugged, still keeping his indifferent behavior but accepted. "Sure, whatever."

You both moved to the far away corners of the tent and layed down, feeling the fabric of the tent soften the hard ground halfly. Chris didn't pack you any sleeping bags, that would be too easy.

All you had was your jacket as a make-shift blanket.

You noticed Mal laying on his side, in a way that wouldn't make him face you.

You offered him a part of the jacket but his ego didn't let him accept this time.

"I'm fine. I don't need it." He harshly turned down your offer.

You sighed. "Fine."

Mal remained stubborn, even though the cold was biting his ass, he managed to fall asleep.

You however couldn't, due to the uncomfortable place of sleeping.

You laid on your back for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling of the tent, before deciding to take a look at Mal.

His breathing let you notice he was asleep, although his shaky body was visibly cold.

You didn't have the heart to let him freeze, so you very carefully moved near him, putting a part of the jacket on him to cover him up.

You pressed your back very slightly against him, craving some additional warmth from his body that would benefit you boths

Fortunately he didn't wake up.

You managed to fall asleep after some time as well.

Mal woke up after several hours, thoroughly confused about the state of his being, as he expected to wake up cold, but he was quite- cozy.

His expression changed as soon as he noticed you very close to him.

He cringed at your proximity, with your front facing him in a blissful state of sleep, hair over your eyes as if in rom-com movie.

He was about to forcefully shake you off him, but he decided against it for some reason.

Perhaps it was his self-preservation finally speaking, instead of ego getting in his way of survival. Your position was both comfy and warm, after all.

He only turned to lay on his back, letting out a heavy sigh, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as it was now his turn to look above without any particular reason, just to think over the situation.

As soon as you started to wake up, he immediately backed off, putting the whole jacket on you.

"Finally you're awake." He said as if it was a big bother.

You softly rubbed your eyes, yawn escaping your lips as you done so.

"When did you wake up?" You asked with a bit of haze still.

"Doesn't matter." He sharply shut down your question, although his tone was just slightly different than his usual bitterness.

After you both past the challenge timer of staying and ready to leave the place, you noticed Mal taking down the tent, without you having to ask him for it. Huh.

[Mal at the confessional]

Mal stared at the camera with crossed arms for a longer moment, having an ambiguous expression on his face. After some time he finally decided to open his mouth. "God, they're so helpless. They can't even set up a damn tent." His scornful tone made it obvious he was making fun of you. "How would they even make it so far without me?" He once again made it clear to the recording device that he was needed for your victory. Yet another few seconds passed by before his thought was said out loud, this time his face turning less arrogant and more figuring out what he's gonna say. "...They're so naive." He reiterated once more, as if to reassure himself what to think. "But- Maybe with my help I'll be able to use them to my advantage." He finally found the correct direction of his further words. "I'll make sure no one gets between me and Y/N getting a chance at winning the money." "Of course, just for me to forcefully take the victory away from them, later." He said confidently, but he felt the need for a clarification on that last part. He lingered in the confessional for a moment more, before getting to his final words, looking straight at the camera. "And if anyone plans to interfere with that, they're gonna go down."

[BONUS - DATING HEADCANONS]

Of course if you and Mal become a thing, he'll be more keen about tolerating your quirks and listening to you ramble about your hyperfixations.

He won't be as invested in them, but he'll treat you in a way he'd treat a cat enjoying it's favorite toy - "You do your thing sweetie. It's stupid but adorable to look at."

Once he gets used to your true thoughts and trust you, he'd also think your honesty is refreshing.

He thinks neurotypicals play too many complicated emotional games.

He can also play them as a form of manipulation, but if it comes to trusting each other he appreciates you always being blunt when it comes to what you think.

It's obvious Mal most probably has ASPD and Narcissistic Personality Disorder, so he's not a stranger to people not liking his attitude and way of thinking.

He might be a bit too harsh on you at first, not used to having someone caring about him (or vice versa) but with time he'll learn to not go as hard on you.

Like with your 'special needs', not tolerating some textures and foods, your obsession about only on topic at a time, or stimming, which might be distracting to him.

He might panic a bit inside once you have a meltdown first time around him though, not knowing how to act around you in that state, as only thing he knows it's hostility, so don't expect him to be much help.

He might listen to your requests how should he act later on, though.

He will also be more straightforward around you when he notices your "denseness".

"Do you- want my jacket again?" You asked, looking at Mal. "No, let me freeze to death." He remarked sarcastically, expecting you to pass him the jacket again, but you just blinked, unsure if he wanted it or not after your previous similar encounter with him being reluctant to accept it. He looked at you a second more, now elaborating a bit annoyed. "Yes, I want it."

Even more so after Mal became less insecure about showing his interest in you.

"Aren't you cold?" He asked, looking at you expectantly with a hint of tease in his voice, obviously wanting you to come closer to him so you'd need him as a source of warmth. "Kinda-" You responded casually, yet still did nothing. Mal waited a moment before finally sighing and pulling you closer to him in a smooth manner, making you a bit surprised. "That means come here." He reiterated slightly more greedy about your presence. That amount of possessiveness made you a bit stunned, but in a kind of positive way. He wasn't negative towards you anymore, after all. "Do I really have to spell out everything for you?" He asked halfly serious. "Well- apparently." You admitted a bit embarrassed at your lack of clue. He rolled his eyes, pulling you closer. "Okay then. You're mine now."

[starshinesluvr]

Think you can draw Edward/the riddler with deathstroke? I was always very curious on an interaction with these two 🤭 your art is amazing BTW 😝❤️

im also asking this anon for forgiveness since ive never drawn/consumed deathstroke media, so i apologize for any inaccuracies... (#×_×) BUT THANK U ALWAYS ANON!! THIS REQUEST WAS VERY FUN ♡♡ anyways, id like to think edward would find out about deathstroke on the news or something. hes intrigued, and could see him as a possible future ally, though he cant get as much information as hed like in the asylum. hed probably be heavily impressed, but not as much as he was when he first saw batman in action. (nothing compares to your first ex-idol and 'partner in crime' after all.) edwards unsure if hes trustworthy, but if he deems him able, hed love to get deathstrokes help on his newest plan to take down batman in these trying times... once hes out of course. ^_^)/

[oxymorayuri]

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Part ten

A/N: Hello my sweethearts, sorry that I haven't updated this story for a long time, but I had to think about the course of the story and looked for inspiration. Let me know if you want to be on the tag list <3

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✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: none ✦ Spoiler: none

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tagging: @lazyninjatheorist - @sassyyassi - @cottoncandyloverrrr - @littleleelee

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"I hope it all works as you say y/n." Feeling a little unsure, Ace adjusts his bow tie in front of the mirror in the men's room and freshens up quickly before leaving the restroom again.

On the other side of his headphones, he listens to you sipping your drink in complete peace.

“It'll be fine.” Unconcerned, you lean your head back on the sun lounger and watch on a small screen as Ace enters the casino hall.

“Just make sure I always have a good view of your hand and the poker table...” Ace looks around the glamorous hall. This is simply not his world.

Fancy dressed people bustle around the casino's gaming tables. The players and addicts all hope to have the better hand or that the dice will fall in their favor. Women so beautiful and arousing, cling with sophisticated fake laughter to men whose only attraction is their wealth. Among the crowd of cheerful guests, waiters prance around handing out drinks.

Ace grabs a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray and heads back to the table where Crocodile and his company are seated.

He exhales deeply, drinks the glass in one gulp and places it on the next waiter's tray as he passes by.

“Hey Ace! Come over here, there's a seat for you.” Crocodile calls over to him while the cigar wiggles in his mouth. With casual talk and sly words, Ace was able to quickly get Crocodile's attention without you having to put many words in his mouth.

His charm goes down well with all genders and many find themselves making friends with him. But it's not just his natural aura that has piqued Crocodile's interest. It's also the fact that Crocodile knows very well who Ace is.

Crocodile keeps a sharp eye on every opportunity to expand his empire and the more contacts, the better. He doesn't necessarily see the people around him as allies, more as business partners, but he actually likes Ace's company.

Possibly because he is similar to him. At least that's what he thinks.

Ace does a great job of being a show off, but his demeanor tells that he doesn't just bark, he also bites.

You have to admit that you're turned on by seeing Ace acting like a secret agent infiltrating the mafia. You would love to put on a tight black dress and go down to the casino to play the mysterious lady sitting opposite him. It's not a good idea, but it's a hot one. But that could ruin everything.

The cards are dealt and Ace looks at his hand which you then check on your little screen. He's not sure what he can do with them, but he puts his trust in you.

The rounds go quite well. It's a bit tricky not being at the table to watch the others, but Ace has good cards. People kept leaving the table, acknowledging that luck wasn't on their side or that they didn't have the resources to keep up with the insane sums that Ace and Crocodile were betting.

Money doesn't matter. You already sense victory ahead because Ace's hand is unbeatable, but in the back of your mind you're a little unsure because you can't see Crocodile.

Even if you lose, the goal is something different and Crocodile will surely be thrilled by Ace's ruthless determination.

The dealer asks the last two players to reveal their cards. When all the cards are in view, deep laughter breaks out. Confused, all people look over at his fellow opponent.

Crocodile can't stop his laughter, even though his defeat is obvious. He has lost. He didn't have a bad hand, Ace just had a better one. Crocodile bangs his fist on the table.

Towers of chips clattered and skittered all over the table as the eliminated players clutched their glasses in panic. Crocodile wiped away tears of joy and exhaled with a sigh of satisfaction.

"This is real deja vu!" amused, he looked across the table and over to Ace. “Come on you idiots, bag the chips for the lucky winner!”

Only after his words do you realize that Ace's hand and Crocodiles are the same cards you had in your first game. Funnily enough, Ace won with the same cards as you did.

You burst out laughing yourself. The people around you at the pool give you a few puzzled looks but you ignore them. What a fantastic coincidence.

Would Sir Crocodile still be laughing when he finds out about the connection between you and Ace? You should be terrified at the thought, but strangely enough it amuses you.

Silence returns to the table as Ace and Crocodile clink glasses together.

“Me and the boys are meeting at the Moulin Rouge tomorrow, why don't you come along?” His tall figure rises and he puts on his coat. He takes a new cigar out of his inside pocket and puts it in his mouth. A waiter hastily strides up to him and lights his cigar, then steps out of his way again.

"Show this card at the VIP entrance and they'll let you up." With these words he leaves and disappeared from the casino with his party.

"Here sir, your winnings." The card dealer holds out huge bags of chips to Ace and somewhat bewildered, with a smile that seems frozen on his face, he accepts his winnings.

“Ace that was amazing!” You whisper with excitement that's hard to miss in your voice.

“That was crazy...” he mumbles without people noticing as he sets off. “Yeah yeah, just exchange the chips and I'll meet you in the room.”

Ace swings the bags full of money onto the table and a few coins fall out. Your eyes sparkle as you inspect your winnings.

You happily count the bills. Money may not be everything, but it is something that helps you get ahead. If you didn't have an enormous amount of money yourself, Ace wouldn't even be able to keep up with the sums that Crocodile bets.

Ace looks down at you and shakes his head as you throw the bills up into the air above you. He has to admit that even the side of you is cute, especially the trust you had. After all, he could have lost everything just as easily.

While you both enjoy your evening meal, you discuss the next day.

“You should try talking to him about his relationship with Doflamingo, that you are acting on behalf of father and want to establish a new relationship…” With his mouth full, he listens to you.

You slurp your noodle soup with relish. It's a bit spicy, your lips are feeling tight and your nose is running, but that's exactly how you love your soup.

“Isn't tomorrow your first day of work at the Moulin Rouge?” Ace asks promptly. You greedily slurp your drink to ease your burning tongue and breathe out with relief.

“Yeah.. that's right, but unfortunately I only serve on the first floor. Newbies don't work in the VIP lounge.” You ignore Ace's sigh of relief. He seems glad that you won't be getting any closer to Crocodile.

If only he knew what kind of people you've dealt with. While you're trying to figure out why Ace is treating you so delicately, he stuffs his mouth full with all the food he ordered.

Normally, you don't care when you're underestimated. It's a good surprise effect when your opponent doesn't expect what you've got up your sleeve, but Ace's reaction irritates you. Who does he think you are?! You're damn strong.

Crocodile isn't even a worthy opponent for you, especially now that you can control water thanks to your devil fruit.

The next day dawned with an unusual sense of excitement. You are looking forward to seeing how the day unfolds and are pleased to be working with Ace indirectly. Even though you are working on two different areas, you are working together and secretly looking forward to showing Ace what you are made of.

You assist Ace in putting on his fancy suit, help with the hidden wires on his body, put his earbuds in one ear and adjust his tie. Ace watches your focused manner and admires the way you do everything with pinpoint precision.

Like it's your daily profession. He knows that's the case, but sometimes he has a hard time seeing what you're capable of. Why is that? He doesn't know himself. It's not that you're helpless, he knows what you're capable of and always admired you for it.

“There you go!” You give him a satisfied pat on the shoulder and spin him around towards the mirror. A little caught off guard, he turns his gaze from you to his own reflection, but you don't even pick up on his dazed expression.

“What do you say? Don't you look pretty good?” Pleased with your work, you don't even notice how openly you're complimenting him. Ace, who had been deep in thought until just now, returns to his usual cheeky self.

“Huh, really good, yeah?” You nudge him lightly in the side for his big smile and try to adjust the heat in your face, because Ace came very close to you. Wearing a suit, Ace is a whole new sight for the eyes and from this close, you have to admit that your knees are getting weak.

You clear your throat as you gain some distance and mutter that you have to change now. You disappear into the bathroom and gather yourself behind the closed door.

His charming, stupid face came so close to you, that you could smell his own scent under the expensive perfume. His slightly burnt, sunkissed skin…

You shake your head, you don't have time for that.

The work is easier than expected. On the first floor of the Moulin Rouge, all sorts of low classes hang around, the broad layers of society. Your job was just to quickly give people their drinks and get them to drink more, always with a seductive smile on your lips.

They drank, laughed and wildly flirted with every woman in the room, as if they were just an object of desire. They threw money at the dancers performing on stage, acting like they owned the world, and demanded that they strip naked.

Again and again, you had to go into corners where you couldn't be seen, let out a disgusted retch, and then put on a fake smile again.

Through your headphones, you suddenly hear Ace speaking to you.

“All right, I'm in the VIP lounge.” - “Okay. Enjoy the evening and spend lots of money. Make sure you only talk to me when no one can see you.” you remind him.

While you endure being groped by dirty hands, you hear the laughter through your headphones. They seem to be having a lot of fun up there, you think.

You hear a few men who also work at the Moulin Rouge talking behind the bar. You and your curious ears follow their voices and approach them, ignoring the shouting drunk losers.

“Yeah, it's a shame, but we had to kill the bitch.” - ”I know, but now we're missing a dancer in the VIP lounge.”

Your ears perk up at the words and you straighten up. You pull your shirt down a bit to show more cleavage and strut past them. As your stunning figure walks past them, their eyes follow you, which does not go unnoticed by you.

“Hey, darlings, everything okay with you?” You wink at them as you walk by. The two men looked into each other's eyes and then back at you.

“Come here, girl. “ Said one of them. Grinning broadly, you stopped and turned to them. You already knew what was coming and scoffed inwardly at how easy it was. A woman just has to draw attention to herself…

“You look amazing. By any chance, do you know how to dance?” You act as if you are hesitating a little and look around, towards the stage where tired strippers have to put up with the disgusting behavior of the guys. The two men in front of you sense your hesitation and assure you, that you have the chance to dance in the VIP lounge.

“A hot woman like you shouldn't be dancing at this stage, you're better suited for the upper classes.” You play with your hair and pretend to be flattered by the words.

Just like that, you're able to enter the VIP lounge. You're pleased about this quick promotion and wonder how Ace will react.

What kind of face will he make?

I'm already looking forward to the next chapter. It's going to be great fun ;)

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Contains MW2 Spoilers , but also an AU combining the original plot and the reboot! New chapters still being released! So stay tuned! :3

Simon "Ghost" Riley, still suffering from the loss of his former partner, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, has vowed to never become attached to anyone again. With a new mask and style, he refuses to show any emotions. That was until he was transferred to a newly created Task-Force. Task-Force 141, there he meets a cocky and annoying young Scottish man named John "Soap" MacTavish, Ghost nicknames him Johnny. And eventually although they didn't get along at first, the two become quite fond of eachother. This work of fiction embarks on the journey to the amazing slow-burn relationship between Ghost and Soap, and eventually leads to something more sexually explicit and romantic in nature after the two became even closer during the betrayal of their allies. Then, they are stuck alone during it all, and finally give in to their deepest desires and hunger for eachother.