#sorry this is late ichi

[candyskiez]

mezato/tome weirdgirl yuri. is this anything. i think mob’s strange and intense lesbian friends should interact and i think that they would have a good time talking about aliens and spirits

Oh my god you're so right. I think they'd be fucking hilarious. I don't know how they'd meet but they'd be the funniest people on planet earth to ship. Also like. Y'know how Mezato was always trying to teach Mob more confidence and trying to get him popular. Do you think she's just Like That with people. Like I know part of it was her for some reason really wanting to start a cult but like. Is she Like That with people. Do you think when she hears Tome brag that she met aliens she's immediately like WE ARE GOING TO SPACE. TOGETHER. RIGHT NOW. Do you think she hears Tome wants to go to space again and is like "Bet." Everyone in a five mile radius suddenly gets a deep rooted chill. This happens everytime Mezato gets her eye on a new project.

These two would be so fucking funny together. Weird intense lesbians <3333 also like. I will never not shake my fist at Mezato not being allowed to get depth. I think we should give Mezato depth. Like. Why is she so Intense about people she likes. We could build on that. If One won't give her depth I will.

[sihjrweek]

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[todayisafridaynight]

No you're right, the file naming system helped a great deal in terms of being able to verify ages and certain events on the timeline (even some minor characters like Ushio have them, which is neat). Because like, Hoshino does specify in-game that Arakawa was 14 when he killed Toshio, but without a year that's not exactly helpful...

You normally have to do a lot of mental gymnastics to figure out Arakawa's age, to the point the only official profile that listed his age was wrong, so it was a HUGE find to have those straightforward numbers at the time (even if they aren't 100% accurate; Jo probably shouldn't be 21 with how Yokoyama says he ages his characters by year without setting birth dates, and Arakawa's 25 model is used for more scenes where he's not 25, But You Know).

#whats interesting is that arakawa's 90's-2000 model doesnt have an age attached to it. dont ask a woman her age ig idk <- this killed me but it also reminds me they did this unironically with Saeko

Actually wait forget the entire rest of this ask I wanna talk about what was going on with these profiles... they were SoA exclusives... but like girl... wrong age (he's 62 not 63)... favorite food is To Be Fair Something He Talks About LIKE It's His Favorite but is still a dish he's only had once in his lifetime... no hobbies or special abilities... trying to sassily sidestep not knowing Saeko's age... inability to decide whether to present alcoholism as a hobby or favorite food... ONLY Adachi having a disliked food...

Nanba and Ichi's are okay though :) but these crushed my soul for real if you can't trust a character profile what can you trust😭

Anyway If Nothing Else I hope you enjoy these relics :) I'm gonna go write in about stuff I forgot to mention before bye

leaving rn i totally forgot hoshino says arakawa's age BYE is it evident i havent watched the cutscenes outside of the arakawa family in a hot minute. cause its been A Hot Minute

jo's model being labeled 21 did make me scratch me head tho so im glad im not insane for thinking it was a Questionable label (even if i expected myself to be wrong about SOMETHING in that post anyway LMAO)

the official bios are gutting me tho like yeah i GUESS alcoholism is a hobby but im sure bestie has more than that.... like her age..... cmon now...

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 11:07 P.M 」

divorce scare apology fic🤞🏻 yes people, in the spirit of april 1, it’s gojo who is having dreams :)) and i promise you it’s straight up comfort fic~

a part of gojo's love entries

you’ve known something is bugging satoru as he hasn’t been teasing the heck out of you for these past three days.

and you were proven true when tonight, on your marital bed, he said—

“so… i’ve been thinking…” he started, seemingly deep in thought, playing with your hair. “oh, more like it’s because of this one bad dream…”

“what are you on about?” you raised an eyebrow. okay, you knew something was up with him, but him being a bit skittish made you a bit worried.

“umm, yeah. so, the other day i had this dream about us in tokyo district court—”

“district court—?”

“—getting a divorce, yeah.”

your eyes rounded, and satoru could feel himself almost regretting his words seeing your stunned expression, so he added a band-aid—

“no, it was just a dream! i’m not divorcing you, okay?!”

however, your expression had soured, as you looked down, visibly heartbroken. alarmed, satoru immediately pulled you to his chest.

“oh, ooh— there, there,” he soothed you, stroking your hair. “sweets, no. never. okay? i’m just telling you, just like what you did the other day.”

you had a dream of him cheating on you once, but this was wholly different.

“you’re the worst,” you accused, and despite yourself, you felt an ache in your chest. “how could such thought even cross your mind— that you dream about it?”

“if i can pick my dream… i’ll pick the memory from our honeymoon— precisely when i ripped your black and pink lingerie off and made you scream my name, you know that.”

you huffed, burying your face in his chest. “hmph. explain.”

satoru smiled, finding you so incredibly precious. silly wifey.

he proceeded as he pat your back. “nothing really, i’m still bitter too! no way in hell! but then i started thinking… what would you do in 0.001% chance of us being divorced?”

you pulled away, growling. “…so there’s still a chance—!”

“noooo! that’s statistically impossible! aren’t we having a late night talk? we’re always talking about imaginary scenarios at night, aren’t we?!”

what was the point of this? it was only upsetting you with each second.

“how could you ask me that?” you glared at him resentfully. “if we’re divorced, then—” you grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. “what about baby? do you not want to see him anymore?”

and in that moment it seemed like he just realized it too as he sheepishly scratched his head, mouth gaping. “ah—”

his response caused your hormones to stir, and combined by your disbelief, you spitefully threw his hand away and turned to your side, refusing to face him.

“if you dare to divorce me, i’ll move out japan at a moment’s notice,” you spat out, crossing your arms. “i won’t let you see my baby— and i’ll put a restraining order on you too, just so you see.”

“whoa, wait—”

“or i can also jump from yasohachi bridge and then become a curse—i’ll haunt you to your dying days!”

“—?! you can’t do that!”

“oh, i can also remarry! i’ll marry ichiji so fast and by the time the baby is born, your kid will have his name instead!”

“ichi— hey! that’s insulting! i would’ve forgiven if it was nanami, but ichiji?!”

“shut up! you’re— you’re annoying!”

in hindsight, this wasn’t something you should get this much worked up for. satoru was obviously just being his dense self and you knew it, but somehow the thought of him suddenly not by your side anymore hurt you— and perhaps your unstable hormones played a part too.

. . . but then his strong arms wrapped around you in that instant, enveloping you in his warm and reassuring embrace from behind. “hey… sweets, don’t be mad…”

“…”

“if you do, baby will also be—”

“you are making us mad.”

“okay, okay.” satoru sighed, his right palm reaching out to caress your five-month baby bump, and his voice was tinted with slight regret as he replied, “sorry…”

you melted a bit, but still gave him the cold shoulder, showing how cross you were that he brought it up in the first place.

and both of you stayed that way for a while, and you started to get sleepy, until you heard him muttering—

“still… whatever you do,” his voice sounded strained, and it made you awake again. “even when i’m not here… you can’t get yourself hurt, alright?”

“what does that mean?” you finally turned towards him, your eyes shone with slight panic. “what do you mean with you not being here?”

“nothing, sweetheart.” satoru grinned, pinching your cheek. “just saying—since i’m away often, don’t do anything reckless, you can get hurt.”

“don’t put it as if you’re going to go some place far away.” you didn’t know what you were spouting now, but you were tired and just didn’t want to pursue this conversation any longer.

you bit your lip, not looking at him. “or… i’ll get sad.”

seeing you so vulnerable and open like this made satoru realize that as much as he needed you to stay sane, you also needed him. the clarity stirred something within him, causing warmth to rapidly spread in his chest.

and he felt soft. so soft for you. and he adored you, more than anyone else in this wretched world.

“aw, look at my baby girl.” your husband cradled you close to him with a wide grin, patting you soothingly, his heart fluttering. “how can i leave you be a single mother? i’m here, yeah? always.”

and you believed him. otherwise, you were willing to risk it all just to get him home, by your side.

you smushed your face into his chest, ignoring your burning face. “hmph, being a single mother isn’t that bad. i can still drain your wealth.”

“huh?! wait, you just said you’ll be sad without me!”

and you thought, being in his embrace is the most comforting place of all.

epilogue

“by the way, i just realized…” satoru fixed his frown on you accusingly in the next morning. “how is your taste in men so bad? why ichiji as your first pick?”

“uh,” you were at a loss of words, totally not expecting this discussion on a brand new morning. “because… he’s kind? he’s easiest to sway—”

“so you’re saying… you can seduce him easily?!”

“…sort of? but you’re right, i should go for nanami. he’s way good-looking. or his apprentice… what’s his name again? ino takuma—”

“nanami? ino?! wait a minute…! y-you’re my wife… but you’re also thinking about which man is easier to seduce and which is more attractive?!”

“uh— you’re the one asking first!”

“still! so you do think about them! about weaker, lesser men who are not me!”

“nanami is not—!”

“hoh?! so it’s nanami, huh!?”

“don’t you dare to start anything, gojo satoru,” you hissed. “you said my taste in men is bad. so that includes you too.”

“wha?!”

[dxllhcuse]

The demon grumbles for he is in a bad mood. He was working on a kimono that he had planned to give to his mother as a present. But, the third eldest son's fiancee had runied it. She and Ko had gotten into an argument. Whe he returned from a mission, the dress was in shreds.

Now, he's here in the market looking for the same fabric that he's been using for his mother's destroyed gift.

"Stupid woman. If she wasn't... marrying my brother, I'd have... killed her."

He didn't notice the demon doll.

Ichimatsu isn’t a big fond of cities-like places and rather leans on more of a traditional look. She can never understand the reason why many people would like to add weird lights and structures to an already beautiful place. It is something she must get used to as many people wanted the Hinamatsuri doll, especially the Westerners. They sure love collecting everything. Many people question her appearance as unlike any other upper moon she doesn’t have the ability to hide her identity, however, this would immediately be dismissed as she shows them her dolls. As she finally sold her last puppet, she tirelessly begins walking at a very slow pace as many people pass her by. It doesn’t help that she is already feeling the need to eat. Eating in this area would cause huge attention, which is something she didn’t want. As she is walking slowly, she encountered a fabric stand, which she couldn’t help herself to observe. Each pattern of the fabric has a unique pattern which she admits is something she would like to keep.

As she is observing each fabric, she heard a familiar voice. A voice that reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t quite remember who it was. She continues observing each fabric that is on display, meanwhile eavesdropping near the demon. It’s not a surprise that he didn’t see her as she is a bit of a small demon to begin with. As he finished talking, Ichimatsu finally speak up hoping that maybe she scared him a little bit.

“You said you would kill her?”

[kiwiikato]

mommy’s here // ken sato x reader

Chapter Eight

note! thank u for everyone's patience! i'm sorry for the late update and rushed chapter but i hope this makes up for the wait! u all are so silly and i've been enjoying all your comments <3 thank u so much for the love and support!

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kenji stood on the base plate, calling for the baby kaiju's attention as she chirped. you stood near by him with mina hovering beside you as well. the atmosphere of the warmly colored park held a sweetness to the air.

"okay, just like this." he fixed his stance by separating his legs shoulder length. lifting the wooden bat in his hands, he showed a slow back and forth swinging motion. the baby kaiju chirped more as she raised the cute, but comedically, giant blue bat.

you didn't know where ken pulled it out from but it sure was handy to have it stored. pulling yourself out of your thoughts you focused on the both of them. "elbows up." they both raised their elbows up.

the baby kaiju was absolutely adorable to look at, her arms a perfect chunkiness, making her look rounder as she help the bat upright. kenji put his bat down, making a sound of contempt at her.

"uhuh, get ready." he waved the baseball that he now had, showing it to her. "okay, here it comes." kenji crouched down slightly, with a swift but soft motion, he threw the ball from below, heading towards the baby kaiju.

the ball hit her face, making her let out a cry from the impact as her face jolted. her once happy expression turned sad as she looked at kenji and you in pain. her fins that laid on the side of her head, frilled down in sadness, as tears welled in her eyes.

giant droplets poured out from her as kenji and you looked at each other in worry. "no no no no it's okay." the both of you ran up to her, trying to sooth her tears. she began to cry out, slightly jumping back and forth on her feet.

"oh baby, come here." you said as you reached out to her. she looked down at you, slowly leaning her head to you. you grabbed her forehead, pulling her to you as you placed a small kiss on the spot she got hit on. "see, all better!" you said smiling, making her feel better at the comfort.

you stepped back as her tears dried up, letting ken step up to her next. she looked at ken as she sniffled. he gave her a small smile. "hey, it's okay, it's okay. it happens sometimes, you just got to work at it." his voice was gentle with care, trying to keep her calm and happy.

ken took some steps back to the base he was at originally, now that she seemed calmer. "now get ready, keep your eyes on the ball." he raised a peace sign to his eyes, moving it back and forth between his eyes and the ball. you stared at him as he gently talked towards the baby. he held a soft but handsome smile on his face. you never really took notice of his features.

his eyes were sharp, but full of warmth. his nose was perfect in its own way, it was hooked nose, the arch of it reminded you a greek god in a sense. there was a small black piercings on his ears as well. it almost felt like you were staring at him for the first time all over again.

a blush rose to your face as you continued watching them. "ichi, ni, san, ball!" he yelled out as he threw the ball. it happened so quickly as you watched the baby have her bat smack against the ball, sending it flying across the sky. "woooo! yes! whoo!!" kenji yelled out in joy as he jumped. you and mina shouted out in joy as mina span around cutely with her little robot arms out.

kenji ran up to the baby kaiju, grabbing her loving by here hands. "come on girl, we gotta run the bases!" it was clear as day of his excitement. baseball was his passion, it was his sanctuary. and for the baby he's raising under his care, enjoy the one things he grew up living, it made him feel joy.

he pulled her gently, as she began to follow him. he let go of her, waving you and mina to join him in running and the baby kaiju ran behind him, copying his trail. you all laughing in joy, a special memory being created.

the baby cooed as kenji jumped back on the base, making a home run, as she stopped and leaped to it. a cloud of dust and dirt came from her feet with the force as you all celebrated.

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after the events of the day in the park, you and kenji sat in the living room as mina took care of the baby kaiju. he told you of his plans to go out in a couple of hours for a scheduled interview with ms. ami wakita. you smiled and told him to not worry as you and mina would take care of the baby in that time.

now you both sat comfortably on the sofa as he played random videos online for the both of you to watch. the your frog plushie from the night before sat on your lap, rubbing its head affectionately.

kenji eyed you from the side of his eye, admiring the way you innocently stared ahead of you. there was a soft smile on your lips, enjoying every second of what life had to bring you. it was almost funny how life had brought the two of you together because of the baby kaiju, and he was grateful.

and so were you. you were grateful to have been able to take care of the baby as you grew closer with kenji. he smiled to himself as he scooted closer to you, your body turned to look at him, to which he gave you a awkward smile. you smiled back, in a way saying he could get closer.

and so he did. he closed the gap that once existed as the two of you watched the tv. it was a comforting feeling, to feel his warmth pressed against you. it wasn't long before kenji reached for the remote, slightly lowering the audio. he turned to you, you copying his actions with curiousity.

"hey, i know i say it a lot but thank you again for all the help with the baby kaiju. the extra help has been so nice to have." his voice was soft, but loud enough for you to hear. you smiled back at him, "of course, she's like family at this point, i honestly enjoy being near the both of you."

kenji looked up happy. he reminded you of a dog wagging its tail, like those 'golden retriever boyfriends' you've heard about online. "yeah me too, i like being with you too." he said smiling wide.

"do you mean the 'both of you'?" you asked, referring to the baby and you. he shook his head. "no no, well yes, but no. i meant you. i've been really enjoying my time with you. it's been really nice to get closer to you throughout the process." his voice was almost hypnotizing, it was undeniably alluring.

"oh well- i've been enjoying getting closer with you as well." you said, slightly caught off guard by his sweet words. kenji turned more towards you, he gently reached for your hands that rested on your lap, pulling them a little more to him. your face turned red at the action, but let him continue.

kenji felt his heart swell seeing you smile softly at him. the two of you have been working together to take care of the baby kaiju, and he couldn't deny the fuzzy feeling he felt everytime he felt when he looked at you.

there was just something so alluring about you that he couldn't deny himself of. the life you both had right now felt domestic, it felt sweet. it was then that he realized that domesticity didn't sound that bad. the idea of sleeping and waking up to you, making food together, watching movies and shows.

even just the idea of cleaning together sounded sweet. he could imagine dancing and singing with you as you both cleaned with music in the background. he knew what he felt. he wasn't oblivious to what he felt, but he didn't know. he didn't know if you felt the same.

he's seen you blush but whose to say it's not a reaction from being nervous instead of being interested. the idea of you maybe feeling the same lingered, holding onto the fact that the two of you have begun to get closer, physically and emotionally.

his eyes moved towards your face, watching as you gently stared towards him. your eyes were full of love and maybe, just maybe, that love was for him and only him. taking a breath, he began to talk. "y/n, i've been enjoying our time together, like a lot. this might sound weird but i have been loving waking up to you and taking care of the baby with you. it's something new for me but i'm happy to be doing this with you all. my point is that i'm happy to have you so close to me and for us to keep getting closer and-"

a soft and gentle hand cupped kenji's cheeks, distracting him from his rambling. his eyes snapped up to yours, nervous of what you would say. "i've loved every moment with you as well, the feeling is reciprocated." you said as your thumb softly caressed his cheek.

that was all the confirmation he needed. the way you stared at him so lovingly as you gently held him, almost like you didn't want to hurt him, brought him over the edge. kenji's arms reached over to you, pulling you closer into an embrace. the distance between you lessened as he stared at your eyes.

you watched as he stared at you, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips. a pale red dusted his cheeks. your eyes trailed to his lips, not going unnoticed by him.

kenji leaned forward, the gap closing as he leaned slightly to your height. the feeling of his lips molding with your own sent you chills as he kissed you with love. you kissed him back, almost urgently as kenji leaned into you, making you fall back into the couch as his body now hovered over you.

one hand near your face help him stay up as his other hand rested at your waist, softy rubbing the skin under your shirt. his fingers were cold, making you shiver into the kiss. kenji was kissing you and you enjoyed it.

your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss. kenji groaned softly into the kiss as his hands glided up and down at your waist.

you felt his tongue prod at your mouth, making you slightly open your mouth for him. you hummed in delight as he explored your mouth with his own. the kiss felt like it went on for a while till he pulled away, gasping for air.

you stayed laying down, flushed from what had happen as kenji stared at you, who was still under him. it was then that everything that happened set into you. you had just kissed kenji. you didn't know if it was too soon but a part of you was jumping with joy.

kenji smiled at you, leaning down an placing a small peck at your lip, to your nose, to your cheeks, and forehead. he smother your face with kisses and you felt yourself turn gooey.

he pulled away, sitting up as he helped you get up. pulling you into his arms as he rested your back against his chest. his body wrapped around yours as he rested his head onto your shoulder.

"that was nice." he said softly. you knew he meant more with that, it was a sweet feeling that you both unconsciously had growing inside of you both.

he held you close, enjoying the time he had with you before his interview later. "y/n, i like you. it may come off as straightforward but i would really like to get to know you better." he softy spoke, it was different than his usual bold and prideful attitude.

you could tell he was nervous, with the way his body slightly shook from his nerves. you reached for his hand that laid at your side and grabbed it. "i like you too kenji, and i would really like that." kenji hugged you from behind, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

it was quiet for a while till you heard kenji talk. you almost didn’t hear him, thankfully being able to make out what he was saying. and gosh, did his words make you feel like putty in his hands. " we can finally say we're a little family of our own now."

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[tteokdoroki]

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜ with isagi and any kink !!!!!!

☆༉ — YOICHI ISAGI: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i’m sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.❜

extension. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. public humiliation, free-use, voyeurism + fem!reader, nsfw.

things to note. RAAA !!! luna im sorry this is so late but i was excited to do this one pls enjoy i missed isagi saur much !!!! <3

your boyfriend, isagi, is sometimes prone to selfish tendencies.

being the japanese football league’s diamond in the rough and all-star player has meant that all the best and softest parts of him have become more rigged and hard around the edges. he takes what he can get, even if it means leaving other people behind — you have to be selfish to be at the top, it’s something that you understand. 

your boyfriend is never selfish when it comes to making you feel good. 

if yoichi can help it, he has you creaming on his tongue, fingers or cock at least twice a day when his games are at home. it’s almost double on the days that you visit him while he plays away or accompany him to tournaments. he can’t keep his hands off you, can’t stop himself from needing you or claiming you — his good luck charm. especially after he wins a match, even more so if he loses one. come rain or shine, isagi is selfish with how he teases and uses your body…even in front of his friends and fellow teammates.

“y-yo…yoichi s-stop!” you gasp, face hot and voice strained.

“stop? oh i don’t think so,” isagi growls, speeding up his skilled fingers as they dance over your slit and press his name into your clit. “i don’t think you want me to stop, precious. whatever happened to ‘yes, yoichi.’ ‘whenever you want, yoichi.’, hm?”

choking on your own words, the spit that weighs down your tongue as you drool dumbly from the pleasure — you relax back into your boyfriend, fluttering around the circumference of his leaky cock as it breaches your tight, wet walls. “good girl, relax for me. let me fuck that princess hole open, hm?” he kisses the side of your face, peering down between your soiled shaky thighs to watch the way you selfishly suck him in, your cunt dribbling slick down his shaft and balls. “i love you. so fucking much.” 

isagi’s hands slip up your shirt, exposing your perky nipples, all hard for him, to the rest of the van to see. his teammates, your friends. as far as locker room talk goes, all of the blue lock boys know that you and yoichi have a particularly wild and active sex life — but they’ve never been around to see it. except for bachira, and sometimes rin. 

from across the van you can see ten sets of eyes watching you as if you’re a fountain of cold water isn’t he middle of a scorching desert — a sweet mirage for them to drink in as if they’re dying of thirst. kunigami respectfully looks out of the window when he catches your teary bambi gaze, though he does nothing to conceal the fat erection he’s sporting. nagi writhes in his seat with pink cheeks and parted lips, the front of his joggers already soiled by his leaking cock. and if you squint hard enough, you can see the way that bachira already fists his painfully hard dick to the rhythm of isagi’s shallow thrusts. 

shame intertwines with the lust that simmers in your lower tummy, coursing through your veins and spreading like a cloud over the thoughts in your brain. you like this, you like being watched while your boyfriend ravages you in front of his friends, cream frothing at the base of his shaft as it twitches inside of you.

you’d be absolutely miserable right now if you weren’t getting fucked a million ways to cloud nine — isagi’s hand on your blistering hot mound, spreading your folds and exposing your budding clit to the cold world and cruel stares. “‘ichi,’” you whimper pathetically despite bucking your hips down on him, chasing the delicious burn of his girth stretching out your sloppy walls as his cockhead glides over your g-spot. “i-ichi please…’m embarrassed… they’re watching!”

“what’s that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.” he seethes, teeth sinking into your earlobe as he forces you to listen to the salacious, sticky sounds your pussy makes as he fucks himself into you. “listen to her cryin’ for me, you’re tellin’ me you want me to stop?” you can only imagine how long isagi would keep you on the edge of orgasm if you said yes. 

when he was like this, fuelled by his excitement for the next match — he would get mean, toy with you like a cat with a ball of yarn. he twists his fingers along your sensitive clit you, winds you up from the inside and you let him. “you’re so naughty, baby. letting them look, pretty girl. you want them to see what they can’t have. what winners get when they play right.” 

gasping, your head falls against isagi’s shoulder — followed by his breathy chuckle. his hands cascade along your body, pinching and pulling, tracing your dips and curves and scars. he might be selfish enough to take you in front of the people who know you more innocently, but he’ll still prioritise your orgasm over his own. he knows just what makes you tick, how to get your pretty hole spluttering and clenching around his thick dick like there’s no tomorrow. 

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” yoichi breathes hotly, his sticky fingers, the ones coated in your juices, coming up to grab your neck tenderly — guiding your gaze up to meet his feverish midnight blue stare. his cherry bitten lips slip into a soft smirk while he languidly rolls his hips into you — feeling your arousal slide down your slit, his balls and even between your cheeks to create a slick slapping sound with the intensity of his thrusts. “go ahead, you’re such a good girl. wanna see it, make me proud, ‘kay?”

that’s all you really need to hear before your vision starts to shake and your body siezes up all at once. feathery and high pitched moans bubble up on your wet lips, your hand tangling in isagi’s sweaty dark locks while he rocks into you through your high — your juices splash out against the seat in a never ending stream — only fuelled by the team’s grunts and accompanying moans from watching you cum.

“yoichi…” you whine, back arching away from his chest and hips lifting away from his.

his lips drop to your neck in a loving and reassuring kiss as his hands settle on your waist to pull you back down onto his aching cock. “so good, precious.” he goads condescendingly. “‘m right behind you, keep that orgasm going for me.” 

it’s not long before your fluttering cunt is flooded with a pool of thick, white seed — tacky and warm against your ribbed walls. isagi muffles himself by biting down on your salt-licked flesh, panting happily against you as whe rubs approving circles into your hips. 

a silence in the van follows, only interjected by the bother boys and their own highs. “s-she just lets you use her like that?” kunigami mumbles, red in the face and embarrassed by the fact that he just nutted to his best friend’s girl. 

isagi wraps his arms around you, soothing your fatigue with sweet kisses. “i mean yeah, we talked about. it’s something she likes.” he squeezes you possesively as you drift off. “we both do.” 

“lucky,” bachira grins sickly, tucking his own wet dick away. “when do we get a turn, isagi?” 

“when you’re dead.” your boyfriend retorts, selfishly, which makes you smile sleepily into his chest. “she’s mine, and will only ever be mine.” 

sometimes your boyfriend can be selfish — but you’re mostly grateful for it because it means your chest fills with love and warmth whenever he’s possessive over you. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[yuikira]

𓈒࣪ The "you" shaped spot ₊✧

warnings: pure fluff, one implication of having sex, bits of crying, hurt/comfort, ooc kinich, very self indulgent, i apologize for mistakes.

GOD THE ANGUISH I FEEL SINCE THERE HAVE BEEN NO GOOD KINICH FICS RECENTLY

m so sorry mualani i love you but i hate you coz you're so shipped w kinich it makes me cry in anguish burn in despair and writhe in pain..coz hes mine. not yours. never yours (guys am i mentally ill)

"y/n?"

well, this was strange. if he still remembers how to read the time correctly, it's 3:30 pm and you should be at home today. yet he couldn't hear a single sound from the shared household, implying you were, infact, not at home. huh? that was wholly strange. you both had no urgent tasks for today, so where were you gone? your date was in 1½ hrs time, so he didn't have a tinge of worry about it. he knew you'd return by that time, even if you were gone somewhere. but where did you go anyway? to the balcony? xilonen's workshop? ororon's fields? mavuika's chambers? ifa's vet?

it was almost 5:30 by the time his patience finally ran out. you were nowhere to be seen, noone knew your whereabouts, your departure time was unconfirmed, and you didn't even tell him about it. he tried to distract away the thoughts that eerily haunted his mind, 'what if she's in danger? kidnapped? or perhaps, dead?'

he'd get nothing out of overthinking. finally, it all clicked to him where you could perhaps be found.

shit, and was his intuition right. he could hear the sounds of violent sobs drifting off in the sea breeze, some sniffles and pieces of incoherent speech here and there. they were yours.

"y/n? y/n!"

he gently held your shoulders and tried to pry off your palms from your face. is it too late? at last as he finally managed to do so, he saw your tinged red eyes, indicating you've been crying for a lot of time.

"what happened to you? babe? are you okay? please tell me- what happened to you? please, please please-"

"im fine, ichi, its alright"

"you dont look alright at all. what happened to you? who did this to you? this sadness?"

"oh it's just..um..this is embarassing.."

"no tell me, please baby, tell me. if you don't tell me and start crying again, i might just start crying too. please tell me"

"um.. it's...basically, these past few days I've felt like... you're.. avoiding me. like...everytime i try to approach you, you just- you just..shut me down. push me away. it maybe because I'm not living upto your expectations, but these past few days I've been feeling like you spend time with mualani more than me. it hurts so bad when my inner thoughts whisper to me, haunting me by saying stuff like you're giving the same lovesick smile to her as you do to me, and falling for her and- mfhm?!"

oh by gods, the way kinich just tenderly held you yet kissed constrastingly different, almost making you feel dizzy and lightheaded. you knew you weren't in the right state of mind after crying and struggling with your thoughts for so long, and his intoxicating kiss didn't help the matter at all.

at last when he finally pulls his lips away from yours, a tinge of bemused smile rests on his slightly chapped lips. him? in love with mualani? he'd rather give away his body to ajaw and keep himself locked in a small piece of memory inside your heart, so that as long as your heart beats, you both never get seperated. that was the best deal for him.

"look, im sorry I didn't tell you earlier and I'm sorry if I don't live upto your expectations and or are falling for mualani, its completely alright and-"

"Are you insane?"

"huh?"

"You are the words etched into my heart. You are the blood in my veins. You are the god I was born to worship. Who am I to commit such blasphemy?"

"i-ichi-?"

"You are the knowledge I seek. The love I pray for. The reason of my existence. And you still think I'd leave you?"

"wait no ichi i-"

"The symphony of my beating heart belongs to you. Only you. For long as I'm alive, its bound to beat for you. I love you, y/n. I love you so much."

Teardrops began to fall from your eyes again as he finished speaking. He'd never, ever been good with words, reflecting his love and care with his actions instead. Although he's trying to be more and more vocal for you, you'd never expected this from him.

That was the moment you realized, his heart was 'you' shaped, with every single bit of his sanity dedicated to you.

"And no, I.. I'm so sorry if i made you feel as if I'm avoiding you. I'm infact not. It's just the fact that.. I'd been trying to plan a surprise for you for our 4th anniversary, but..looks like I wasn't so slick with it. I'm sorry"

"No, no, it's fine, it's fine. I misunderstood, no need to apologise" you shook your head while holding one of his hands, the other wiping your tears off as he gently places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"It's partially my fault, for making you feel this way. Let's go home, yeah? I'll try to make it up to you. Brownies and making love later?"

You smiled. "I love you so much, it's hard to put into words like you did"

"I love you more. You're forever my girl"

[mikobeautifulheart]

How about JJK Men touching your weak spot, like on ur back or something in public and it makes you jump and them laugh.

IDK what ever you want to write but something like that.

TEHEHE YESSSS

Not edited btw :(

Weak spot

Including: Yuji and Yuta

Yuji

You were standing at the door to Yuji's dorm. He told you earlier that he would be 5 minutes late and that you could just head inside.

Was he sure, could you really just freely walk in? I mean what if he left stuff out that your not meant to see...or if he left his things out and forgot about it.

You reached out to turn the door knob before pushing the door open slowly. Everything was...normal. Clean, neat, nothing out of the ordinary actually. You walked in quietly, this place was to quiet to clean...there's got to be something he's hiding.

Well he is Yuji, he wouldn't hid anything...would he?

First you looked under the couch.

Then his desk draws.

And then in the book shelfs.

Nothing. Maybe you were just to caught up in trying to find anything interesting, in reality you knew there probably wasn't even anything there.

Finally you opened his bed room door and were about to peek under the bed when you felt something gently run down your spine making you jump slightly.

You heard Yuji's laugh "Your spine really is your weak spot"

You stood up and grabbed the pillow off of his bed and whacked him with it.

"YUJI YOU SCARED ME!"

"HEY! CALM DOWN" He said wrapping his arms around you, pushing you on his bed, his body on top.

"What were you looking for?" He asked

"Mmm nothing Yuji, I was just looking around. I guess I was right, you don't seem like a guy who hides things"

"I don't need to hide anything from you babe, I have nothing to hide" He said smiling while kicking his old Jenifer Lawrence poster under his bed.

(He forgot to throw it out before you got there)

Yuta

You were sent on a mission with your boyfriend, last one of the day. You were practically on edge after the past few nights with little to no sleep. Worked to the bone and tiered.

You and Yuta had pretty much finished the mission, but there were still traces of cursed energy so you both spilt up.

Man this sucks.

You swore as soon as this was over you were going to collapse into Yuta's arms and sleep all the way back home. But in the mean time you just had to hurry and finish this mission.

Walking down the hall way you heard something inside of a room, that was it, it was the last curse. It would be an easy kill, if only you could find the damn thing first.

You swung open the door and was hit with a wave of exhaustion hit you making your eye lids get heavier. Your vision blurred and your limbs became heavier.

"Not now" You mumbled to yourself seeing the curse move away in the corner of your sight.

You stumbled into the middle of the room and swung your arm aimlessly, managing to punch right through the curses body.

A sigh escaped your lips. Finally. Or so you thought until you felt overwhelming cursed energy behind you. Before you could turn around and react you felt a small poke on the small of your back making you jump and your knees go weak, body falling slowly backwards into something...you close your eyes to just accept your fate at this point only to be met with the sound of a light hearted chuckle.

"Y-Yuta, you rat. You know that's my weak spot" You mumbled looking up at him, seeing his smile.

"Sorry, sorry I couldn't help it." He lifted your body up bridal style and carried you out the building.

"Where's Ichi when you need him" Yuta said looking down to see you peacefully sleeping.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: So random but i'm dying with out requests, I only have two more to write and I've nearly finished them. PLEASE.

[semisgroupie]

IT’LL RUN A CHILL DOWN YOUR SPINE — OCT. 24th

serial killer!grimmjow jaegerjaquez x fem. reader

wc: 3.2k words

warnings: murder, death of a minor character, blood, talks about murder, having sex in front of a dead body, fear play, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f!receiving), grimmjow has a twisted sense of justice, grimmjow and reader are married and have two children, mentions of cheating (spoiler: hes not cheating), description of murder, stalking, eye contact, recording, blood consumption

synopsis: after letting your suspicions get the best of you, you find out a dark secret about your husband. but why does the thought of it all turn you on?

a/n: this is very behind schedule so I apologize but I hope you enjoy! zoro’s next!

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There’s a few things you’re certain of in regards to your husband; for one, he’s an amazing father. From the moment you were first pregnant with your son and then pregnant with your daughter to now, Grimmjow has been the best father to them. Secondly, he’s a great husband. He’s never put you second place and he’s always shown how much he cherishes you.

Finally and most importantly, he’s hiding something from you.

You’re not sure what it is but for the past 6 months, he’s been leaving at night and returning hours later. You know that he’s not going to work because for the 10 years you’ve been married to him, his job has never required late hours from him. You’ve been tempted to ask him where he’s been going but you can’t find the time or the words to do so. But tonight is the night you’ll find out, no matter how much it might hurt you.

You lean against the wall as you hear Grimmjow talk to your daughter. “Daddy, are you going to wear a matching costume with me?” He chuckles and brushes some of her hair back as he leans in to kiss her forehead, “of course I am, even if it means I have to wear another dress this year and have uncle Ichigo laugh at me.” You hear her giggle at the memory and a smile grows on your face, “that was so funny daddy, uncle Ichi took so many pictures of you.” You hear her yawn and Grimmjow hands her one of her stuffed animals, “I know he did, peanut, that’s why I took all of his money during one of our poker games.”

“Daddy, what’s poker?” He chuckles and reaches over to turn on her nightlight as she yawns again, “an adult game but I’ll tell you all about it in the morning. Goodnight peanut, daddy loves you so much.” He kisses her head again then shuts off her light as he walks out of her room and closes the door behind him. He smiles when he sees you and walks over, wrapping his arms around you, “did our big boy fall asleep already? I wanted to give him a kiss before we head to bed.” He rubs your sides and leans down to peck your lips, “he’s sound asleep but you can give him a kiss.” He nods and pecks your lips once more before going into your son’s room to give him a kiss then comes out to see you.

“Well it’s too late to warn you about this but Elisa wants to be Sherman for Halloween, so you’ll have to dress as Mr. Peabody.” You smile as you walk into your bedroom with him and he shrugs, “that’s fine, I’ll borrow some glasses from that orange-haired bastard they call their uncle.” You laugh and shake your head as you close the door, “you need to watch how you address him, remember when Haru called him an ‘asshole’ two years ago?”

Grimmjow chuckles at the memory and nods, “how can I forget? That was my proudest moment as a father, now it’s Elisa’s turn.” You slap his chest lightly and he grabs your wrist, “okay okay, I’ll be more careful. Relax.” He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses your knuckles then releases your wrist when his phone goes off. You furrow your eyebrows as he quickly checks his phone and curses as he pockets it. “Sorry, I have to go check on something. Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be back before you know it, I love you.” He leans down to kiss you then goes out of the room and leaves downstairs. Your mouth opens to try to respond but all you hear is the front door closing. You sigh and then reach over to grab your phone.

You go to the tracking app and chew on your bottom lip as you watch his route. You hate that you had to resort to this but you had to find out. You were able to install the tracker in the car two nights ago when he was asleep and now you can see where he’s headed. Your eyes widen when he passes by where his office is and you feel your heart pounding. The minutes tick as you watch his route then he finally stops at a location, you’re not too sure about the specifics but you do know there’s some houses in that area.

You get up and get dressed, wearing all black, then head downstairs and order an Uber for yourself. As you sit in the car, your nerves are going through the roof. You don’t know what you’ll see when you get there and your mind wanders to the worst things possible.

What if you catch him there with his mistress?

What if he has a whole other family?

You don’t even know how you’ll explain it to Elisa and Haru, it’ll break their hearts, they love their father. You shake the thoughts from your head as the car stops and you get out. You furrow your eyebrows as you look at the place and walk over to the driver's side window. “Is this the right place? It looks abandoned.” You whisper the last part and he glances at you, nodding, “yeah this is the address. Make sure you give a 5-star rating.” You step back and watch as he just drives off. You look down at your phone and check the tracker, hoping that it’s wrong but it’s not. This is where you’re supposed to be.

You chew on your bottom lip as you walk to the front door, you’re not even sure what you’ll say to him if you see him. You swallow thickly and your hand goes to ring the doorbell, by instinct, but you quickly bring it down. If you’re going to catch him in the act then you should take him by surprise. You lower your hand to the doorknob and slowly twist it.

To your surprise, the door opens. You slowly step inside and look around, the house looks abandoned. The lights that are on flicker constantly. You continue to walk around and stop in your tracks when you hear a blood curdling scream.

“Grimmjow!” You gasp and you run to where the screams are coming from. You don’t even think about grabbing something until you come across a little 4x4 wooden plank. You grab it and hold it close to your chest as you reach the steps to the basement. You’re breathing heavily as you take the first step down, your adrenaline is pumping through your veins. You go down another step and your eyes widen when it creaks loudly.

There goes your element of surprise.

Your eyes widen and you run back up the two steps and hide on the side of the entryway. Your chest heaves with every deep breath you take and your hands are shaking. You don’t know what to do, it’s not like you could surprise whoever is downstairs and attack them. But if your husband is down there and if he’s hurt, you can’t just leave him.

You take another deep breath to steel yourself then go back to the stairs. “Here goes nothing.” You mumble as you run down the stairs, ready to swing at whoever is there. All you can see is pools of blood and bloody blades once you make it downstairs. You look around and your eyes widen when you’re met with a set of lifeless eyes. You drop the wooden plank and all the blood leaves your body, you’ve never seen this person before. You cover your mouth and take a few steps back, tears spilling down your face and hands.

You continue moving back until you bump into something that wraps its arms around you.

You don’t even scream, the shock and the realization that you might die hits you. You didn’t even say a proper goodbye to Haru and Elisa. Their faces flash in your mind as whoever is behind you turns you around.

“Honey, what the hell are you doing here?” The familiar voice makes you snap your head up. There’s your husband, unharmed and there’s drops of blood on his face. You can’t even gather the words to reply to him, all you’re doing is opening and closing your mouth like a fucking fish out of water.

“It’s okay, I know. Your first dead body is always going to fuck with your head—”

“What are you doing here with this body? Why do you have blood on your face? What the fuck is going on?” You interrupt him and look at him with wide eyes. You feel sick to your stomach and you feel like you’ll pass out any second.

He moves one hand from around you and brings it to his face, wiping away some blood. “I picked up a little hobby. I’ve gotten pretty good at it if I do say so myself.” He chuckles and you place your hands on his chest to push away, “you’re killing people, that’s not a hobby. You’re killing innocent people Grimmjow!” You look at him and his face changes to an unrecognizable expression as he grips you tighter.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you. That’s why I kept it a secret but these people are far from innocent. That guy over there is the asshole substitute teacher that made Elisa cry last month. Everyone who has died by my hands has been for a good reason, they hurt my family in one way or another. Call it a sick sense of justice but that’s what I had to do. Now, are you going to go around and get me in trouble? Or will you keep this pretty little mouth shut?” He moves one hand to your chin and tilts your head up to make sure you’re making eye contact with him.

His azure eyes burn through you to your soul. They look darker, it scares you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your husband is a murderer and it all comes to you. Ever since he started leaving for ‘work’, there was a new report on a missing person or a new dead body. People online started categorizing the murders as ‘the guillotine murders” because the heads of the victims have never been found.

He taps his finger against your chin, raising an eyebrow. “I expect an answer to my question. Will you report me to the police or will you keep this as our dirty little secret?” You swallow thickly as you weigh your options, if you report him to the police then the murders will stop but it’ll ruin your family. If you don’t say anything then the murders will continue but your family will stay safe.

“I…I won’t say anything. I’ll keep this a secret, I won’t tell anyone what I saw tonight.” You meet his eyes and a wicked grin spreads across your husband’s face. “I knew you’d make the right decision, I married a smart girl.” He leans in and kisses you softly before pulling back.

“I’m sorry you had to find out like this but I knew you’d freak out and overreact. I should’ve figured you’d get suspicious and that was a cute little tracker you slipped on the car, I almost missed it but you know how much I love working on cars.” He chuckles and moves his hand from your chin to cup your cheek, “but I owe you a lot more than an apology, don’t I? I’ve been neglecting you for this shit and I’m sorry. But I’ll make it right, I’ll make it up to you starting now.” He moves his free hand from your waist down to your ass and grips the flesh tightly.

“My poor wife must have been so needy for me. But I was too busy dealing with scum.” He rasps out the last part and his eyes shift from yours to the dead body behind you then back to you. “My sweet girl, I’ll make it up to you right now.” He leans back in and captures your lips, the kiss is rough and passionate and you eagerly return it. You’re able to somehow forget where you are for the moment, pretending that you’re back home with your husband.

He leads you until you hit the table in the center of the room. He breaks the kiss for a moment to push the bloody tools off then lifts you on top of the wooden surface. He smashes his lips back against yours and moves his hands to your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the table as he grinds against you. He groans against your lips and starts kissing down your neck, nipping at the skin as he moves one of his hands underneath the waistband of your pants and panties to reach your pussy. “So wet for me, didn’t know you’re just as demented as I am.” He groans against your skin as he rubs your clit.

You gasp and arch your back as you hold onto him tightly. Maybe he’s right. You should be running to the police, you should be reporting him for his crimes, you should be doing anything but this. He slips his hand out then brings his fingers to your mouth, pushing his fingers past your lips to explore your mouth. He presses two heavy digits against your tongue and you suck on them with a sinful moan. You taste yourself on his fingers but the coppery taste also infiltrates your tastebuds.

He smirks as he pulls his fingers out then moves to pull your pants and panties down, just leaving them bunched up at your ankles. “Lay back.” He speaks in a hushed tone and you comply, he lifts your legs up then kneels as he licks up your slit. He moves his hands down your legs then uses his thumbs to spread your lips, “the fucking prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He leans in to spit on your pussy then dives in. His grip tightens as he eats you out like a man starved. His tongue alternates between flicking your clit and dipping inside of you. The combination makes your eyes roll back and your legs shake.

“Oh fuck! Don’t stop, you're gonna make me cum!” Your back arches off the table and he continues his ministrations. Your hands move to grip the edge of the table and just as the coil in your belly snaps, you make eye contact with your husband’s latest victim. A loud gasp leaves you as Grimmjow continues to lick and suck to help you ride out your orgasm. He slowly pulls away and stands, your juices coat his chin and lips.

A smirk grows on his lips when he sees where your eyes are and he moves to release his cock. He spits on his hand and rubs it along his tip before he positions it at your entrance. “Guess I was wrong, maybe you’re even more demented.” He chuckles and bites his lip as he thrusts inside of you, bottoming out in one fluid motion. He groans loudly as he wraps one arm around your legs then moves his other hand to toy with your tits.

“I’ll tell you some things about this bastard.” He starts thrusting at a fast pace, the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot each time he bottoms out and the tuft of neatly trimmed blue pubic hair brushes against your clit for added stimulation.

“Make sure you keep your eyes on him, okay?” He continues to thrust and keeps his eyes on your face to make sure that you’re still looking at the body, “this guy’s name is Nnoitra Gilga, this sick bastard enjoyed hurting children’s feelings. Like he got some kick out of it. I overheard him talking to a friend of his after he did it to Elisa, he was fucking laughing like it was the best joke ever told. So I started following him, watching his moves and his routine. No one will miss him, he doesn’t have a partner or family that cares about him enough. He lived in a shitty apartment building, it was quite easy to catch him and bring him here. You wanna know how I did it?”

He smirks as he looks at you, your eyes are still focused on the lifeless eyes of Nnoitra, trying to piece together his life but the pleasure is clouding your judgment. “Of course you do, you’re clenching around me even tighter. So he always ran in the park near the ice cream shop we always take the kids to but he took a different path where there’s no people. So I hid in one of the bushes with a big rock and when he came past I jumped out and hit him right in the temple. He was fucking heavy to drag back to the car but I did it and don’t worry, I have plastic wrap all over the trunk. But you should’ve heard his pleas and cries for mercy, he sounded so pathetic. ‘Please I don’t wanna die, please let me live. I won’t be a bad person anymore, I swear. I’ll leave this town and never come back’” he laughs as he repeats Nnoitra’s last words and shakes his head, “as if I’d let him go after he saw my face. But even if my face was covered, I wouldn’t let him go. Not after what he did to Elisa, I should’ve tortured him longer.”

He growls his words out as if he’s some kind of animal and his thrusts become sharper, making you cry out as you cum around his cock. His eyes widen as he’s pulled from his rage-filled rant and he looks down as your pussy milks his cock for the cum that hasn’t filled it yet. “You like that huh? Maybe I should just tell you the stories behind every single one of my victims when we fuck. You want that?”

He moves his hand from your chest and lifts it to your face to grip your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are darker with sinister intent. You nod slowly then respond vocally, “yes, I want to know everything.” He keeps his grip on you as he continues to thrust. “Keep your eyes on me, honey. Watch as your serial killer husband fills your cunt with cum.” He slams into you harder and throws his head back as he cums inside of you. He groans loudly and keeps his hips pressed against yours as his cock twitches.

He pants as he comes down from his high then releases your legs so he can lean in to kiss you. He pulls back and smiles, “you love your husband’s cock don’t you? Say it nice and loud for the cameras.” You look into his eyes and mirror his smile, “I love my serial killer husband’s cock.” He kisses you again and slowly pulls out of you before he dresses you then fixes himself up.

“Do you wanna wait in the car while I cut his body up? It won’t take too long, I’ve basically become a pro at this, he’s my 11th kill.” He combs his fingers through his hair and you look at the body before shaking your head.

“Can I watch?”

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[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

Chapter 47: Rivalry and Revelry

A/N: We are back at it again with a new chapter! Guys, this chapter was alot of fun to write. I did add a song in there, Juno by Sabrina Carpenter, I had that song stuck in my head, and I felt it would be fun to add it. Now heres were things get blurred, we have y/n who is being defiant when it comes to Ichiji, and she knows she has a role to play, but what happens when that role, soon becomes a little something more? Will Y/N fall into temptations?. We have that Sanji POV, and Y/N POV. Thank you guys so much for commenting, liking, sharing, and interacting with these blogs that I post. And now with out further a do, let the adventure begin!

Word Count

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x y/n, One piece x Reader. 

Sanji POV…

Minutes before Y/N and Ichiji arrive at the Chateau…

We finally arrived at Big Mom's Chateau. The sound of the calicoat's wheels on the cobblestones echoed as we came to a stop. I stepped out, taking in the massive, empty structure before me. The towering walls and opulent design might have impressed me once, but right now, all I felt was a weight in my chest. I felt trapped, suffocated by the grandeur that only reminded me of how much control they had over my life.

It was hard to breathe, harder to keep walking toward the inevitable. My hands clenched at my sides as my mind drifted back to Luffy’s words. His determined face flashed before my eyes—“I won’t give up on you!”—the sheer defiance in his voice shook something deep within me. I could still see Nami’s expression too. The way she looked at me, hurt and confused, when I told her to leave. But it was Y/N’s face that haunted me the most.

Y/N... That bastard Ichiji had taken her back to Germa to “get ready” for lunch with Big Mom here at the Chateau. I couldn’t get the image out of my mind—the way he held her, possessive and smug, like she was nothing more than a trophy for him to flaunt. When he kissed her, right in front of me, so casually as if it was his right… I could feel my blood boiling again just thinking about it.

We all sat at the grand table, the silence weighing heavy as we waited. Pudding was supposed to be arriving soon, but my mind was elsewhere. 2 hours had passed, each hour more agonizing than the last, when the doors finally opened. And there they were—Ichiji, walking in with that smug look on his face, and Y/N, with her head held high, exuding confidence like she always did.

"Sorry we're late. I needed to make sure my fiancée was feeling well," Ichiji said, his hand resting on her back as if he owned her. The word "fiancée" hit me like a punch to the gut, making me wince. But there she was, standing tall despite it all.

Y/N…

Her makeup was flawless, her hair perfectly styled, and that dress… That dress hugged her figure in all the right places, the slit teasing all the way up her left leg. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel my eyes widen in admiration, hearts practically forming as I stared at her, just like Yonji and Niji. She was stunning, radiant even—like a goddess who had descended just to torture me.

Princess, you can punish me anytime! I thought, barely containing myself, as my emotions whirled inside me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. How was she able to keep her composure so perfectly when I was falling apart just looking at her? My mind was racing—I need to tell her the truth. I have to find a way to get her out of this mess. A plan…

“Ma-ma-ma-ma! That’s alright,” Big Mom’s loud voice rang out, snapping me out of my daze. “We’re just waiting on Pudding, but… are you the infamous Princess Y/N from the Strawhats?” she asked, her tone both amused and curious.

Y/N didn’t miss a beat. "In the flesh," she said with a playful, fake bow, her voice cool and collected. She was playing her part perfectly, but I could see the tension behind her eyes.

She’s stronger than any of us give her credit for, I thought, but that didn’t make it any easier to see her with Ichiji. I had to do something—I couldn’t just sit here and let this happen. But as the clock ticked and the weight of the situation pressed down on me, all I could do was hope for a way out.

Ichiji and Y/N made their way toward the two empty seats next to me, and I had to force myself to keep calm. Every fiber of my being screamed to pull her into my arms and tell her everything—how sorry I was, how much I wanted to protect her. But instead, I watched as Ichiji, smug as ever, pulled out her chair, and Y/N sank into it. For a brief moment, our eyes met, and I saw that flicker of something—pain, maybe even rage—hidden beneath her composed exterior. My chest tightened. Y/N… my beloved princess. She was so close, but she might as well have been miles away.

I wanted to reach out to her, to take back the cruel words I’d said. "You mean nothing to me." I hated myself for it. I’d said it to protect her, to push her away, but seeing her now… it was like those words were a wound that wouldn’t heal.

Her gaze lingered on mine, and I could sense the mixture of emotions behind it—hurt, betrayal, but also the same strength that had always defined her. I could feel the weight of what I’d done, of what I couldn’t take back. But just as I was lost in those thoughts, Yonji’s obnoxious voice cut through.

“Ichiji, it looks like you have a mark on your cheek,” Yonji smirked, leaning over to get a better look.

Ichiji chuckled, all too pleased with himself, as he casually turned his head to reveal a lipstick mark on his cheek—a kiss from Y/N. That smug, self-satisfied look on his face was enough to set me on edge. Bastard… trying to stake his claim. My jaw clenched as jealousy and rage flared up in me. Y/N isn’t someone to be claimed. She’s her own person. And more importantly, she’s my fiancée, not his! It was a delusion, sure, but it was the only thing keeping me grounded in this nightmare.

“What can I say, brother? My fiancée knows how to make things interesting,” Ichiji said with that irritating smug tone, before leaning in to plant another kiss on her cheek.

I felt my knuckles turn white, fists clenching under the table. How dare he…

Yonji, with his usual tactless attitude, had the audacity to ask, “So, when’s the wedding night, huh? You guys gonna celebrate properly?” He wiggled his eyebrows, the implication obvious.

My blood boiled, my jaw tightening as I pulled out a cigarette to calm myself. The blatant disrespect, the crude way they talked about Y/N like she was some prize… it made my skin crawl. I lit the cigarette with shaky hands, trying to focus on the inhale, but before I could bring the flame to the tip, I felt a soft hand gently touch my wrist.

“Allow me,” Y/N said softly, her voice calm but commanding. She curled her right hand into a fist, then snapped her fingers. With a quick flick, she extended her thumb and pointer finger, generating a small electrical charge. The spark hit the end of the cigarette, lighting it instantly.

I blinked in surprise, caught off guard. When did she learn this technique?! I hadn’t expected that at all, but I was too stunned to hide the admiration I felt.

“Y/N… you can shock me any day of the week,” I thought, completely swooning, my heart skipping a beat. She always had a way of catching me off guard, of reminding me how incredible she really was.

Soon after, Pudding arrived, gliding into the room with her usual air of confidence. But what caught me off guard wasn’t her entrance—it was the way her gaze locked onto Y/N, as if no one else in the room even mattered. The tension was thick, almost suffocating. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing between the two of them, something I hadn’t yet figured out. Was there something behind Pudding’s intentions? I wondered.

The food arrived soon after, accompanied by a grand musical number, as was typical in this strange place. Plates were set before us, an elaborate feast meant to impress. But then, without warning, both Y/N and I blurted out in perfect unison, “I usually don’t hate food, but I hate you.”

We both froze, eyes wide, surprised at the words that had left our mouths. My gaze snapped to her, but before I could say anything, Y/N swiftly turned her head, avoiding my eyes. I could feel my heart racing, not just from the shock of our simultaneous outburst but from the reminder of how in sync we used to be. Even now, in this unbearable situation, there was still that strange connection between us.

But something else was bothering me. Y/N hadn’t touched her food. She hadn’t eaten a single bite, just like me. The only thing she had was her black tea, and that made me worry. She wasn’t the type to go without eating, especially not in such stressful times. She should’ve eaten something, I thought, growing more concerned by the minute.

The table had descended into small talk, but an undercurrent of hostility was building between Y/N and Pudding. It started with subtle glances that lingered just a moment too long and little remarks thrown like daggers.

“Tell me about your upbringing, Y/N,” Pudding asked with a feigned curiosity that I could see right through. The question hung in the air like a challenge. It was a topic no one really knew much about. I had learned bits and pieces over the years, but it felt like a loaded question—one that Y/N might not be prepared to answer in front of everyone.

I couldn't help but think back to when she first joined the crew back in Alabasta. She was only 19 at the time but showed skills that were beyond her years. The way she wielded her sword, dancing with it effortlessly, was mesmerizing. She wasn’t part of Crocodile or Baroque Works, but when Luffy had gotten himself into a tough spot, she just happened to be there at the right time, leaping into action without a second thought.

I remember the day Luffy asked her to join us. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and Y/N had smiled at him with a mixture of uncertainty and determination. But what caught me off guard was the realization that I hadn’t been the only one drawn to her. Zoro had started to get too close for my liking. The way he would stand by her during battles or share quiet moments while we were on the ship made my stomach twist with jealousy.

But now, the memories shifted back to a darker reality. I hadn’t known much about her past, only snippets. I was shocked to learn that her mother had passed when she was just eight years old, and her father had never been around. By the time she was 15, she had learned how to survive on her own. That sense of independence and strength had shaped her into the formidable warrior she was today.

At 16, she had trained with an elderly couple who recognized her potential. When they passed away, she didn’t stop fighting; she kept pushing herself to grow stronger. It was only when she was 19 that she finally met us, the Straw Hats. Her past was riddled with pain, yet she had forged a path that was truly inspiring.

As I sat at the table, I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me. I wanted to defend her, to shield her from Pudding's prying questions, but I knew that it was Y/N's story to tell—or not tell—if she chose to share it. I could sense that this wasn’t the right time for such heavy topics, especially not with Pudding’s snide remarks aimed at unsettling her.

I turned to look at her when she finished telling her story, my heart aching for the pain she had endured. Her voice had wavered at times, but she had spoken with a strength that made me proud. I wanted nothing more than to hug her, to tell her it was okay, that I was glad she was with us. “Is this why she’s fighting?” I thought, feeling a sense of clarity wash over me.

Our two-year separation had been hard for both of us, but I could see how much she had grown in that time. Landing with King and the others on that island must have been a turning point for her. Y/N always spoke with such fondness when it came to King, Sam, and the others on that island. But King had become more than just a mentor; he had stepped in where others had failed her. For the first time, she had someone who believed in her, someone who taught her not only how to fight but how to stand tall in a world that had tried to break her.

The way she spoke about him, her eyes lighting up, was something I had never thought I’d see. It was clear that he had become a significant part of her life, filling a void and nurturing the warrior within her. But it also left me feeling uneasy, like I had lost a piece of her to him. And now i'm finding out she has matching tattoos, with someone close to her… it could only be either Sam or King, Mosshead doesn't have any tattoos so its gotta be one of them but even then… I thought, even I felt a surge of jealousy shoot through me. 

Soon after, Pudding leaned over, her smile deceptively sweet as she handed me a folded note. “I need to talk to you in private,” it read. My heart raced at the implication. What could this possibly mean? I thought, studying her expression carefully.

The way she smiled at me, soft and inviting, sent a mix of confusion and apprehension through me. Was this a trap? Or was it a genuine plea for a moment alone? The tension at the table felt thick enough to cut with a knife, and my instincts screamed for me to be cautious.

I tucked the note into my pocket, trying to keep my composure as we continued with this fiasco of breakfast. I could feel Y/N's gaze on me, and I sensed the questions brewing in her mind. I wanted to reassure her that I had no intention of giving in to whatever game Pudding was playing. My focus was on Y/N, and I couldn’t let Pudding’s antics distract me from her.

Y/N POV… 

“Before we head to the engagement ceremonies for the two couples,” Big Mom announced, her voice booming with authority and excitement. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the word "couples." This isn’t a celebration; it’s a prison sentence, I thought bitterly.

“Let’s go to where you will be staying,” she continued, her tone casual, as if this was just another ordinary day. Great, so we’re not staying where I was before, I mused, a knot tightening in my stomach.

Ichiji grabbed my hand, and I felt a wave of irritation wash over me. How dare he? His grip was firm, possessive, as if he owned me, and the thought made my skin crawl. But before I could yank my hand away, Pudding’s shrill voice pierced the air, dripping with feigned sweetness.

“Well, isn’t that sweet? The two lovebirds can’t keep their hands off each other,” she said, her gaze flicking between Ichiji and me, her eyes glittering with malice.

I stiffened, fighting the growing urge to snap. This girl is really testing my patience, I thought, gritting my teeth. The smug look on her face, the mockery in her tone—it took every ounce of restraint I had not to lash out. I shot a quick glance at Sanji. His eyes were dark, stormy with anger as he watched the scene unfold, his irritation mirroring my own. I could sense his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface, his fingers twitching as if resisting the urge to step in and put an end to this farce.

But we couldn’t. We both knew we had to play this game. We had to maintain the facade, no matter how suffocating it felt. For now, at least.

Feigning affection, I leaned closer to Ichiji, feeling his body tense in surprise. I placed my hand on his chest, my touch light yet deliberate, every movement calculated to keep up appearances.

“You know, Ichiji,” I began, my voice dripping with false sweetness, “I think you just can’t keep your hands off me.” I flashed him a saccharine smile, though the bitterness in my words was hard to miss. “Isn’t that right, love?”

I emphasized the word "love" with a mocking lilt, making sure to catch Pudding's eyes as I said it. She bristled immediately, her smile faltering for just a second before she forced it back into place. The flash of annoyance in her eyes, however, was unmistakable.

Good.

Ichiji, oblivious to the tension, smirked at my words. He seemed to revel in the display, tightening his grip on my hand as if to assert his claim. His arrogance grated on me, but I forced myself to stay calm. I had to keep control, no matter how much I wanted to shove him away.

Pudding, clearly irritated by my act, tried to regain her composure, tossing her hair back with an exaggerated laugh. “How adorable! I hope the two of you can keep this passion alive after the wedding,” she sneered, her words laced with jealousy.

Sanji clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white as he fisted his hands at his sides. I could see the inner turmoil in his eyes, the struggle to hold back his anger. I wished I could do something—anything—to ease the pain I knew he was feeling, but all I could do was maintain the charade.

“I’m sure we will,” I responded coolly, leaning even closer to Ichiji, though the very proximity to him made my stomach churn. “After all, a union like ours is destined for greatness, isn’t it?” My words were like venom, though veiled in the sickly sweet tone of a perfect bride-to-be.

Ichiji chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the attention, while Pudding’s eyes flared with barely concealed irritation. She opened her mouth to retort, but Sanji finally spoke up, his voice low and tight.

“I think that’s enough,” he said, the edge in his voice unmistakable. His gaze locked onto mine for a brief moment, a silent apology flashing through his eyes before he turned to Pudding. “There’s no need to make things more uncomfortable than they already are.”

Pudding looked as if she’d been slapped, her lips parting in shock. “Sanji—” she began, but he cut her off with a sharp look, one that spoke volumes.

“Just drop it,” he muttered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

My gaze flicked back to Sanji, and though I was angry with him for being a part of this twisted arrangement, I couldn’t help but give him a subtle wink. I needed him to know that I was still in control, still defiant despite the circumstances.

The effect was immediate. Sanji’s eyes widened, and his usual calm demeanor faltered, revealing a flicker of hope and admiration. My heart ached at the sight; Stay strong, Sanji, I thought, willing him to hold onto that determination.

Big Mom, oblivious to the tension, chimed in, “Aren’t they just adorable?” Her voice was cheerful, but I could see the malicious glint in her eye. Does she really believe this charade?

Big Mom gestured grandly as she led us deeper into the palace. “You’ll find the amenities quite accommodating!” Her tone was almost jovial, completely at odds with the knot forming in my stomach. Ichiji kept his grip on my waist, a claim that both annoyed and intrigued me.

We stopped in front of a set of double doors on the fourth floor. “This will be the princess’s room,” she announced, swinging the doors open. The spacious room opened up before me, revealing a well-appointed kitchen area, several tables and chairs, and a luxurious bath and shower. Sunlight poured through a massive window, lighting the space with a warm glow.

“Looks big,” I commented, my eyes scanning the area, already plotting how I might use this space to my advantage. “Perfect,” I thought, allowing a hint of a smile to play on my lips.

“Our room looks great,” Ichiji stated, wrapping an arm possessively around my waist. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, forcing myself to maintain a semblance of composure.

“Ma-ma-Ma-ma, no! Ichiji, this is just meant for the princess! Your rooms are located on the sixth floor,” Big Mom clarified, her voice final, leaving no room for negotiation. I couldn’t help but smirk internally at Ichiji’s irritation; I could tell he hated being kept at arm’s length, especially with me so close yet so far.

Niji stepped forward, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “So, Ichiji, guess you’ll just have to settle for a distant view of your ‘princess’ for now! How romantic!” His laughter filled the hallway, clearly relishing his brother’s discomfort. It was almost satisfying to watch the dynamic unfold—two brothers at odds, with me caught in the middle, playing my part in their petty rivalry.

Ichiji's irritation flared visibly, his eyes narrowing dangerously at Niji. “Shut up, Niji. You think this is funny?” he snapped, crossing his arms defiantly, but I could sense the tension bubbling beneath the surface.

I leaned closer to Ichiji, a mischievous glint in my eye. “Don’t worry; there’ll be an opportunity soon,” I whispered in his ear, my tone sultry and teasing. The slight shudder that ran through him told me my words had an effect, even if he tried to mask it with a growl of frustration.

“Don’t tease,” he said through gritted teeth, his grip on my waist tightening, an unspoken promise lingering in the air.

“Who says I’m teasing?” I replied coyly, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck just below his ear, savoring the warmth radiating from his skin. I could feel him tense up, a mix of surprise and desire flashing in his eyes, and for a moment, the world around us faded.

But before anything more could transpire, Big Mom continued down the hall, her voice echoing off the walls. “And this is Sanji’s room.” She swung the door open, revealing a space similar to mine, adorned with tasteful decor—lavish yet somehow less intimidating than the rest of the palace.

Ichiji’s annoyance flared again as he stepped forward, disbelief etched across his features. “How does Sanji get to stay on the fourth floor while I’m stuck on the sixth?” he exclaimed, his arms crossing in frustration, clearly agitated by the situation.

Sanji stood there, his usual cool demeanor only slightly cracked as he flashed a smirk, clearly enjoying the moment. His eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and I could sense his amusement at Ichiji’s predicament. The atmosphere in the hallway shifted, a tension-filled comedy of errors unfolding before us.

“Princess, Sanji, why don’t you get settled in your rooms? I’ll show the Vinsmokes the sixth floor to their rooms. The engagement ceremony will begin at 6 PM; it’s 2 PM now,” Big Mom announced, her tone cheerful as if this were all perfectly normal.

“That sounds great,” I replied, bowing slightly to mask the turmoil brewing inside me. Ichiji, however, had other plans. He stepped closer, placing a possessive kiss on my lips that left no room for misunderstanding.

Yonji, ever the instigator, couldn’t resist a jab. “Just reminding his fiancée not to miss him too much!” he teased, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Love, ever heard the phrase ‘the heart grows fonder with distance’? Maybe that is needed,” I shot back, forcing a fake smile, my eyes glinting with defiance. Ichiji’s face flushed a faint red at my comment, and with one last irritated glance, he turned and disappeared down the hall.

Alone with Sanji now, I made my way toward my room, but he swiftly grabbed my wrist. “We need to talk…” he said, his voice low.

I yanked my hand away harshly, anger flaring within me. You said what you said. The sting of his earlier words lingered in the air, reminding me of how he had treated Luffy and Nami. I turned away from him, making my way back to my room and locking the door firmly behind me.

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Thirty minutes passed in silence as I tried to collect my thoughts. I decided to shower away the stress, and Ichiji’s unwanted touches from earlier. I grabbed a fresh robe and towel, but just as I was about to untie the halter around my neck, a knock on the door interrupted me.

I groaned inwardly. I swear if that’s Ichiji, I will slam this door so far up his...

When I opened the door, I was met with a familiar pair of blue eyes, Sanji standing there with a tray of food a glass of wine and a single, small rose.

“May I come in?” he asked, his gaze avoiding mine.

“Why bother with all this?” I said, crossing my arms defiantly.

“Please, just give me a moment…” His voice nearly cracked, the sincerity in it causing a pang of something in my chest.

I rolled my eyes but stepped aside to let him enter, locking the door behind me and adding a chair for extra security.

“Is that necessary?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Don’t care. Why are you here?” I shot back, my tone hard.

Sanji walked to the table and placed the meal in front of me. “I made your favorite…” he said, glancing at me for a brief moment.

I eyed the meal, the delicious aroma making my stomach growl. “You’re lucky I’m hungry,” I said, taking a bite. The flavors exploded in my mouth, and I couldn’t help but moan in delight.

Sanji stiffened at the sound, but I was too consumed with the food to care. I continued eating until the plate was empty, finally reaching for the wine glass beside it. The strong alcohol washed away some of my nerves but also made me feel slightly light-headed.

“Now, want to tell me why you’re here, in my room?” I asked, crossing my arms again, my irritation bubbling to the surface.

“I came to say I’m sorry for the way I treated you back there,” he admitted, not meeting my gaze.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” I replied, my voice firm.

“Look, Y/N, it’s not that simple. It’s complicated!” He raised his voice, the frustration clear in his tone.

“And you don’t think my predicament is complicated?!” I shot back, stepping closer to him, anger fueling my words. “For a second, did you think what you said would resolve anything? Did you think we came all this way to save you and end my arranged marriage?” I pressed, my voice rising.

“Luffy and the others risked their lives to save you, and you had to spew that nonsense back there?!” I felt my heart clench at the memory of his callousness. “And on top of that, you said I mean nothing to you,” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.

I removed the thigh halter and my blade, feeling vulnerable yet ready for this conversation. “For you to tell me that, for you to spew nonsense at me…” I choked on my words. “A simple ‘sorry’ isn’t going to cut it,” I said, fresh tears streaming down my face.

“The man back there wasn’t the man I knew and loved...” The admission hung in the air, heavy and raw.

“Loved...” Sanji echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I truly do love you, Sanji, but after what I saw, I don’t know anymore.” My heart raced as I revealed my vulnerability, the fear of losing him clawing at my insides.

“And to top it all off, you wrote me a note saying the only woman you want to be engaged to is me,” I added, frustration boiling over. “That makes me so mad because we aren’t even engaged!”

I felt the weight of his silence, the air thick with tension. “And here I am pretending to be a doting fiancée in a marriage I don’t want because King is hostage!” The words spilled out like venom, bitterness flooding my veins.

Sanji stepped forward, urgency in his movements, and enveloped me in his arms. “I’m sorry, Princess,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m sorry I can’t even protect you.” His grip tightened around my waist, a mixture of desperation and tenderness, grounding me amidst my turmoil.

I looked up at him, and for the first time, I saw the tears streaming down his cheeks. My heart twisted painfully at the sight. I brought my hand to his face, gently wiping away his tears, my heart aching for both of us. “Sanji…” I whispered, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.

He leaned in closer, his eyes searching mine, filled with a mixture of sorrow and longing. And then he kissed me, his lips pressing softly against mine, a tender promise amidst the chaos surrounding us. It was a kiss that conveyed everything unspoken between us, a mixture of love, fear, and desperation.

I pulled away slowly, gazing into Sanji's eyes, trying to steady my breath and regain some sense of control. "Why don’t we talk more after the engagement ceremony?" I suggested, my voice soft but resolute.

Sanji’s expression faltered, a look of slight defeat flickering in his eyes. He slowly loosened his grip, releasing me as he nodded, though the longing remained palpable. He turned as if to leave, but I grabbed his wrist, pulling him back into a deep, lingering kiss. The heat between us flared once more, my lips pressing against his with unspoken promise.

"That’s for the conversation we need to have," I whispered against his lips, winking as I stepped back. His eyes filled with heart-shaped admiration, and he swooned, "Princess, my sweet!"

I giggled, watching him exit before locking the door again. Resting my head against the door, I let out a long breath, my thoughts spinning. This conversation is going to be much needed, but I could feel the weight of it hanging over me, and a part of me dreaded it.

Turning away, I removed the halter straps and unzipped the bottom of my dress, letting the luxurious fabric pool around my feet, a physical representation of shedding the burdens I carried. The sight of it lying on the floor felt oddly liberating. I made my way to the bathroom, turning on the shower, the steam quickly filling the space.

As the hot water hit my skin, it felt like a warm embrace, soothing my tense muscles and helping to wash away the overwhelming sensations of the night. I closed my eyes, allowing the droplets to cascade over me, a cleansing ritual for both body and mind.

The sound of the water drowned out the chaos outside, providing a moment of peace where I could gather my thoughts. I leaned against the wall, letting the water wash away my tears, my fears, and my uncertainty. I couldn’t shake the thought of the engagement ceremony looming ahead, a reminder of the precarious situation I was in.

What was I going to say to Sanji? Could I trust him again? These questions twisted in my mind as I scrubbed my skin, trying to rid myself of the emotional weight that clung to me like the remnants of Ichiji’s unwanted kiss.

I lathered my body, scrubbing thoroughly, especially the places where Ichiji’s lips had touched. No matter how hard I scrubbed, I could still feel the ghost of his touch on me. Sighing, I rinsed off, deciding to switch to the fruit-scented body wash, letting the sweet aroma soothe my senses. Slowly, I felt the tension ease away, washing my face and removing all the makeup from the day.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a fluffy robe and padded back to my room, my body feeling fresh, yet my mind still racing. I was about to head to the closet to prepare when I heard a knock at the door. My heart jumped slightly, thinking it might be Sanji again.

I wonder who that could be? I thought, opening the door cautiously.

Standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a casual arrogance, was Ichiji, his familiar red-tinted shades catching the light. My stomach churned.

"Ichiji," I said, keeping my voice polite. "What brings you here?"

Ichiji held a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other, a small bag dangling from his wrist. He smirked, stepping forward and placing his foot just inside my room, effectively blocking the door. He wore a tight-fitted V-neck shirt, the fabric clinging to his defined muscles, his tattoo just barely visible. His presence was commanding as always.

"I wanted to check on you, see if you missed me as much as I missed you," he said, his voice smooth and dripping with charm.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes but forced a smile instead. "Come in," I said sweetly, stepping aside to let him in. As he entered, I noticed the way his gaze roamed my room, taking in the details with a predatory interest.

He moved closer, his body language exuding confidence as he set the wine and glasses on the table. "I thought we could have a little toast before the engagement ceremony. You know, celebrate our impending union." His tone was playful, but there was an underlying seriousness that made my stomach twist. He began to pour the glasses of wine, handing me mine, and I took a cautious sip, the rich flavor swirling on my tongue.

His gaze scanned the room quickly, lingering on the empty plate and wine glass on the table. "Dinner for one?" he asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp, almost accusatory. He drank his whole glass in one swoop, as if he were trying to drown some unspoken tension.

"I had some food sent up earlier," I replied, keeping my voice smooth, trying to keep him from guessing that Sanji had been here. "I needed to recharge."

Ichiji moved closer, his steps deliberate as he walked toward me. Without warning, his hands snaked around my waist, pulling me in closer. His fingers toyed with the strings of my robe, sending unwelcome shivers down my spine. "Why do I feel like you’re hiding something?" he murmured, bringing his face dangerously close to mine, his breath hot against my neck.

"What ever do you mean?" I forced a smile, but my pulse quickened, anxiety creeping in as I tried to maintain control.

Ichiji's gaze narrowed, a hint of suspicion flickering in his eyes as he studied my face. His grip on my waist tightened slightly, a silent warning that he wasn’t buying my casual answer. His fingers brushed over the fabric of my robe, his touch both possessive and invasive, making my heart pound with a mix of defiance and tension.

"Food... to recharge," he repeated, his voice dripping with doubt. "Is that all you've been doing while I was gone?" His fingers slipped down, toying with the edge of my robe, and I fought the urge to pull away, forcing myself to hold my ground.

I managed a nonchalant laugh, trying to mask the tension. "What else would I be doing here alone?" I replied, tilting my chin up defiantly. “You know I need my strength for… future events."

His expression darkened, and a smirk played on his lips, as if he could sense the unease I was trying so hard to hide. "You’re clever, I’ll give you that," he murmured, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he brought his face closer, his lips grazing my ear. "But I’m even cleverer. You should know by now—I can tell when something’s out of place."

I clenched my jaw, heart racing as I felt his grip tighten just slightly, enough to remind me of his control. He traced a finger up the line of my collarbone, sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine. His smirk turned mocking. "You wouldn’t be thinking about anyone else, would you?"

"Should I be?" I replied coolly, forcing myself to maintain eye contact even as he moved closer, the tension between us thick and sharp.

His eyes darkened as he studied me, his hand pausing at the hollow of my neck. "I don't share what's mine," he said, his tone dangerously low. "If I ever found out you were lying to me, or if someone else had touched what belongs to me..." He left the threat hanging, his fingers now tracing over my pulse, which betrayed my quickening heartbeat.

Swallowing, I forced a smirk. "Is that what you think of me, Ichiji? That I'd entertain anyone else?" I scoffed, turning slightly, giving myself an excuse to create a bit of space. "I’m not hiding anything." I felt my pulse steady slightly as I put just a hint of challenge into my tone.

For a second, his mask slipped, and a flash of frustration crossed his face. But it was quickly replaced by that familiar calculating smirk. "Good," he murmured, finally releasing his grip on my waist. He stepped back, his eyes lingering on me with a mix of suspicion and satisfaction.

I forced myself to keep up the charade, swallowing my pride as I tilted my head, trying to regain control. "How long until the engagement ceremony?" I asked, hoping to steer his focus back on schedule and away from whatever dangerous game he seemed set on playing.

"We have three hours," he murmured against my neck, letting his lips linger just enough to make my pulse spike. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to my skin, the calculated touch sending unwanted sparks down my spine. "And you know," he continued, voice dripping with a twisted kind of desire, "there’s a lot you can do in three hours."

He let a small, sleek black bag drop onto the floor, his eyes on me as he took his time running his hands along my back, fingers tracing the edges of my robe. The way he touched me was possessive, as if each graze of his hand was marking territory. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, "Why don’t we continue what we started back in Germa?" His voice was a low purr, the unspoken challenge unmistakable.

Before I could counter, he lifted me with an easy, practiced strength, my legs instinctively wrapping around him before I could stop myself. The sharp taste of rebellion mingled with the tingling heat he left in his wake, leaving me confused, annoyed, and caught between. He leaned in closer, voice like silk. "You smell so delicious, my fiancée," he murmured, his gaze dark and intense.

He carried me toward the bed, laying me down with calculated care, the shadow of his figure towering over me. His red-tinted glasses glinted in the dim light, an eerie reminder of his cold, unyielding nature. I reached up, grabbed the shades, and tossed them aside, letting the soft clatter echo between us. His eyes glinted with something feral, a flash of excitement that made my stomach twist.

"Now, Ichiji..." I began, trying to regain some footing in this power play, but he silenced me with that smirk, his gaze filled with dark promises I wanted no part of.

"We need to get ready," I said, voice firmer, a reminder that time was running out. He only chuckled, a deep, dark sound as his fingers began tracing up my thigh, skimming over the edge of my robe, creeping closer with every second. My resolve wavered, my skin prickling with the mix of irritation and sensation his touch left behind.

"Princess," he murmured, his voice a blend of dominance and seduction, "why resist? Can't you feel that electric spark between us?" Each word sank into me, his tone hypnotic, like he was pulling me into some dangerous current that I should’ve fought against but couldn’t.

Every fiber of my mind was screaming for me to push him away, to escape, to resist him like I had before. But my body betrayed me, responding to his every move, igniting in a way that was confusing and maddening.

Grinding my teeth, I forced out, "I’ll tell you what I’m feeling right now. For you to get off me." I gathered my strength, pressing my hands against his chest, but his grip only tightened, pulling me in closer, locking me firmly in place.

His smirk broadened, his lips just barely grazing my ear. "Is that really what you want, Princess? Because your body seems to be saying something different." His hand moved over my thigh, fingers tracing maddening patterns that sent a shiver up my spine. My back arched involuntarily, a traitorous reaction to his touch.

"Get off me," I hissed, voice laced with frustration, though I couldn’t keep the waver of desire out. Pushing against him again, I tried to create distance, but his hands anchored me to him, his breath warm against my neck.

He chuckled, dark amusement gleaming in his eyes. "You're only making this more fun for me," he whispered, lips grazing my skin with deliberate slowness. His voice, deep and dripping with control, sent another shock through me, every nerve heightened by the tension hanging thick in the air.

The intensity in his gaze was overwhelming, each look a reminder of who was in charge, of the power he could exert with just a touch. It was a game, one I’d walked into and wasn’t certain I could win.

"Ichiji," I started, trying to keep the warning in my tone, but his grip, his presence, made resistance difficult. My mind screamed to fight, but the longer he held me, the harder it was to keep that resolve intact. The heat between us was palpable, a potent mixture of defiance and desire I didn’t want to acknowledge.

Suddenly, he found that sensitive spot on my neck, his lips pressing with a deliberate tenderness that made me gasp. A whimper escaped my lips before I could suppress it, and he seemed to relish in it, his smirk widening as he started to leave a trail of slow, taunting kisses.

"My fiancée seems to be enjoying this as much as I am," he mused, his voice thick with hunger, every word weighted with satisfaction.

His lips found mine, his kiss hard and demanding, sending a surge through me that left me breathless. Each second deepened the intensity between us, the heat radiating from his body mingling with my own, creating a palpable energy in the air. The possessiveness in his touch, his insistence that I respond, made it clear: he wanted to own every reaction, every shiver, every stolen breath. My mind rebelled against the overwhelming sensations, but my body felt locked in his gravity, teetering between defiance and surrender.

For a moment, my thoughts faded into a haze, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. The tension between pleasure and frustration tangled together, blurring my focus. I found myself kissing him back, drawn into the intoxicating rhythm of his lips against mine, losing myself in the heady mix of desire. But then a spark ignited in my mind, an idea that could flip the script.

“We need to get ready for the engagement ceremony,” I murmured softly, my lips grazing his neck, letting my breath ghost over his skin. A shiver ran through him at the sensation, and I sensed his grip on my waist falter for just a moment. Seizing the opportunity, my hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the taut, firm muscles beneath his skin. I traced over his abs slowly, watching the way his chest rose and fell, his breath hitching at my touch.

Before he could react, I shifted, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling his hips. Now, I was the one on top, my robe slipping slightly, revealing just enough skin to keep him wanting more. Ichiji's eyes darkened, his grip tightening on my waist as he groaned, his hands desperate to pull me closer.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

I could feel the desire radiating from him, his body straining beneath mine. He gripped my hips tightly, trying to regain control, but I was determined to tease him. I gently grabbed his hands, guiding them to my body, slowly tracing his fingers along my curves, letting him feel the warmth of my skin beneath his touch. I moved his hands teasingly over my waist, up my sides, and then over my chest, savoring every inch of control I held over him.

“Princess,” he groaned, his voice laced with need, his hips bucking slightly beneath me as I continued to guide his hands, teasing him further. His fingers gripped me tighter as I smiled down at him, knowing I had him completely at my mercy.

“You feel that spark now, Ichiji?” I whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck again, letting my lips linger there just long enough to make him desperate for more.

"Now, darling, why don't you be a good boy, and let's get ready for this ceremony," I said seductively, brushing my lips against his before placing a deliberate, lingering kiss on them. His breath hitched as I pulled away, his eyes still dark with want, but I could feel his struggle to regain control.

I slid off him, my movements slow and intentional, allowing him to watch as I rose from the bed. His gaze followed every step, every subtle shift of my body, the tension in the room palpable. I made my way toward the small bag by the chair, pulling it open to reveal a luxurious grey satin dress inside. The fabric was soft, almost slippery between my fingers. It had a deep cowl neck that hung low in the front, exposing just enough skin to ignite his imagination, and the back was completely open, leaving only delicate straps adorned with small flowers to hold it in place.

Ichiji, still sprawled out on the bed, clenched his jaw, his composure visibly slipping. His crimson gaze never left me, a mix of frustration and desire flickering behind his eyes. His chest rose and fell heavily, the tension between us palpable as he gripped the sheets like they were the only thing grounding him. “Do you want me to wear this?” I teased, raising an eyebrow as I held the dress up to my body, giving him a tantalizing glimpse.

He sat up slightly, resting on his elbows, his expression hardening as if he was fighting for control. “Do I want you to wear it?” His voice was low, edged with roughness. “I want you to do a lot more than that.”

I smirked, letting the satin slip through my fingers as I held it up, taunting him with the thought of what was to come. “You always want more, don’t you?” I said, stepping closer to him, my words deliberately slow, watching as his knuckles whitened even further.

His eyes darkened as I approached, the hunger in them unmistakable. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, struggling to hold himself back. “Careful, Y/N,” he warned, his voice thick with restraint. “You’re playing with fire.”

I raised an eyebrow, my smirk widening. “Maybe I like the heat.”

Ichiji’s jaw clenched again, his body tense, as if every second he spent watching me pushed him closer to the edge. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto mine with dangerous intensity. “Then burn with me.”

I met his gaze, holding it for a moment, before I glanced back with a teasing smile. “Come on, we have an engagement ceremony to attend,” I said, the playfulness in my voice sharp as I watched him struggle to keep his composure. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his fists gripping the sheets like he was fighting the urge to pull me back to him.

"Princess..." His voice was thick with tension, each word strained, as if he was holding back everything he wanted to do. The battle raged within him—his desire warring against his need to maintain that facade of control.

As I stood there, holding the dress against my body, I could see the tumult within him—the way his breaths grew heavier, the flicker of frustration in his eyes as he fought to keep his composure. "You know," I said casually, glancing over my shoulder, "if you really want me to wear it, you might have to earn it."

I let out a shaky breath, trying to maintain some semblance of composure as his lips trailed further down, lingering over my collarbone. The challenge hung between us, electrifying the air. Ichiji’s expression shifted, determination replacing some of that frustration. “Oh, I’ll earn it, Y/N,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Just wait and see.”

I gave him a knowing look, my fingers casually brushing against the satin of the dress before I turned away. “Be good,” I teased over my shoulder, leaving him to collect himself as I slowly made my way toward the bathroom, the air thick with unspoken tension and anticipation.

As I reached the door, I glanced back, capturing his gaze one last time. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Ichiji,” I called, a playful challenge dancing in my tone, fully aware of the power I held in that moment. And with that, I stepped inside, the sound of my laughter lingering in the air as the door closed behind me.

The moment I was alone, I exhaled deeply, releasing the tension that had built up. How long do I have to keep this charade up? I thought, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. All I need to do is make it through this engagement ceremony, find a way to sneak out, or spot a mirror to see if Chopper and Carrot are around.

But for now, I had to play along. Let’s keep pretending, I whispered to myself. I let my robe slip from my shoulders, the soft fabric pooling at my feet. I unzipped the bottom of the dress and stepped into it, feeling the luxurious material hug my body in all the right places. The cowl neckline left just enough to the imagination, while the intricate floral details added a delicate touch of elegance.

I rummaged through the bathroom cabinet, finding an array of makeup products. They really went all out, I thought, shaking my head in disbelief. I applied some blush, mascara, and a mauve lipstick, then checked my reflection in the mirror. Perfect. With a few quick strokes, I brushed my hair into a sleek ponytail, leaving a couple of strands loose to frame my face.

Once satisfied with my appearance, I stepped out of the bathroom, scanning the room for my thigh halter and blade. My gaze locked with Ichiji’s as he sat on the bed, eyes wide and filled with unfiltered desire. His stare lingered on every inch of me, heating the air between us.

“Didn’t I tell you to be a good boy and get ready?” I smirked, my voice dripping with amusement, fully aware of the effect I had on him.

Ichiji stood from the bed, his movements slow, deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey. In one smooth motion, he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it carelessly aside. My eyes involuntarily followed the movement, tracing the hard lines of his toned chest. He caught my stare and grinned, that dangerous edge never leaving his eyes.

“Was that really necessary?” I teased, though my attempt at nonchalance faltered under the intensity of his gaze. My heart quickened, betraying the calm I was trying to project.

Without giving him another moment of satisfaction, I turned my focus back to the task at hand—the thigh halter. Lifting my dress just enough to secure it around my left leg, I made quick work of adjusting it. My fingers wrapped around the blade, feeling its familiar hum, the comforting energy pulsing through me. My mind wandered for a brief moment—Nami, I hope you’re okay. I still need my sword and other blade.

Before I could lower my dress, Ichiji was on me. In a flash, I was pinned against the wall, his hands capturing mine above my head, his body pressing dangerously close. His strength was undeniable, his dominance overwhelming. The heat of him, the closeness, made my pulse race. His breath was hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he whispered, “You’re such a tease, princess.”

A thrill shot through me, though I hated how much my body reacted to his touch. His lips found the curve of my neck, slow, deliberate kisses that sent waves of heat through me, each one harder to resist than the last.

“Do you really want me to be good?” he murmured, his voice thick with temptation, and I could feel the smirk against my skin.

“Ichiji,” I whispered, my voice betraying me as it came out more as a plea than a command. I cursed myself for the slip, for letting him affect me like this. My body arched into him, drawn to the heat of his presence, while my mind screamed for control.

His lips moved lower, trailing dangerously close to my collarbone. “You’re not so tough now, are you?” he teased, his voice a low, husky growl as he kissed along my skin. A soft whimper escaped my lips, and I bit my lip in frustration at how easily he was breaking down my defenses.

His hand began to trace the curve of my hip, fingers sending sparks through me as they moved. Just when the tension between us threatened to snap, a loud knock echoed through the room, shattering the moment.

“Ichiji! I know you’re in there! It’s time to get ready!” Yonji’s voice rang from outside, oblivious to the intensity in the room.

Ichiji growled in frustration, his lips hovering just above my collarbone as he glared at the door. “I’m busy,” he snapped, his tone dripping with irritation, but his body remained pressed against mine. He wasn’t ready to let go, and neither was I, if I was honest with myself. His lips returned to my neck, tracing their way down in a line of soft, heated kisses, ignoring the interruption as though it hadn’t happened.

“You can have fun later! Let’s go!” Yonji’s voice rang out playfully, a teasing note underlying his words as if he knew exactly what was happening behind the door.

Ichiji sighed, pulling back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, the heat of our previous moment still radiating between us. “Yonji’s always ruining everything,” he muttered, frustration lacing his tone.

“Maybe that’s for the best,” I shot back, though my body still buzzed with the lingering effects of his touch. The contrast of tension and humor was intoxicating, and I fought to maintain my composure.

Ichiji’s eyes locked onto mine, filled with a smoldering heat that hadn’t diminished in the slightest. “This isn’t over,” he promised, his lips brushing mine in a brief, possessive kiss.

I exhaled slowly, pushing myself off the wall, trying to regain my composure as I adjusted my dress, feeling the fabric cling to my skin in all the right places. “Good boy,” I teased, though my voice wavered slightly, betraying the effect he had on me.

Ichiji’s eyes followed my every movement, hunger still evident as he reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “You love pushing my buttons, don’t you?” His voice was low, filled with a mixture of admiration and exasperation.

I smirked, stepping back and picking up the rest of my things, relishing the power I had in this moment. “Well, someone’s got to keep you on your toes.”

“Don’t push me too far, princess,” he warned, though his tone was playful, a glimmer of challenge in his eyes.

“Come on, Ichiji! Don’t make me come in there!” Yonji yelled again, his voice closer to the door, impatience seeping through.

Ichiji let out a frustrated groan. “Fine! I’m coming!” he called back, but not before sending one last heated glance my way. The way he looked at me sent a thrill racing down my spine.

As Ichiji opened the door, his demeanor showed a blend of tension and annoyance. I took the opportunity to hand him his shirt with a sly smile, my fingers lightly grazing his chest as I teased, “Darling, you dropped this.”

The frustration was still evident in his eyes, but I couldn’t help smirking. “If you’d been a good boy like I asked, you probably could’ve avoided all this,” I added, my voice laced with playful defiance, my hand lingering on his chest as if to draw out the moment just a little longer.

Before Ichiji could respond, Yonji snickered from the doorway, clearly enjoying the scene before him. “Wow, the princess really has you whipped, huh?” he said, feigning shock as he glanced at Ichiji’s bare chest and the flustered look on his face. “Your fiancée is giving you a run for your money. And now you’re actually flustered! Man, I didn’t think I’d ever see the day.”

Ichiji shot a glare at his brother, but there was an undeniable hint of embarrassment on his face. “Shut up, Yonji,” he muttered, but the playful grin tugging at his lips betrayed him.

Yonji wasn’t done. “My future sister-in-law really is something else,” he said, grinning. “The fact that you’re all flustered right now? Priceless!”

Ichiji clenched his fists, clearly frustrated. “Keep talking, and you’re gonna regret it, Yonji.”

I laughed softly, stepping back toward the door. “Now, if you boys don’t mind, I’d like to get settled before the ceremony,” I said, giving Ichiji one last teasing glance. “Behave yourselves.”

As I closed the door behind me, I could still hear them bickering outside.

“She’s got you good!” Yonji’s laughter echoed through the hallway. “Flustered, shirtless, and taking orders. You’re in for one hell of a marriage, bro.”

Ichiji groaned in response, clearly not in the mood for more teasing. “Shut up before I make you.”

Smiling to myself, I leaned against the door, listening to their banter fade as I reveled in the playful power dynamic. Minutes passed as the weight of everything started to sink in.

"Y/N! Are you in here?" I heard Carrot's voice, breaking the silence.

"Carrot!" I yelled, quickly making my way to where the bathroom mirror was. "Where are you?!" I asked, my voice filled with relief.

"Boy, am I glad to see you guys again!" I exclaimed, feeling a wave of comfort wash over me. "Any word on Luffy or Nami?"

Carrot and Chopper both shook their heads. "Nope, but we did manage to tie up Brulee and this other guy."

"Ahh, you managed to tie up Branch!" I laughed.

"It's Brulee!" I heard her shout in the background, causing me to roll my eyes.

Chopper’s ears perked up as he asked, "What about Sanji? Did you see him?"

"I did, actually. We're getting ready for our engagement ceremonies..." I trailed off, shivering at the thought. "It's truly been a rollercoaster, you guys," I admitted, starting to feel the emotional weight of everything. "But I’ll be seeing Sanji tonight after the ceremony! Maybe we can come up with a plan then to find the others and stop this nightmare."

"You have a plan?" Carrot asked, her eyes bright with hope.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Find Pedro and Brook, then I’ll try to locate Luffy and Nami. Once we’re all together, we can grab Sanji and stop my wedding."

Carrot and Chopper both nodded in unison, determination in their eyes. "Right!" they agreed.

"Great work, you guys," I said, giving them an encouraging smile. They both blushed at the praise.

"Flattery doesn’t get you anywhere, silly," Chopper mumbled, blushing even harder. I chuckled softly, letting the warmth of the moment soothe the anxiety brewing in my chest. But the feeling didn’t last long.

A sudden knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. The sound of my heels echoed sharply against the floor as I strode toward it, already feeling a wave of annoyance before I even turned the handle. Something about the timing just felt... off.

When I swung the door open, there she stood—Pudding, her sickeningly sweet smile plastered across her face like she was trying too hard to fit the role of the innocent bride.

I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, barely able to contain the irritation bubbling inside me. "What do you want, Pudding?" I asked, my voice dripping with impatience. Every word felt like a jab, and I wasn’t in the mood for games.

"Oh, nothing, darling," she replied in that overly sweet, syrupy tone that grated on my nerves. Her eyes sparkled with false sincerity as she swayed slightly, like she was trying to play the part of the concerned bride-to-be. "I just came to check on you, to see how you were adjusting before our big day," she emphasized with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

I scoffed openly, rolling my eyes so hard it felt like they might get stuck. "Cut the crap, Pudding," I snapped, leaning against the doorframe as I fixed her with a hard glare. "Spare me the fake, sugary act. Maybe try it on someone who actually gives a damn." My voice was sharp, every word intended to slice through her pretense.

Her smile faltered for the briefest of moments, and for just a second, I saw it—the real Pudding. The coldness behind her eyes, the sharpness of her true nature breaking through the facade. But like a well-rehearsed performer, she quickly recovered, her expression returning to its overly sweet mask.

"Oh, darling," she cooed again, though this time there was an unmistakable edge to her voice, like honey laced with venom. "You don’t have to be so hostile. After all, we’re practically family now, aren’t we?" She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as her lips curled into a smile that made my skin crawl. "I just came to remind you that it’s time to head downstairs for our ceremonies."

I kept my gaze locked on hers, unflinching, refusing to let her words sink into me. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. She could play her games, but I wasn’t about to fall for them. Not now. Not ever.

Her smile grew smug, the mask slipping just enough to reveal the gleam of triumph in her eyes. "I’ll see you down there," she said, her voice soft yet dripping with malice, "with my sweet Sanji."

My eyes narrowed, feeling a sharp twist in my chest at her words. I forced a smile, though the venom in my voice was unmistakable. "You can try, but don't forget—this isn't over. I wouldn't get too comfortable, Pudding."

She waved her hand dismissively, but there was an edge to her movements. "We'll see," she said, her smile turning cold as she stepped away.

As she began to walk off, I slammed my door shut. "This bitch has a lot of nerve coming here with that act," I muttered, gripping my ponytail tightly. "I'm going to find you out, Pudding, and when I do, it's on."

With a final check of my appearance, I opened the door and made my way downstairs for the ceremonies. As I walked into the hall, I was greeted by several of Big Mom's guests, the lavish decorations and abundance of desserts making it feel more like a grand spectacle for her rather than an engagement ceremony. I clenched my fists, feeling the tension coil tighter in my chest as I made my way downstairs. Pudding's smug attitude still echoed in my mind, but I pushed it aside. There was no time for her mind games right now—this was a battlefield, not a playground.

As I stepped into the grand hall, I was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer extravagance. The chandeliers glittered above like stars, their warm light casting a golden hue over the tables, which were laden with extravagant desserts, intricate pastries, and cakes that looked too beautiful to eat. Ornate centerpieces made of spun sugar and edible flowers adorned every corner, giving the entire room an air of decadent opulence. Big Mom’s unmistakable taste was everywhere, and the entire hall seemed like a living monument to her power, her reach.

"This is turning more into her show," I thought, eyeing the trays overflowing with alcohol and confections. Everything was grand, excessive, and dripping with the intent to impress—no, to intimidate. There was no subtlety in Big Mom’s designs. This was her territory, and she wanted everyone to remember it.

Just then, a server approached me, his tray balanced effortlessly as he leaned in with a polite smile. "Champagne?" he asked, his voice soft but professional. I nodded, accepting a flute from him with a smile of my own. I took a delicate sip, the bubbles dancing on my tongue and the crisp sweetness providing a brief, pleasant distraction from the tension that had been building all evening. For a moment, the delicious buzz lifted my spirits, but it did nothing to shake the storm brewing inside me.

I wove through the crowd, taking in more of the hall’s grandeur as guests mingled and gossiped like they were at an ordinary party. My mind kept drifting to the mission at hand—Sanji, our friends, and how I was going to get us all out of this nightmare. As I walked, my gaze flitted from one gaudy display to the next, and just as I was beginning to lose myself in thought, I bumped into something solid, the jolt causing a splash of champagne to escape my glass.

"I'm so sorry, please let me—" I started, looking up only to meet a pair of familiar blue eyes.

“There's no need to apologize, Princess,” came Sanji's smooth voice. His hand reached out, gently grabbing mine as he steadied me. His touch sent a spark through me, one I hadn’t expected. I froze for a second, taking him in. He looked incredible—dressed in a crisp white shirt that hugged his chest and shoulders just right, and black dress pants that made him look effortlessly handsome. His hair was neatly styled, though a few strands rebelliously fell over his forehead, giving him that roguish charm he couldn’t quite hide.

For a moment, everything else in the room fell away. My cheeks heated up, and I could feel my pulse quicken. If we weren’t surrounded by Big Mom’s guests—if this weren’t a forced engagement ceremony—I would have gladly swept him away right then and kissed him, just to let him know how much I wanted to escape this madness with him. But we were in enemy territory, and every glance, every whisper carried the weight of danger.

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile as I met his gaze. "Sanji," I whispered, my voice betraying the swirling mix of relief and anxiety I felt in his presence.

Before he could say anything more, a voice from behind me cut through the moment like a knife.

“Darling,” Ichiji’s cold, commanding voice came from nowhere as his hand gripped my shoulder, spinning me around sharply. I barely had time to register what was happening before I was pulled against his chest. The force of it was startling, and my heart lurched, the delicate atmosphere shattered.

“You look absolutely ravishing,” Ichiji said, his tone dripping with arrogance as he held me close. His red eyes bore into mine with that familiar smug, possessive gleam that always made my skin crawl. It was as if he hadn’t seen me in this dress only a short while ago. His grip on me was firm, almost suffocating, and I could feel the tension building between him and Sanji. The air between them felt like it could ignite at any moment, like a crackling fire waiting for just the right spark.

I forced a smile, though my heart pounded in my chest, the warmth of Ichiji’s proximity making me uncomfortable. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear. “Remember, I have someone of yours hostage,” he whispered, his voice low and taunting. His lips ghosted over my cheek, planting a teasing kiss just below my ear. The sensation sent a cold shiver down my spine, my skin crawling with unease. Without thinking, I raised my champagne flute and downed the rest of it in one go, hoping the alcohol would help quell the rising storm within me.

“How could I forget?” I replied with a tight smile, trying to keep my composure as I felt Sanji’s piercing gaze burning into us. I could see the barely restrained fury in his eyes, and he opened his mouth, about to say something when a sickeningly sweet voice interrupted.

“Sanji~!” Pudding’s voice chimed in, her presence instantly souring the already tense atmosphere. She glided over to us, wearing a dress that was alarmingly similar to mine—off-white with delicate embroidery and a flowing skirt that swayed as she moved. The sight of her made my blood boil, but I forced myself to remain calm. Her gaze flicked to Ichiji, who handed me a new glass of champagne with an infuriatingly smug grin. I accepted it without a word, taking another small sip just to keep myself from snapping.

Pudding wasted no time, sidling up to Sanji and planting a kiss on his cheek, her lips lingering far too long. Sanji, as expected, faltered slightly, a dreamy smile tugging at his lips as he swooned under her attention. “Of course,” I thought, resisting the overwhelming urge to roll my eyes. Pudding was playing the perfect little fiancée, batting her eyes and smiling as if this entire farce wasn’t just another cog in Big Mom’s twisted machine.

“Princess, that’s a lovely dress,” Pudding said, her grin all too wide and gleaming with something darker underneath. It was the same grin she wore when she came to my door earlier, her sugary facade barely hiding the venom lurking beneath. “It suits you so well. But… don’t you think it’s a bit much for an engagement ceremony?”

I returned her smile with one of my own, sweet but sharp enough to cut through her pretense. “Why, thank you, Pudding,” I replied, letting a little more edge slip into my voice. “Though I must say, that dress of yours looks awfully close to mine.” I let the comment hang in the air, watching her carefully. “Did you pick it out yourself, or did someone help you as well?”

For a brief moment, Pudding’s smile faltered, and I caught the flicker of annoyance in her eyes before she quickly regained her composure. “Oh, I had a little help, of course,” she cooed, her voice still sticky sweet but strained. “But I thought it would be fitting for us to match, don’t you? After all, we’ll both be walking down the aisle soon enough.” Her eyes darted toward Sanji, and she leaned into him ever so slightly, her hand trailing down his arm in a gesture that was clearly meant to provoke me.

I felt a surge of anger flare up inside me, but I kept it locked down. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. Instead, I took another sip of champagne, letting the cool liquid soothe the heat rising in my chest. “Matching, hmm?” I mused, tilting my head as I eyed her up and down. “Yes, well, let’s hope our futures don’t end up looking too similar. Wouldn’t want that, would we?” My smile was razor-sharp now, and I could see the way her eyes flashed, just for a second, before she plastered on that fake, sugary smile again.

Before Pudding could retort, Sanji broke the tension. “You both look lovely. Now let’s go to our seats,” he said, gently pushing Pudding to move. Ichiji extended his arm with a flourish. “Shall we?” he asked, and I took it, walking with him to our seats.

Big Mom and Judge sat at one end, talking animatedly, while Yonji and Niji were busy eyeing the women around us, and Reiju lurked off in a corner. I continued to drink my glass of champagne, trying to drown out the growing anxiety.

The announcer began to speak with enthusiasm, “Before we get started, we usually like to hold a friendly competition among the brides-to-be!” The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement filling the grand hall. I couldn’t help but let out an exasperated groan. “Oh, you have got to be kidding…” I muttered under my breath, already feeling the champagne working its magic as the announcer continued.

“Each bride-to-be has prepared a number, and we will judge based on the crowd’s reaction!” he declared, his voice booming over the chatter of the guests.

I leaned back in my chair, rolling my eyes. “Wow, how was I not informed?” I said aloud, feeling the rush of competitiveness and confidence bubbling up inside me. I raised my hand, signaling a nearby waiter. “You, sir,” I said, my tone playful yet commanding, “please bring more champagne.”

Just then, I felt a light brush against my shoulder. Ichiji had leaned in and planted a kiss there, his lips lingering a little too long for my comfort. My heart raced, not just from the champagne but from the confusing mix of emotions that came with it. His touch was meant to claim, to remind me of the situation I was stuck in.

I forced a smile, trying to play along, but inside, I was wrestling with my own thoughts. "Mixed emotions? More like nausea," I thought bitterly, draining the rest of my champagne in one go.

“Up first, we have Pudding!” the announcer called out, and the crowd erupted in cheers once again. I watched as she stepped forward, her dress sparkling under the chandelier lights. She looked like she was ready to bathe in the adoration of the audience.

“First, I’d like to dedicate this to my dear fiancée, Sanji,” Pudding said sweetly, her voice practically dripping with sugar. Her smile was radiant, and the crowd collectively “awed” at the sentiment.

I rolled my eyes, unable to stomach the sickly sweetness any longer. The alcohol loosened my tongue, and before I could stop myself, I shouted, “Get on with it!” My voice cut through the noise, and Pudding faltered for a moment, the confident façade cracking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Reiju, standing in the shadows, smirking. It was subtle, but she was clearly enjoying this little display.

Pudding recovered quickly, but I noticed the way her smile tightened. She turned her gaze back to the crowd, determined not to let my outburst throw her off. “As I was saying…” she continued, her tone a little more strained now, “This is dedicated to my darling Sanji, who I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with.”

Sanji shifted uncomfortably beside me, his face turning an awkward shade of red. His eyes flickered over to me, as if silently apologizing for whatever was about to happen.

Pudding began to sing, something upbeat and fun, completely shifting the mood of the room. Her voice rang out clear and lively, and with each note, she added a playful energy to her performance. She swayed her hips and moved with confidence, flashing bright smiles at the crowd as she danced along to the rhythm of her own song. The audience quickly got caught up in her infectious energy, clapping along and cheering louder with each verse.

She winked at Sanji mid-chorus, adding a flirty twirl in his direction, and I could practically feel the heat radiating off him as he blushed. The crowd was eating it up, their enthusiasm rising with every beat.

I leaned back, crossing my arms as I watched her performance. "She's definitely pulling out all the stops," I muttered, feeling the competitive fire flare inside me. "But she’s not the only one who can work a crowd."

Beside me, Sanji shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Pudding and me, his eyes full of uncertainty. His conflicted expression was almost enough to make me laugh, but I kept my focus on Pudding’s performance, knowing my moment was coming.

"Still, I’ve got this in the bag," I thought, sizing her up while I took another sip of champagne, the sweet fizz fueling my confidence.

Just then, I felt Ichiji’s lips brush against my neck, sending a jolt down my spine. His touch was slow, deliberate, and far too intimate for this setting, yet it stirred something inside me. The mix of champagne and the competitiveness swirling in my chest made me almost lean into it, feeling my body momentarily relax against him. His breath was warm against my skin as he whispered, "You’ll outshine them all, my darling."

I smiled, a wave of cockiness mixing with the slight buzz from the champagne. “You might be right,” I murmured, but my eyes were still on Pudding, watching as she hit another high note, her act flawlessly crafted to win the crowd.

Ichiji’s kiss lingered, and I found myself torn between annoyance at his arrogance and the strange comfort it gave me in this hostile setting. He planted another kiss, his lips grazing my ear this time, and I felt the heat rising in my chest. Despite the situation, the competitive edge I felt was only growing stronger.

Sanji shot another glance my way, his face slightly flushed, clearly noticing Ichiji’s actions. I smirked, reveling in the tension building around me. Pudding might have the crowd for now, but she was in for a surprise when I took the stage.I felt Ichiji’s arm snake around my waist as the crowd erupted into applause for Pudding’s upbeat performance. She bowed dramatically, blowing a kiss to Sanji, who forced a polite smile in return. I could sense his discomfort from across the room, and it only fueled my determination further.

I couldn't hold back my tongue. “Yeah, we’re clapping because it’s over!” I called out, my voice dripping with playful sarcasm. The laughter that erupted from Ichiji was warm against my neck, causing me to giggle as I leaned slightly into him. The mix of excitement and the competitive atmosphere was intoxicating, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Pudding’s eyes narrowed at my comment, but I couldn’t help but relish the little victory. Ichiji, clearly amused, tightened his grip around me. “You have a sharp tongue, princess. I like that,” he teased, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my ear.

“Alright! What a performance by Lady Pudding! Now we will be taking a short intermission, and then we have Princess Y/N!” the announcer boomed, and I could hear Ichiji’s excitement echoing through the hall.

“Woah!!” he exclaimed, leaning in to kiss my cheek, his enthusiasm infectious. “I think someone’s excited,” I quipped, feeling the alcohol finally kicking in. After two glasses of wine and three glasses of champagne, my spirits were definitely soaring.

I stood up, ready to make my way toward the stage, when Pudding suddenly bumped into me, spilling her drink all over my outfit. “Oops, sorry!” she feigned, her tone dripping with insincerity. “Break a leg, princess.” With a sly smile, she turned and sauntered back to Sanji.

“This bitch,” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes as I scanned the area for napkins. Just then, something caught my eye—a stunning two-piece outfit shimmering under the lights. The crossbody top was a bold red, adorned with silver rhinestones that sparkled as they caught the light. The mini skirt flared out slightly, with a playful cut that hinted at my thigh halter underneath. And to top it off, there was a matching pair of platform heeled boots that perfectly complemented the ensemble.

“Looks like we will be having a wardrobe change,” I said with a smirk, feeling a surge of confidence as I quickly discarded my dress. The new fabric hugged my body, accentuating my curves and providing a perfect peek of my thigh halter. I spotted the garter band for my leg, the red fabric seamlessly covering my hidden weapon.

With a swift motion, I released my hair from its ponytail, shaking it out so that it cascaded around my shoulders. I slipped into the red rhinestone high-heeled platform boots, feeling the power of the transformation surge through me. Checking myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smirk at my reflection—this was the kind of look that commanded attention.

Just then, I overheard two girls nearby, their disappointment clear. “I can’t believe we didn’t get to do our number!” one of them exclaimed.

“Yeah, and we had it right too!” the other chimed in, frustration evident in her voice.

I felt a spark of opportunity ignite within me. “Ladies,” I called out, my voice smooth and inviting, “how would you like to be my backup dancers for this competition?”

Their eyes lit up with excitement, and they nodded eagerly. “Really? That would be amazing!”

“Just follow my lead, and let the music and song flow,” I instructed, feeling a rush of adrenaline as we gathered together. The energy in the room was palpable, and I knew this was my moment to shine. I grabbed a robe to cover my new outfit, readying myself for the spotlight.

“Alright, alright! I hope you guys are ready for the second act of this competition!” the announcer called, and the crowd erupted in cheers. I spotted Ichiji, Sanji, and Pudding in the front row, their expressions a mix of excitement and disbelief. I smirked to myself, thinking, You thought you were going to rattle me? You’re dead wrong.

“Now, please give a warm welcome to Princess Y/N!” the announcer declared, and I could hear Ichiji stand and clap, his enthusiasm evident.

With a deep breath, I stepped out onto the stage, my heart racing. I was handed the mic, feeling the weight of it in my hand as I addressed the crowd. “Now, before I get started, I may need help from a few of my friends! Ladies!” I yelled, and my backup dancers joined me on stage, their smiles infectious as cheers roared through the hall. "Now, ladies, why don't we give the audience a closer look." I said as they followed me from the stage to the center.

“And who could forget the outfit change?” I added, my voice dripping with playful confidence. With a dramatic flair, I removed my robe and tossed it aside, revealing the two-piece ensemble and garter band. The crowd erupted into applause and cheers, the energy in the room skyrocketing.

I glanced over at Pudding, whose face was a mixture of shock and irritation, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph. This was my moment, and I was going to own it. “My name’s Y/N, and I hope you enjoy this performance tonight!” I yelled, feeling the adrenaline surge through me.

As the beat pulsed through the speakers, I moved fluidly to the front of the stage, my gaze sweeping over the crowd with a playful spark. The lights dimmed to a smoldering red, casting a warm glow over the room that seemed to amplify the intensity. I leaned into the mic, voice dripping with allure as I sang, “You make me wanna make you fall in love… Oh, late at night, I’m thinking ‘bout you, ah-ah.” My words were laced with a sultry invitation, the melody wrapping around each syllable as I let my voice fill the air.

With a slow, intentional roll of my hips, I let the rhythm guide my every move, stepping closer to the edge of the stage. My hand traced lightly down my arm, following the contours with a feathery touch that drew murmurs from the crowd. “Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?” I purred, throwing a wink to the audience as I brought my wrists together playfully, mimicking the look of being bound. A few fans in the front row leaned forward, wide-eyed, caught up in the performance.

I took a step back, letting the beat build as I spun, hair cascading around me in a perfect arc. Dropping low to the floor, I rapped my knuckles in a knocking motion on the stage, lifting my gaze with a wicked smile. “Oh, I hear you knockin’, baby, come on up!” With those words, I rose gracefully, letting the rhythm flow through me as I dipped, spun, and swayed in perfect time with the beat.

The crowd’s energy pulsed like a living thing, electrifying the space with cheers and whistles, filling every corner with an intensity that surged with each beat. My confidence grew, feeding off their energy, my every movement a blend of sultry control and untamed abandon. As the next lyrics rolled off my lips, I let my hips sway in rhythm, moving closer to the edge of the stage with a coy smile playing on my lips.

“I know you want my touch for life…” I sang, my voice dropping to a near-whisper, drawing out the words as I slid a hand down my side, letting it trail just above my thigh. The audience’s response was instant, their applause rising as I lingered there, savoring the tension building between us. I glanced out over the crowd, catching eyes and holding their gaze for a heartbeat before letting my attention drift, each look a tease, a promise that hung tantalizingly in the air.

If I looked out, the one person I kept coming back to was Ichiji. His intense gaze was locked onto me, his eyes dark with desire and barely contained frustration. I felt a thrill shoot through me at the sight of him, a rush of exhilaration knowing I had his full attention. The way he leaned forward slightly, as if drawn to me by an invisible force, sent a spark of mischief through me.

“If you love me right…” I murmured, extending a hand toward the crowd, fingertips brushing the air just out of reach. With a playful flick of my wrist, I withdrew, stepping back with a spin that let my hair cascade over my shoulders, catching the light as I dipped low, holding Ichiji's gaze. I brought my hand to my lips, blowing a soft kiss in his direction, savoring the look of yearning mixed with determination on his face.

The beat intensified, and I let it guide me, each step deliberate, hips swaying with the rhythm. I arched my back slightly, letting my hands travel up my waist and over my chest as I continued to sing, voice smooth as velvet, “Then who knows?” My words hung in the air, full of mischief, as I dropped to my knees, sliding forward and then arched back up, the motion slow and seductive, drawing the crowd further into my world.

“I might let you make me…” I let the last line trail off into a sultry laugh, rising from the floor in a smooth roll, spinning with my hair flaring around me. I caught Ichiji’s gaze again, a teasing smile dancing on my lips, daring him to take control. The tension between us thickened, a palpable connection that only intensified with each movement I made, pulling him deeper into my web of allure.

You know I just might… I began to dance once more, the backup dancers effortlessly mirroring my every move. The energy was electric, surging through the room like a powerful wave, each beat driving the excitement higher. The lights flashed in vibrant colors, illuminating the stage and casting playful shadows that danced along with us.

“Let you lock me down tonight,” I sang, casting a playful glance over at Sanji. His face turned an adorable shade of pink as he caught my wink, the mix of flustered admiration and sheer delight on his features making my heart race. I relished the way his eyes widened, as if I were weaving a spell he couldn't resist, and the crowd's cheers only fueled that enchantment.

“One of me is cute, but two, though…” I teased, pointing at my two backup dancers. They were an extension of my energy, their smiles infectious as they twirled and swayed in rhythm with me. But then I noticed Ichiji, sitting at the table with a stormy expression. His eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of jealousy flashing across his features, sending a thrill down my spine. I loved knowing I could provoke such reactions from him, and the desire simmering beneath the surface was almost palpable.

“Give it to me, baby…” I purred, making my way toward Yonji. His gaze was fixed on me, an intensity in his eyes that felt almost possessive. I swayed my hips, the fabric of my outfit shimmering under the stage lights, drawing him into the moment while the crowd erupted into a chorus of cheers.

As I continued, I glanced back at Ichiji, and the moment our eyes locked, I could see him rise from his seat, his posture radiating possessiveness. The air around us thickened with tension, and I felt a shiver of excitement coursing through me. It was as if he was silently declaring that I was his, and the thought both thrilled and unsettled me.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love (oh),” I sang, kicking my leg high into the air with a fluid grace, executing a perfect flip that left the audience gasping. Landing back on my feet, I felt like a goddess, the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I continued to dance. The audience erupted into cheers, their applause a sweet melody that spurred me on, every shout and whistle filling me with an exhilarating rush.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love (ooh-ooh),” I continued, playfully gliding my hand over my body, feeling the heat rise as I made my way toward Niji. I could see him leaning back, a slight smirk on his face, his casual demeanor contrasting with the intensity of the performance.

“Oh, late at night, I'm thinkin' 'bout you (ah, ah, ah),” I teased, sashaying toward the table where Sanji, Pudding, and Ichiji sat. The atmosphere thickened with tension as I drew nearer, their eyes glued to my every move.

“Wanna try on some freaky positions?” I shot back at them, my voice sultry and teasing as I scurried to the table, knowing full well the effect it would have on them. I leaned closer, letting my hair fall over my shoulders, framing my face as I made my proposition.

“Have you ever tried this one?” I landed into a split, the move drawing gasps from the audience as I sent them both a wink, my playful confidence on full display. The cheers were deafening, each shout urging me on, and I could feel the heat radiating off the three men, especially Ichiji, whose expression had shifted from surprise to something more intense.

As I got back up, Ichiji stepped closer, his body language asserting his claim as he practically closed the distance between us. The possessiveness radiating from him sent a thrill down my spine. “I know you want my touch for life…” I sang, letting the sultriness wash over me, my voice dipping low as I rolled my hips in rhythm with the music. The crowd swayed with me, the excitement palpable in the air, and I could feel the energy crackling like electricity as I locked eyes with Ichiji. His gaze was intense, a mix of desire and challenge that only stoked the flames within me.

“If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me…” I teased, allowing my voice to linger on the last word, my tone dripping with seduction.

“You know I just might,” I continued, my lips curling into a smirk as I tilted my head, allowing my hair to cascade around my shoulders, giving Ichiji a taste of the tease I had planned.

“Let you lock me down tonight…” I stepped back slightly, the rhythm guiding me as I danced, my movements a siren's call to the men in the audience, their captivated expressions only adding to my confidence.

“One of me is cute, but two, though…” I twirled, my laughter ringing out as I pointed back at my backup dancers, who were keeping the crowd hyped up.

“Give it to me, baby,” I beckoned, my body swaying to the beat, drawing the audience closer, their cheers echoing off the walls as they chanted my name.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love…” As the beat shifted, I let the sultriness wash over me, the atmosphere alive with anticipation as I began the next verse, slow and sexy.

“Adore me, hold me, and explore me…” I sang, my voice a smooth caress that seemed to wrap around the audience like silk. My movements became more intimate, a soft sway of my hips as I beckoned them closer with every word.

“Mark your territory,” I purred, the lyrics igniting a spark of excitement in the crowd as I moved closer to the edge of the stage, making eye contact with various members of the audience, teasing them with my gaze.

“Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one…” The seductive undertone of my voice drew them in, and I felt the air thicken with desire. I clenched my left hand, a mischievous smile playing on my lips as I prepared for the next part.

“Adore me, hold me, and explore me…” I repeated, letting my voice rise and fall like a wave, each note punctuated by the sway of my body, drawing gasps from the crowd.

“I’m so…” I bit my lip, laughter bubbling up as I tossed my hair back, allowing the moment to stretch out, savoring the attention that enveloped me.

“Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one…” I declared, my voice full of allure, each word wrapping around the audience like a warm embrace.

With that, I launched into a dance break, performing a flawless pirouette as small flickers of flames began to dance around me, swirling and flickering in time with my movements. The flames ignited a dazzling display, casting a warm glow that added to the electric atmosphere, and the crowd gasped, a mix of awe and exhilaration lighting up their faces as they watched my every move.

“Oh, I!” I sang, letting the melody flow through me as I connected with the audience. “I know you want my touch for life.” My voice rang out, confident and playful. The atmosphere was charged, and I could feel the energy radiating from the crowd.

“If you love me right, then who knows?” I teased, laughing as I executed a perfectly timed spin. “I might let you...” I paused for dramatic effect, grinning widely. “You know I just might!” The playful banter felt electric, and I reveled in it, allowing the rhythm to carry me.

“Let you lock me down tonight!” I called out, making a sweeping gesture that drew everyone’s attention. “One of me is cute, but two though?” I pointed at my backup dancers, who giggled and mimicked my movements. The crowd responded with cheers, and I felt a rush of adrenaline.

“Give it to me, baby!” I sang, my voice soaring as I gave it my all, embodying the spirit of the song. “You make me wanna make you fall in love!” I ended the song with a flourish, striking a final pose with my dancers, smiles on our faces, breathing heavily from the exhilarating performance.

The crowd roared and chanted “Princess! Princess! Princess!” The sound enveloped me like a warm embrace, and I couldn’t help but laugh into the mic. “Thank you!” I breathed out, overwhelmed by the support. “Let’s give it up to these lovely ladies over here!” I gestured toward my backup dancers, who beamed under the spotlight, soaking up the praise. I could see Pudding’s confident smirk falter, and I felt a surge of satisfaction. This was my moment, and I was determined to make it unforgettable.

“That was incredible!” I laughed, smiling as I tried to focus on my breathing. The announcer returned to the stage, his eyes wide with excitement. “I’ve never seen something like that?! The crowd roared with enthusiasm, clearly enjoying the spectacle. The announcer declared, “I believe this round goes to the princess!” The crowd erupted in cheers, chanting, “Princess! Princess!”

I smiled, glancing over to see Ichiji clapping enthusiastically. “That’s my fiancée!” he yelled, his voice booming through the cheers. My heart fluttered as I caught Sanji's gaze; his eyes held a mix of pride and admiration that made my cheeks heat up.

I made my way back to the table, grabbing a glass of water to cool myself down, the cold liquid refreshing against my throat. I sighed in relief when the waiter brought me another glass of champagne. Just as I took a sip, Ichiji gripped my waist, pulling me down onto his lap.

The warmth of his body against mine sent a jolt of energy through me, and I could sense the intoxicating mix of alcohol and desire radiating from him. I noticed Sanji gritting his teeth, a flash of anger flickering in his eyes as Ichiji’s hand rested firmly on my garter band.

Ichiji leaned closer, planting a teasing kiss on my lips, his breath hot against my skin. He smirked as he playfully tugged at the band on my leg. “Easy there, tiger,” I said, my voice light but laced with a hint of warning as I removed his hand from my garter, taking another sip from my champagne to steady my nerves.

But I could see the heat in Ichiji’s gaze, the way his eyes darkened with desire, a primal hunger that made my heart race. The alcohol must have gotten to him too; he was a man in heat, and the tension between us crackled like electricity. His grip tightened around my waist, pulling me closer as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “You really know how to put on a show, princess,” he whispered, his voice low and sultry, sending shivers down my spine.

I bit my lip, the thrill of the moment both exhilarating and dangerous. I couldn’t deny the magnetic pull between Ichiji and me, but I also felt the weight of Sanji’s gaze, the conflict swirling in his expression. It was a precarious balancing act, and I was teetering on the edge, caught between desire and the consequences that lay ahead.

I gently stood up, feeling Ichiji's grip tighten slightly as I moved away. Then I sat right back down, a teasing smirk on my face. Ichiji looked momentarily annoyed, but then his expression shifted as he noticed Sanji’s intense gaze lingering on us. A wicked smirk spread across Ichiji’s face, reveling in the tension he was creating.

Pudding, sensing the charged atmosphere, suddenly interjected by grabbing Sanji's hand and intertwining their fingers. “Princess, that was quite the performance,” she said, her voice dripping with faux sweetness.

“Thanks, I guess,” I replied, continuing to sip on my drink, my mind wandering to when the food might finally arrive.

“You might want to work on your footing, though. It looked a bit sloppy from where I sat,” she quipped, her tone sharp.

“Dear Ocean... I know this bitch is not trying me today...” I thought, the irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

“Funny, I should tell you the same thing, considering how you tripped and ruined my dress,” I shot back, unable to keep the smirk from my face. “But in a way, I should thank you; I got to wear this bad boy.” I took another sip of my champagne, relishing the look of annoyance spreading across her face.

“That was my outfit!” Pudding retorted, her annoyance palpable as she crossed her arms, glaring at me.

“It didn’t have your name on it,” I replied coolly, letting my gaze drift to Sanji for a moment before returning to her. “Besides, I look better in it anyway.” “In fact…” I stood up, doing a little spin to showcase the outfit. “Look at the material; you be the judge of it.” I settled back down, taking Ichiji's whiskey and savoring a sip, relishing the smoky flavor that filled my senses.

The tension in the air shifted again, a charged silence hanging between us. Sanji’s jaw clenched, and I could see the conflict in his eyes as he struggled to process the scene unfolding before him. Ichiji’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying the drama.

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Time passed as we indulged in our respective meals, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement and the lingering energy from my performance. Plates clattered, glasses clinked, and laughter filled the room, but I could still feel Sanji’s gaze on me, heavy and intense. Just then, Yonji approached our table, a mischievous grin on his face that immediately put me on guard. 

“So, princess,” he said, leaning in with a playful glint in his eye, “do you offer private lessons or…?”

I choked on my meal, a piece of food nearly catching in my throat. “Excuse me?” I gasped, quickly reaching for my drink to wash it down. The heat of embarrassment surged through me, turning my cheeks a shade of crimson.

“Knock it off, Yonji,” Ichiji interjected, shooting him a warning glance. I laughed, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in my cheeks as I wiped my mouth with a napkin, trying to regain my composure.

“Not interested in teaching any lessons,” I retorted, playfully glaring at Yonji, who feigned innocence. As I turned away from the banter, I felt Sanji’s intense gaze burning through me. My eyes met his for a brief moment, and I could feel the emotions he was trying to hide. The way he looked at me—there was something deeper there. ”

“I think it’s about time I head back to my room,” I said, standing up from the table, trying to escape the weight of those unspoken words. Before I could leave, Ichiji grabbed my arm, yanking me back down.

“You’re not going anywhere, princess,” he said in a low, controlling tone. His grip was firm, and for a moment, I faltered, taken aback by the sudden forcefulness.

“And why the hell not?” I shot back, narrowing my eyes at him, my voice steady.

Before Ichiji could respond, Pudding’s voice chimed in sweetly, her presence entering the scene as if she’d been waiting for the perfect moment. “Princess, leaving so soon? We haven’t even heard the wedding toasts yet,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Toasts?” I asked, confused and slightly annoyed. How was I not aware of this?

The announcer took the stage once more, calling everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! It’s time for the grooms to recite their toasts to their respective partners-to-be,” he said with enthusiasm, completely oblivious to the tension brewing at the table.

“Really? How am I always out of the loop with these things?” I muttered to myself, trying to contain my frustration.

“First up, Sanji!” the announcer called, motioning for him to begin.

Sanji stood up slowly, clearing his throat. His gaze briefly flickered towards Pudding but quickly shifted back to me, lingering there as he spoke. His words were careful, filled with emotion, but they weren’t directed at her. Each phrase, each heartfelt line, seemed more meant for me than anyone else in the room.

“To my love,” Sanji began, his voice soft but steady. “It’s hard to find the right words to express how much someone can mean to you, but when you find them, you realize they’ve been there all along, quietly making every moment better just by being in your life.” His eyes never left mine. "Sometimes, words aren’t even necessary... sometimes just being near them is enough to make everything feel right.” He took a deep breath, finishing his speech without once meeting Pudding’s gaze.

The crowd applauded, completely unaware of the hidden meaning in his speech. I glanced down, my heart racing at the intensity of his words.

Next, it was Ichiji’s turn. He stood up confidently, taking my hand in his own. “To my fiancée,” he began, his voice dripping with charm as he raised my hand to his lips, kissing it softly. His eyes locked onto mine, a smirk playing on his lips as the crowd around us ‘awed’ at the gesture. “I never imagined I’d be standing here like this, but I must admit, fate has a funny way of bringing two people together. I look forward to what the future holds for us, princess.” His grip on my hand tightened slightly as he finished, and I couldn’t help but feel the pressure behind his words.

After the speeches concluded, I excused myself once more. “I just need to step outside for a moment,” I said, forcing a smile as I pecked Ichiji on the lips quickly. He nodded but watched me closely, a hint of possessiveness flickering in his eyes as I left the hall.

Once I was outside, I leaned against the wall, resting my head back and closing my eyes for a moment to breathe. The walls seemed to close in on me, and I needed a moment to clear my thoughts. After a few deep breaths, I decided to wander the halls again, seeking a little peace.

As I passed by a large, open door, something caught my attention. I peeked inside, moving carefully to avoid making any noise. My heart dropped as I recognized the familiar voices inside.

“Let me go!” a voice shouted, full of defiance.

“Luffy?!” My mind raced as I took in the scene. Luffy and Nami were trapped inside a strange, cell-like book, the pages surrounding them like a twisted cage. They struggled against the tacky bindings that held them inside, and I could see their frustration etched on their faces. Guarding them was a figure that resembled a cream-colored monster, a sinister smirk playing on its lips.

“What the hell is going on?!” I thought as I watched them struggle, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I gotta save Y/N! I gotta find Sanji!” Luffy yelled, his determination unwavering despite the situation. The urgency in his voice made my heart clench. "I have to help them!" I thought, adrenaline surging through me as I scanned the room for an opportunity.

My eyes darted around, taking in the chaotic scene. The guard was momentarily distracted, eyeing the struggling duo with amusement. I noticed the bookshelves above, filled with ancient texts and scrolls. Inspiration struck, and I clenched my left hand, feeling the familiar surge of white flames coursing through me, ready to be unleashed.

With a focused motion, I pointed at a random book, summoning the energy within me. A bolt of fire shot from my fingertips, striking the book and igniting it in a blaze. The flames quickly spread, causing the guard to rush towards the fire in a panic, trying to extinguish it before it could reach the other books.

With the coast clear, I rushed towards Luffy and Nami. “You guys!” I whispered, kneeling beside them.

“Y/N!” they shouted in unison, and I quickly shushed them, checking over my shoulder.

“Are you guys okay?” I asked, my voice still hushed.

“Just barely! But I’m glad you’re okay!” Nami replied, her face softening with relief.

“I’m glad you’re both okay too,” I said with a small smile. “Have you seen Sanji?” Luffy asked loudly, causing me to shush him again.

“I don’t have much time, but Sanji and I are meeting tonight,” I whispered. “I promise I’ll come back for you. Nami, you still have my weapons, right?” She nodded.

“Good. I’ll come back for those too.”

Just then, a voice interrupted. “Hey! What are you doing here?”

I turned around, my heart skipping a beat as I realized I’d been discovered. “Time to act,” I thought. Smiling innocently, I quickly came up with an excuse. “I’m sorry! I’m new here, and I got lost trying to find my way out.” I clenched my right fist behind my back, feeling the electric surge building within me.

“The library is forbidden territory unless Mama is with you,” the guard said, getting ready to attack.

I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head. “You do realize if you hurt me, my fiancée Ichiji will know. He’s a Vinsmoke, and you’ve got an alliance with Mama, right? It would be a shame if all of that got jeopardized just because of one little mistake.” My voice was calm, but my threat was clear.

“Nice one, Y/N,” Nami whispered behind me.

The guard glared at me. “Hard way it is!” he shouted, lunging at me.

I leaped back, dodging each of his strikes with ease. “Easy there, big guy,” I teased, keeping my distance.

“Careful, Y/N! His cream is really hot!” Luffy yelled.

“Well, lucky for you, Captain, I can get even hotter,” I said, my entire body igniting with white flames. I charged toward the guard, dodging his attacks with backflips, and then delivered a powerful flame-infused strike, sending him flying back.

Just as I was about to free Luffy and Nami, an arrow flew past me, narrowly missing. “Damn it!” I muttered as another guard appeared.

“I’ll come back, I promise!” I whispered to Luffy and Nami before running up the stairs, trying to stay ahead of my pursuers. Once I reached the door, I kept running until suddenly, I was yanked into a nearby room. A hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream.

“Where did she go?!” I heard the guards shout from outside. “I don’t know, but find her!”

As the door closed, the hand was removed. I spun around, ready to fight.

“Easy, princess. It’s just me,” Sanji said softly, raising his hands in surrender.

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[danketsuround]

An Informal Guide to Writing about School in Japan

Sorry for posting this so late! Thank you for your patience.

This post should be used as a general reference for when you're writing something that takes place in a Japanese school. I made this because there have been a few stories (and even real articles!) written by people who seem pretty... uninformed about how Japanese schools actually work, but please use this as a framework for your story rather than a complete Bible.

Note: This post is informed by two things - my experience working at Japanese public schools, and being an American. The things I include in this post will be things that stand out to me as someone from the states. That being said, Japanese and American schools operate very differently, so there will be a lot!

A Year Overview

1st semester begins in April, and ends right before summer break in June. 2nd semester begins in late July or August, and ends before winter break in December. 3rd semester begins in January and ends in late March.

There is a very short spring break between 3rd semester and the entrance ceremony in which teachers/staff are told if they will be moving to a new school or not. This is specific to public schools. Academies/private schools likely don't adhere to this exact rule since they're contracted for a certain amount of time.

Grades and Classes

In large schools, each grade is divided by class. Each class has about 25+ students in it depending on the size of the school. In elementary school, junior high school, and high school, classes are either divided by letter or number.

For example, if you are a JHS 2nd year in the 1st class, you will be in 2-1. If you are an ES 5th grader in the B class, you will be in 5-B.

Kindergartens and daycares divide classes differently, and are called things like "Rabbits" or "Lions" - I don't think there's any real meaning behind what animal they choose, though. The word for "class" in Japanese is 組 ("gumi"). When referring to a certain class, we usually just say - using the same examples as above - ichi-gumi (Class 1), B-gumi (Class B), usagi-gumi (Rabbits)

Ages and Years

Elementary school - 1st grade through 6th grade (Ages 7 to 12)

Junior high school - 1st year through 3rd year (in the states, we would call it 7th through 9th grade. Here, they say JHS 1st year, 2nd year, 3rd year) (Ages 12 to 15)

High school - 1st year through 3rd year (same note as above, 10th through 12th grade) (Ages 15 to 18)

Homerooms

As stated above, each grade is split up into sections, called homeroom classes. In JHS and HS, a teacher will be in charge of one homeroom class as well as one main subject. Not all teachers have their own classrooms (depending on the size of the school, sometimes you have more subjects to teach than students!) but most of them do. However, that doesn't mean there is a dedicated "math room" or "English room" - instead, teachers will move to different classes, and students stay in their homeroom. In elementary school, your homeroom teacher will typically teach every subject. Of course, there is a teacher per subject per year. For example, if you're in a mid-sized junior high school, there would be 3 English teachers.

Between classes, students have a 10 minute break or so. This is so students can use the restroom and drink water (they can't do it during class) as well as prepare their materials for the incoming teacher. Class leaders will also go to the teacher's office and will sometimes be tasked with carrying materials to class or preparing something separately (like turning on the projector, the TV, getting white boards, etc.)

School Subjects

Besides the core subjects (English, social studies, math, science, Japanese, P.E.), Japanese schools also have calligraphy and home economics.

Homeroom teachers will also be asked to teach sougo (interdisciplinary studies) and moral education. I believe sougo is a fairly new subject that was added to Japanese curriculum a little over 20 years ago - from my understanding it's kind of like a psychology, economics, and sociology class all wrapped up into one. Moral education, on the other hand, has been described as "very Japanese" by all of my coworkers - it's like a "here's how we follow the rules", "here's how to be polite", "here's why having good behavior is beneficial for everyone" type of class.

Japanese schools also do not offer advanced classes. All students are expected to take the same class unless they have been put in the special needs classes for learning disabilities, mental health problems, or behavioral issues. Special needs classes tend to be taught at a lower level and sometimes a mix of grades as well. Special needs students "belong" to a specific class (like, 1-1 or 2-B...) but they study in separate, smaller classrooms (sometimes just called Special Needs 1, Special Needs 2...) Some students who need special care but are willing/able to join regular classes will have a support teacher with them. One of my students is partially deaf and needs careful instruction but can otherwise sit and participate in class like everyone else.

The Teachers Office

All teachers' desks are in the teachers' office. There, we prepare for class, have meetings, take a short break, drink coffee... etc. - and teachers who do not have a homeroom class also eat lunch there. Typically, all teachers who are in charge of the same grade will sit together.

Students are allowed in the teachers' office, but they have to state their name, their grade, class, and their purpose for coming. An example would be: "Excuse me. I'm Momo Taro from Class 3-2. I've come to see Kaguya-sensei. Excuse me."

Then, when they leave, they have to say: "Pardon me" (失礼いたしました). Some of my students get in trouble if they don't announce themselves properly or make a mistake in front of the wrong teacher!

And, a small bit about teachers' names

There are some Japanese last names that are extremely common. Did anyone see that article that claimed everyone in Japan will have the same last name by 2531? Funny stuff.

That's why a few teachers go by their first name. It's not rude at all when half of your staff is Suzuki and the other half is Sato.

Teachers, of course, follow the same formalities that students do by using [Name]-sensei with each other. It would actually be considered highly HIGHLY inappropriate to refer to another teacher with -san or -chan in school - unless you're extremely close and just joking around...AND you're both female...a male teacher would not survive doing that.

A Typical School Day

It varies, but schools often start around 8:10 or 8:30 in the morning, and students go home around 4. There are typically 6 periods in a day, with an hour break in the middle of the day to account for lunch and recess - yes, junior high school and high school students get recess, too! Though, older students often use it to study or have a meeting with their club. At my school, my students are required to read in the morning.

Students are really busy and have jobs around the school. There are class leaders - who come to the teacher's office to ask what needs to be prepared for class - and there are students who run the morning, lunch, cleaning ("souji"), and end of the day broadcast, and students who are in charge of grabbing and setting up school lunch in the classroom. Of course, there are club leaders and student council as well.

Uniforms (students)

Uniforms are required for both public and private schools in Japan. Some elementary schools do not require uniforms, and others do. It's extremely rare to find a JHS or HS that doesn't require uniforms, but they exist.

Some schools are more strict than others. The main points are: no piercings, no makeup, no unnaturally colored hair (yes, this includes blonde, but not brown, as some Japanese people do have naturally brown/light brown hair!) - skirt length, shoe color (white only), wearing a hat, jewelry, manicures/nail polish color all have rules mandated by the school. Some schools even have certain haircuts they require students to follow! If a student has long hair, they will usually be asked to wear it in a low ponytail. Of course, not every student follows the rules anyways.

They also have outside clothes called "jerseys" that they wear under their uniform. This way, students are able to change freely in the classroom before/after gym or recess.

Uniforms (teachers)

Teachers are not exactly held to the same standard, but it depends on the school. While private schools are apparently waaaaay more strict about what their students and faculty wear, public schools don't really enforce it at all. The typical uniform is a collard shirt and slacks, but teachers who are in charge of a sports club can get away with the occasional jersey/sport shirt and shorts.

Everyone who comes into the school must take their shoes off and change into slippers or indoor shoes (shoes you bought that you have decided are only for wearing inside and have never ever touched the outside ground before...)

We take our shoes on and off.. a lot. That's why most teacher's inside shoes are comfortable slip-on sneakers or loafers. I've never in my life seen a teacher lace up their shoes before. Hell, my inside shoes have zippers. It just takes too much freaking time!

The Thing About Shoes is...

I said some stuff about shoes above, but I wanted to note that the student and teacher entrance is different. Students have rows and rows of lockers to switch out their own shoes, which is (often) conveniently placed near the school grounds where they play sports.

The teachers' entrance is the regular front entrance, and we have our own lockers as well. There are shelves of slippers that belong to the school for any guests who come in, or students who forgot their inside shoes that day, lol.

Yes, yes, yes - we are required to wear inside shoes with no exception. One of my students was injured and in a wheelchair and he still had to change out his shoes, so..

Discipline

It's basically impossible to get expelled, and things like ISS simply don't exist in Japanese schools. Don't be mistaken - that certainly doesn't mean students do not have behavior issues - MY STUDENTS ARE BAD!! But they don't really get punished for it in ways you would see at an American school.

Most discipline is delegated to the homeroom teacher (or whoever else's class you're failing, lol). Some problems are severe enough to be escalated to a meeting with your parents or the vice principal ("kyoutou-sensei"), but I've honestly never seen the principal do any student discipline, and I've never seen a student be suspended or expelled.

Japan is really keen on making sure everyone gets an equal opportunity for education, even for students who have behavioral issues or would do better if they were homeschooled.

Now, corporal punishment is illegal in Japanese schools. Making students stand outside of class holding buckets of water because they forgot their homework (or whatever you might have seen from slice of life comedies..) is a thing of the semi-distant past. That being said, there is still no shortage of verbal harassment from strict teachers onto their students. I think the most common form of strict discipline that is *still* accepted is a teacher laying it on a student in the office, then sending them back to their homeroom in tears.

Yes, while humiliation sometimes hurts even worse than a ruler to the hand, no one says anything about it. That's the older teacher style. To be honest, younger teachers aren't strict enough with their students sometimes. Including me, cause I'm a pushover, lol.

Club Activities

Club activities are my students' entire LIVES. My students really like handball and track, and are sometimes staying after school 5-6 days of the week. It's not uncommon for students to go to school on the weekends or during summer/winter break. It's also not terribly uncommon for students to be part of multiple clubs, so long as they don't intersect with each other too much.

Clubs are typically anything to do with music or sports. It's not unheard of to have debate clubs, English clubs, literature clubs, calligraphy clubs, theater clubs, etc. either - but I would say that's more common in cities where schools have more opportunity to compete or perform with many other local schools.

A note about mandatory Education

Once you graduate junior high school, your period of compulsory education ends. In other words, you can stop going to school and you don't have to go to high school. You also do not have to have a high school diploma or GED to attend college, but you still have to find a college that will accept you.

Other random stuff (and debunking anime-ish myths)

In summer, students go swimming! They are required to learn how to swim from elementary school.

Teachers don't have smoke breaks during class. No one has time for that, and if you're caught by a student or another teacher, you're fucked. We do it by the 7/11 after school like normal people.

Cram school ("juku") is a thing and a LOT of students are in it. One of my students is in a swimming cram school.

Being openly LGBT in Japan is hard, but it's not impossible. There are some openly LGBT students, especially in large cities. For teachers, they don't really talk about their personal life very often (I think it's a bit taboo..) so I wouldn't imagine anyone would feel pressured to out themselves at all.

Bullying is a big problem, but it's also one of the most widely studied and discussed problem regarding Japanese schools. Some people like to say that it's much worse in Japan, but I would argue it's fairly similar to the states. Severe bullying (in which a student is physically tormented or abused) is less common than things like spreading rumors, singling out someone, or cyberbullying.

Extra credit is not a thing, but some teachers are more lenient than others about deadlines.

Yes, students are able to express themselves freely. They often do, very loudly and opinionated...ly. Or, uh, mine do.

On a test or worksheet, circles are good and checkmarks are bad.

Schools have a lot of various events, assembles, festivals, and school trips - all of which are organized by students and homeroom teachers who don't get paid enough to stay as late as they do ;D

We don't use substitute teachers. Usually the schedule will change or another teacher will fill in during their free period.

Annnnnnd that should be it. If you have any specific questions or need clarification, you are welcome to reply to this post or send me a message! I can try and answer them to the best of my ability. Every school is a little bit different, but this is truly a "general" "overview" of school life in Japan.

Thanks for reading!

[cactuscoolerr]

heyyy just read ur most recent isagi fic!! and it was amazing!! but while reading it I got sad thinking of how he's already experienced:(( idk if u take requests...but if u do,, could you please consider making an angst with this scenario? thank you sm

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG

also this was hardly angst.. i suck at angst so sorry :ccc

ANYWAY SLIGHT ANGST TO FLUFF 🙏

after your first time with your boyfriend, you found yourself constantly thinking back on something he said during sex. it made you feel like an idiot for even asking that stupid question during such an intimate moment. now all you could think about was if you were good enough or if he was even satisfied with you.

you could tell that isagi immediately took notice and grew concerned about you. even if he didn’t ask you about it, you knew.

even now, you could feel his gaze on you as the two of you sat quietly on the couch. you were scrolling through your phone as he read a book - the one you had recommended to him a few days before.

a deep sigh fell passed your lips and you glanced up, watching how he quickly looked back down at the pages to pretend like he was reading the whole time. you saw a small blush creep up on his face and you rolled your eyes, finding him adorable. “why’re you looking at me, ‘ichi?”

he looked up at you and brought the book down to sit in his lap, still opened to the page he was ‘reading’. “i wasn’t, sweetie. are you ok? need anything?” he asked and you squinted at him. “no.. i’m fine. are you ok?”

isagi stared at you for a few seconds before nodding. “i’m fine too.. just thought something was on your mind”

“you were the one staring” you said in a harsh tone, though you didn’t mean to. his eyes widened slightly and you immediately wanted to take it back. “i’m sorry” isagi said quietly and quickly went back to reading, the light blush coming back to his cheeks. you figured that he felt embarrassed, which made you feel bad.

a softer sigh fell passed your lips this time and you got up to go lay down, suddenly feeling exhausted.

it didn’t take long for isagi to come looking for you, gently knocking on the door before coming in and sitting on the bed in front of you. isagi brought his hand to rub gentle circles on your thigh as he waited a few seconds to speak.

you avoided his soft gaze but sat up, ready to give him your attention.

“what’s wrong, baby?” isagi’s tone was gentle and filled with concern. “i’ve noticed that you haven’t felt the best lately.. did something happen?”

you took a deep breath and finally met his gaze. “it’s stupid..” your voice cracked slightly and isagi quickly moved to pull you into his arms, effortlessly caressing you as you say in his lap. “it’s not stupid if it’s making you cry, sweetie. tell me what’s wrong”

“i hate that you’ve been with other girls,” you cried softly. “i’m not experienced and i feel like it wasn’t good enough for you” isagi felt you press your face jnto his neck and he shivered slightly at the feeling of your tears falling onto his skin, but he didn’t pull away from you. “what are you talking about, baby?”

“i don’t know,” your voice cracked and isagi rubbed gently circles into your back. “i’m sorry.. i hate this feeling so much..”

“aw sweetie..” isagi cooed softly and pressed a gently kiss to the side of your head. “you’re okay, baby.. take your time, ok?” he held you against him tightly, still rubbing small circles into your back while he brought his other hand to gently caress your head.

“sorry..” you sniffled and pulled away.

isagi watched you with a gentle gaze and a soft smile. “that’s okay, baby.. tell me what’s wrong, yeah?” you nodded slightly and looked down at your hands. “you said that you’ve had sex before and it just made me feel kinda weird because i was still inexperienced” you sniffled again, “it’s stupid, i’m sorry”

“it’s not stupid,” isagi smiled and brought his hand under your chin to make you look at him. “i understand, ok? i shouldn’t have told you that.. and since i did, i should’ve told you that i didn’t mind if you were inexperienced”

you didn’t believe him but still nodded. “sorry..” you spoke softly and isagi laughed softly before kissing your forehead. “don’t be.. i’m sorry for not reassuring you”

“if anything,” isagi’s voice grew deeper as a smirk appeared on his face, making you blush. “you being a virgin was so fucking hot. you know why?”

isagi chuckled as you quickly shook your head and he gripped your chin, though still remembering to be gentle. “because you were so fucking tight and so fucking sensitive” he leaned into your ear as he spoke, making you shiver from his breath fanning at your ear. “i’ve never cum that fast in my life”

he leaned back and instantly laughed at your embarrassed face. “stop laughing!” you whined and pushed your hands towards his face, which surprised isagi. a sound of surprise sounded from him as he fell back with you on top of him, followed by a soft groan.

you breathed quickly into his chest, not expecting to have pushed him over. isagi held onto you tightly and breathed out a laugh. “guess i deserved that.. shouldn’t have teased you, hm?”

isagi laughed at your glare before gently kissing your lips. “you ok then?”

you nodded slightly and isagi smiled at you. “good.. i really hate it when you’re upset” he frowned softly and you cupped his cheeks before kissing him deeply. “i love you”

isagi chuckled and kissed your face repeatedly. “i love you more, baby” he moved to kiss your lips and pulled back to look at you with a loving gaze. “you know.. i really did mean it when i said you were better. loved how tight you were”

“shut up!” you whined and slapped his chest before laughing with you face buried in the crook of his neck.

[ichijager13]

Teach Me How To Be Loved

Chapter XV Who am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, past relationships: Reiner Braun x reader, Jean kristein x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Reiner Braun, Jean Kristein, Carla Jäger, Sophie Jäger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

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A/N: Hey, hey, heeeeeey! Guess who have decided to pick up her fanfic and update it. Yes, this lazy Ichi! I'm really sorry for taking so long to update, I didn't abandon this story, I promise.

Also thank you so much for reading and supporting my works.

Ichi  ❤️  

Quickly glancing at your reflection in the mirror, you tucked the rebellious locks behind your ear and smoothed your ponytail. It took you a while before you realized you were smiling at the woman staring back at you. Lately, you had been smiling a lot. You were sleeping better, and you felt happier. It was all thanks to him. Thanks to Eren.

With this thought in mind, you opened the door and threw yourself in his arms.

“Easy girl. You startled me.” He giggled, wrapping his arms around you. Nothing eased your soul and mind more than his warm embraces and presence. Whenever he was around, you felt light and carefree. Like the first page of a new sketchbook. “I just went to buy some croissants a couple of blocks away.” His voice was warm and soothing, like the first ray of sun after months of cold winter. “How about we continue this inside?" he asked a few seconds later, playfully poking your nose.

Smiling, you laced your fingers with his and led him inside your apartment.

There was something about this man that made you feel warm and fuzzy. Something you had always tried to name but failed to Was it his emerald green eyes and the way they looked at you as if you were a unique piece of art? The tone of his voice that softened whenever you were around? The bright smile that made his eyes shine and your heart jump in its place? Maybe it was the way his heartbeat synched perfectly with yours whenever you found yourself in his embrace? Or maybe it was all of the above and much, much more.

The feeling of his hand caressing your hair lovingly brought you back to reality.

“What’s on your mind, love?” he asked, offering you one of those smiles that made you want to hug him and never let go.

“You,” you instantly replied without thinking. Your cheeks turned crimson the second you realized what you had just said. Feeling shy, you buried your face in his chest.

He slowly cupped your chin and made you look at him. A smile curled up the corners of his mouth before his arms dropped to your waist. “I’m happy I’m up there,” he breathed against your lips before leaving a couple of chaste kisses. “Did you eat?” he inquired as he pulled away, and it made your heart melt. You had no idea what you did to deserve someone like him, but you were glad to have him in your life.

“No, was waiting for my handsome man.” A cheeky smile adorned your blushing face, making him chuckle.

“What a lucky man!”

After you two had breakfast, you did the dishes while he went to take a shower. You were about to finish when you heard the soft ding of received notifications.

A few seconds later, you grabbed your phone and checked the notification.

You had no clue how long you had been standing there, staring at your phone in shock. Feeling overwhelmed by your racing thoughts and feelings, you didn’t even notice Eren’s presence until he placed a hand on your shoulder and called your name.

“Are you alright, love?” His voice was filled with genuine concern as his eyebrows shot up his forehead.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, pocketing your phone. “Just one of those war videos popped in.” You managed to pull up a smile before looking at him. “Want me to blow-dry your hair for you, dear?” you asked, hugging him.

Please don’t ask more questions.

“Would love to!”

Relief washed over you as those words came out of him.

After he left, you spent most of the evening staring at the text you received earlier that day. The number wasn’t registered, but you knew it was your sibling’s.

The noises coming from the living room were terrifying. Feeling your sibling’s small body tremble next to you, you moved closer and wrapped both arms around the frail silhouette. Your father had always scared you to death, but there were nights, like this one, when the word fear failed to come close to describing what you were feeling.

Hiding in your closet, you tried to stay as quiet as possible. If only you could stay hidden until he’d pass out on the couch from how much he drank that night. Trying to remember why he was angry this time, your brain kept racing as angry curses and threats reached your ears. You kept repeating that you needed to remain quiet, to not lose your grip and cry, to not utter a sound or a breath. You needed to stay here until the storm passed. You needed to hide your little sibling. To protect them from the monster you referred to as ‘dad’.

Dad, the word rotted in your mouth and felt like poison each time you said it. Deep down inside, you knew that you had a father, not a dad.

‘Dad passed away last night. The funeral will be held this Thursday afternoon.’ Your eyes scanned the two lines over and over again. It felt weird because, for you, your father died the day you left for college over a decade ago.

Sitting on the floor, bearfoot, you continued staring at your screen. Having no idea what you were experiencing, you let your head fall back as your tears silently traveled down your flushed cheeks.

Why are you crying now? The voice inside your head scoffed. He finally got what he deserved.

But you knew you weren’t crying because of that. You weren’t sad because he died or for his loss. How could you be sad for losing what you never had? How could you cry over someone who has hurt you for years? Someone you would never forgive. And even if you wanted to, it was too late. You crossed the point of no return years ago, and there was no going back now. There was nothing to go back for.

Remember all the things he did to you? all the bruises and stitches. All the scars and wounds. The voice kept arguing. Remember how he hurt you? how he damaged you. how he brought you down and broke you to pieces. The voice persisted. It became angrier, slowly becoming scary. He’s worse than Jean.

You knew that, and you weren’t willing to forgive him for that. You never intended to do so.

Then why the fuck are you crying?

You wished you had an answer, but you didn’t. You wished you weren’t this lost. You wished the news left you indifferent.

A couple of hours later, you finally found the resolve to stand up and go finish your work. With a cup of herbal tea in one hand and your phone in the other, you were about to take place by your desk when you received a call.

Frowning, you rejected it, but the number called again. After the fourth attempt, you gave up and took the call.

"Hello, sis, it’s been a while,” the voice greeted. Hearing how much it changed, you realized it had, in fact, been a while. That little, soft voice that asked you a million questions was no longer there. That innocent voice was gone. and that convinced you more of how pointless it was to dwell on the past and try to rebuild burned bridges.

“Hi,” you simply replied.

Discouraged by your cold tone, they took a deep breath before asking, “How are you?”

“Known better days.”

“I can imagine,” they mumbled. "So... are you coming?” they asked after a brief hesitation. “It’s been years, and I... I need your presence. I need you, sis.” Their voice broke, and you could’ve sworn you could hear your heart crack. But they had made their choice years ago when they decided to forgive your father. To choose him over you. To choose the one who mistreated them over the one who looked after them and loved them unconditionally. Each time you remembered that night, your heart fell to pieces and your soul shattered. You and your sibling made an oath. You promised each other to stay together, to help one another, and to start all over again far away from that doomed house.

It’s about time we went back home. Their words echoed infinitely in your head. Forgive and forget, sis. He’s our father, after all. He’s the only family we have left. Their words were mixed with angry voices and loud banging against the door. They were covered by the sound of hectic sobbing and whispered promises. Promises little you made to make out alive, to escape this living hell as soon as possible, to seek freedom and live.

“I’ll wait for. Please, you don’t forget the pro—” Knowing what they were about to say, you hung up before they had the chance to finish their sentence.

“Why, why, why, why!!” you kept repeating as a broken record. “Why do you always insist on doing this to me?" You fell to the ground, crying. “Why now. Why. I’m finally happy. I’m finally having a normal and peaceful life. I’m finally living my life.” Your fist slammed the cold floor beneath you over and over. “Give me a break. Haven’t you had enough?"

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Happy birthday to ICHIIII!!!

A LITTLE LATE I KNOW I'M SORRY ToT

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Your girlfriend was big Miku fan... there was no way of avoiding that one fact. So what better way to make a gift than to bake her a Miku-themed cake?!

You found some nice chocolate-blueberry cake recipe and decided to use that for your cake!

Luckily for you, you had whole Leo/need on your side for this little project~ You managed to convince Saki to change the time so they'd hangout in the morning, afternoon will be left for just you and her, and then you all will go stargazing during evening!

Girls were supposed to take good care of Ichika untill afternoon! Your only task was to finish decorating the cake you baked yesterday and left to cool off for the night... but... you may've regreted not paying as much attention to your girlfriend's idol...

"Were her bangs always like that?"

"Is this the right color?"

"Her eyes look... weird..."

"THAT'S NOT THE RIGHT MIKU"

Let's just say... those quotes of yours describe perfecly how your decorating went...

You finally went to begging Saki yet again to confirm you're looking at the right picture...

"<SAKIII is this the right Miku??>"

"<Yes! But you better hurry up... Ichi is already going to your place>"

"<ALREADY?! Alright thanks!! I'll manage!"

You had great plan... no, perfect plan! It did include lying to your girlfriend, but you were right now desperate for some time...

"<Hello m'love! Can you buy some blueberries on your way to my place?>"

"<Of course! How much do you need?>"

"<Just a little... one box should be good.>"

"<Alright, I got you!>"

Then you sent some haerts to not make her suspect a thing... and maybe it worked because she gave you her usual answer too!

Now... with limited time and 100% right Miku, you began fixing the cake for your girlfriend... And blueberries you asked weren't bad idea after all! You could actually use them for decoration!

After around 20-30 minutes, you were finally done... and with a sigh, you took a short rest on couch before hearing someone ring at your door...

"Ichika! So happy to see you! Come in!"

You moved aside so your girlfriend could enter your house. She quickly stepped in and handed you small box with blueberries.

"I hope these will be enough..."

"Definitely! Follow me, I got something to show you!"

You took the box and began walking towards the kitchen with her following you out of pure curiosity.

Once the two of you entered and you revealed the Miku cake you made, you could see her eyes gently widening and sparkling, and her mouth parting into small "o" shape.

"I-Is this seriously-?!"

"Happy Birthday, Ichika!"

In response she simply gave you a big tight hug, not hiding how excited she is about the cake you made for her.

"Thank you so much! This is certainly one of my best birthday cakes!"

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow - come get your Miku lover!

[queenmina37]

hi!! i found out your bleach x bnha crossover series last night and i DEVOURED it, i had such a great time reading it and it's so funny 😭 i just wanted to say thank you for sharing such a brilliant brainworm that will probably now live in MY brain forever 💜 i know it hasn't been updated in like a year but that won't stop me 😾 and since we're here i figure i'll ask something: how would aizawa react if he found out ichigo has two whole *kids*?

again, Thank You and hope you have a good day 💜

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA You're the person who left comments on Ghost Hunters of UA, aren't you?? I'm so glad you liked it!

This is an interesting thing because I could actually swear that I've written something about this? Actually, I just realized that I probably have some parts of the story written... that I haven't posted... because... I don't even know... I remember that I had the very last story for the series written, but I didn't want to post it if the rest of the series was still not finished, but I might actually post it at some point, if I can just remember to do that.

But I could swear I've written something about Aizawa finding out about Kazui and Ichika? It's possible it's one of the group chat chapters that I wrote and then decided not to go through with the idea at all? Yeah, actually, I just found it and it's definitely like that.

I'm not going to put this on ao3 (at least at this time), but since you asked, here you go! Please remember that it was written before the first chapter of Ghost Hunters of UA, so it might not be entirely accurate, for example with what happens in that story, but, yeah, anyways.

Karakura Gang + Stragglers (Group chat name)

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

Ichigo

God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)

Uryuu

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

[A picture of the living room of the Ishida Residence. Sitting in front of a dark wine red couch and the low table in front of it, on the floor, are two boys around the same age. One of them has wild, spike orange hair that is just slightly smoother than Kurosaki Ichigo’s spiky hair. He’s grinning brightly, his purple eyes alight. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a baby blue hoodie. The other boy also had orange hair, though of a different, darker shade than the other boy’s. He was beaming. He had dark blue eyes. Both boys were staring right at the camera.]

Why is kazui in my house

Assno (Asano)

asdfghjkl

Reject Universe (Orihime)

Oh!

I didnt know kazui was over!

Dragon (Tatsuki... I think?)

Oh my god what the fuck

Arrancar Translator (Chad...?)

Huh

Queen (Rukia)

Oh my god how is he over there?????

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

omw dont let him leave

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

Bit late for that

Reject Universe (Orihime)

I just got home and he just ran out (°-°)

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Is he scared of u?

This is like the third time he has done that right?

Reject Universe (Orihime)

Oh no surely not right?

I dont want kazui to be scared of me!!

Queen (Rukia)

He isnt scared orihime I promise

God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)

He just gets similar alarms ringing like when rukia smiles when he has done something he shouldnt have done

Also im coming over, see if I can hold him down long enough for renji to drag him back home

Karakura Red (Karin)

Caught the little shit

Bringing him home but ichi-nii should still come keep an eye on him

Me and yuzu have shit to do

God’s Worst Mistake (Ichigo)

omw

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

I will be there in a few hours once these idiots get the senkaimon going

Queen (Rukia)

Might be good

Kazui has been taking it rather hard that ichigo is on such a long mission

A bit of time alone with his dad will do him some good

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

Im sorry

Kurosaki has a son?

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Wait we didnt tell u?

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

No????

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

He has a wife and a husband too

Assno (Asano)

Some of us cant find one and he went and got himself two

Arrancar Translator (Chad)

Actually he has two kids

Son and daughter

Reject Universe (Orihime)

Oh but renji is actually ichika’s dad

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

What

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

Kazui and ichika are twins

Ichigo is kazui’s dad

Renji is ichika’s dad

Simple

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

In what universe

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Well I mean they have the same mom and are twins so its pretty simple

Must Protect (Yuzu?)

Aww!

[A picture of Ichigo laying down on the couch in the living room of the Kurosaki Residence. He has one hand under his head, while the other is wrapped around Kazui, who is laying between him and the back of the couch, his head on Ichigo’s chest. Both have their eyes closed. Ichigo is in his shinigami uniform.]

They are so cute!

Queen (Rukia)

Is he purring?

Karakura Red (Karin)

Of course hes purring

This is ichi-nii we are talking about

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

I’m sorry

Kurosaki

Purrs?

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Like an engine yeah

But only when he naps with the kids

They love it

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

??????

How???????

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

You havent heard him purr before?

Arrancar Translator (Chad)

He was already doing it in middle school but it escalated in high school

Queen (Rukia)

It escalated even more after he died

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

And then it became exclusive to the kids

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

????????????????????

God’s Antithesis (Ishida)

Wait

What do you mean its exclusive to the kids

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Its exclusive to the kids?

He only purrs when he wants to nap with the kids?

Queen (Rukia)

It calms kazui down and he falls asleep within seconds

Ichika too but thats because shes been conditioned into it rather than it being natural like with kazui

Why?

Karakura Red (Karin)

He does it with me too tho

Yuzu too

Reject Universe (Orihime)

He did it to uryuu once too!

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

What??????

Karakura Red (Karin)

Urahara said its a hollow thing

Pack thing and all that

Must protect little ones

Hes trying to calm down and put to sleep any younger relatives essentially

Must Protect (Yuzu)

Yeah I hear the visored do the same with him too

But he never does it to them because they are older than him

Karin has done it to me too

Karakura Red (Karin)

Yuzu!!!

Dragon (Tatsuki)

Oh my god

Assno (Asano)

Y r u guys so pure?

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Im not sure what about having a bloodthirsty cannibal in your head is pure but u do u buddy

Assno (Asano)

Wait no!!!

Panicked into Solutions (Renji)

Also I will be there in another 30 mins

Must Protect (Yuzu)

Stay for tea until they wake up!

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

I

I hate to break this to you people but kurosaki is expected at school tomorrow morning

Karakura Red (Karin)

Thats what shunpo and sonido are for

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

What does that even mean

Improvised Molotov Cocktails (Mizuiro)

He fast

Caterpillar Man (Aizawa)

That explains literally nothing

Queen (Rukia)

It explains literally everything