#Ace is a little shit but what else is new

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When they accidentally kabe-don you feat: Epel, Jamil, Jack, Deuce genre: fluff, budding romance notes: reader is written as Yuu, not gender specific, no pronouns used,

when he’s hiding from Vil

Epel just needs a break now and again. The skincare routine, intonation and vocabulary training, posture correction, calories check…everything is little too much for today. 

He honestly just wanted a rest in the courtyard before Vil figured out he’s skipping out on his lessons. Which is how you found the lavender-haired freshman laying behind the bushes. 

“So, how long are you planning on hiding?” You asked him with a cheeky grin Epel doesn’t appreciate

“When I’m good and ready” or caught. Epel whispered those last words under his breath as he guessed that Vil had already noticed his absence and was looking for him or had ordered Rook to bring him back. 

“Monsieur Cherry Apple~” Speak of the devil

Epel cursed as he heard the hunter’s call and in hurried desperation, pulled you down with him as he rolled into the bushes. He didn’t realized how he pinned you down as he peered out through the gaps of the leaves trying to see if Pomefiore’s vice housewarden was out of sight. 

He only realized his position when he heard a shaky tone whisper his name. 

He looked down to see you looking at him, surprised and flustered. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he assessed his situation. His arms and legs caged you underneath him, and the low height of the bushes forced him on his elbows and knees to avoid peaking out from the foliage, so your bodies were so close that he swore he could feel your heartbeat (which he noticed were quite fast) on his own. 

He’s been trying for so long to make the first move on you but now that he had you so close to him, he’s blanking on his next move. He’s wondering what would Leona do in this situation? Heck, what would Vil do? 

Epel was so nervous that he didn’t notice your own mental battle as you decided what you should do. You were fidgeting with your hands whether you should push Epel away or if you should pull him by his cute little bowtie. Finally you decided to shoot your shot, reaching out to touch the lapels of Epel’s school jacket, gently pulling the flustered freshman towards you. 

Taking the hint, Epel started to lower himself as he watched your expression for any last minute second thoughts or discomfort. You showed none. 

Too bad that’s as far as he got as reality smacked him in the face with a burst of light shining through a sudden gap of the leaves being pushed away. 

“Beaute! A beautiful embrace between two young lovers, intertwined like vines of the foliage that hides their rendezvous from the eyes of their peers.” 

Rook’s sudden intrusion forced the two of you back to your senses as you and Epel scrambled out from each other’s arms, looking away in embarrassment. 

Perhaps because Rook senses the awkwardness, Rook reached for Epel and pulled him to walk with him towards the Mirror Chambers to head back to the Pomefiore dorm. 

“I sincerely apologize, young freshman. But, our esteemed Housewarden is awaiting our presence as to begin your daily lessons” 

Epel didn’t grumble or sigh under his breath at that like he usually would. Instead, his thoughts were swirling around the last few minutes with you. He’s stunned and honestly a little giddy over the positive step in his relationship. You reached for him, right? That means you, his crush, want something more with him, right? 

Epel braved a glimpse behind him and noticed you fanning yourself to cool your warm face. He felt his ego swelled at the notion that he made you that way. 

He promised to himself that he’ll be the one to make the first move next time. 

when he saved you during Basketball Club 

Basketball was one of the few aspects of Jami's life that doesn’t revolve around Kalim or his duties as the servant of the Asim family so he assumed that he could have some time away from his responsibilities. Too bad that’s not the case when Floyd, the wishy-washy eel merman and Ace, the scheming slacker are his clubmates. Whenever one or both of them are here, there’s always a possibility of something that is bound to give Jamil a headache. 

Today was a little different however, when Ace decided to invite you to watch the club activities. Regardless how quiet or chaotic you are, Jamil would much rather deal with you than the worrisome Floyd and no, it is not because he finds you charming or attractive in any way. He swears it’s not that…not at all. 

You sat on the side benches, watching and sometimes giving encouraging hollers to your friends, including him which certainly boosts the morale of the club members. Almost unfortunately so as Floyd started getting too into his slam dunks. In his manic glee, the eel merman wanted to see if he could slam the ring hard enough to break it. 

Despite everyone’s pleas not to do so, Floyd went for it and slammed the basketball hard, succeeding in bringing the ring down along with the ball. The rest of the team ran from the hoop as the ball that was still stuck in the net of the hoop bounced towards you, bringing the ring with it. 

With quick reflexes, Jamil dove towards you to push you away from the ball’s path. The Scarabia student covered you as the both of you got on the ground, the basketball safely bouncing away from the two of you. 

Recovering from the fall, Jamil raised his head to survey the damage. It looks like the ball lost its momentum and is now rolling to a stop somewhere far from him. He sighed a breath of exhausted relief and looked down to ask if you’re alright. 

Still a bit shaky, you answered back with affirmation as you loosen the tight grip you just realized you had on Jamil as you must have wrapped your arms around his neck when he reached for you. To be fair, Jamil also just realized he had placed one of his hands behind your head, worried you might hurt yourself when diving to the floor. 

The both of you didn’t say anything else, lost in each other’s presence as you both wondered what’s the best course of action. Jamil is a tactful man but even he can be confused as to what to do. He searched you for a clue as to what you’re thinking. Were you uncomfortable? Scared? Maybe happy? 

“Floyd, this is why we said stop. Now how are we gonna play?” Ace complained to the tall Octavinelle student who responded with a frown

“I wanna see if I can, so I did it. You got a problem with that, Crabby?” Floyd said, showing off a glimpse of his sharp teeth in intimidation “We can talk it over if ya want. Come over here” 

“Nope. No thanks!” Typical Ace, running away after running his mouth but Floyd is unfortunately a chaser. 

Jamil sighed, getting to his feet then helping you onto yours. He weighed in the pros and cons of intervening before deciding to do so, in fear Floyd may break more things if left alone. Before he did, he took a quick glance at you and his keen eyes caught something rather pleasant. 

You were biting your lip.  

when he accidentally bumped into you 

Jack Howl is an honest student. He does his best in school and he makes an effort to not miss a class if he can help it. Except one day, that may not be the case. 

Jack was assisting his senior Ruggie in convincing Leona to attend one of his classes. He already missed too many classes that week and Professor Crewel was scarily serious that the lion beastman attend his class as his grades depend on this particular attendance. Worried, Jack had offered to literally carry Leona to his class which offended Savanaclaw’s Housewarden enough to walk on his own, angrily declaring that no one is going to carry him like some sack of potatoes. 

But now, Jack was almost late to his own class which explained his long steps and quick walking as running in the halls was prohibited. In his haste, he didn’t consider looking ahead as he rounded a corner which ultimately caused his collision with another student. 

Jack was young but he was still a bulky beastman. A collision with him would mostly end badly for the other party which is why with Jack’s build and strength, pushed the other student backwards onto the floor with Jack following suit. Thankfully, Jack managed to catch himself before he reached the floor, softening his landing and using his arms to avoid crushing anyone. 

“Ah, sorry-“ Jack started to apologize before he looked and realized it was you. You were also in a hurry to your class and the last thing you expected was to bump into what you initially thought to be a firm but surprisingly soft wall. 

“I’m sorry, Jack!” You apologized as well with a look of worry. “I should have looked where I was going. Are you ok?” 

But Jack didn’t respond. He was slowly working his feelings whenever he’s near you. He noticed that his tail starts to wag excitedly around you which he curses his obvious joy he feels in your presence. Thankfully you haven’t realized or you weren’t aware what his tail wagging means. 

That may change though as you spoke once more, “Umm Jack. Your tail is tickling me” 

Jack’s ears perked up and he looked behind him and to his horror, he watched his tail whip about, occasionally brushing against your legs that were under Jack’s. The soft fur was tickling your legs which made you reflexively move away but being under Jack meant you accidentally bump into the beastman’s thighs, which definitely made him flinch. 

Mortified, Jack scrambled hastily off you but still offered to pull you up which you accepted. After a quick look to see you’re ok, the white-haired student gave a quick nod before running towards the direction of his class, school rules be damned. 

You were left in the dust but you didn’t try to stop Jack. Especially since you needed to head to your class as well. With that, you turned to walk towards your destination but with a shy but satisfied smile on your lips. Turns out what Ace and Deuce told you about Jack’s tail was true after all. 

when blocking others from you 

It was not a secret that the school cafeteria was filled with delicious meals and treats for the students in NRC. Considering the rich, the powerful, and actual members of royalty were attending here, the school can’t afford to serve anything else but the best and finest lest they want to hear complaints. 

Still, that doesn’t mean there’s enough to go around. The cafeteria works on a first-come, first-serve basis where you gotta be there quick if you want what you want for lunch, especially when there’s something particularly rare on the menu. 

Which is why one day there was a scrambling line of hungry and greedy students who were on the brink of starting a fist fight for a special limited edition sandwich made by the finest and rarest of ingredients. Grim and Ace in particular were hankering for a taste of the supposedly grand sandwich so you, Grim, Ace, and Deuce were quick to get in line for the chance of such a treat. 

The crowd was getting restless. Students were pushing and yelling, agitated over so-called line cutters or people pushing each other to accelerate the pace. You could handle yourself well enough but a push too far from these relentless students could send anyone to the wall at this point. 

And luck would have it, a student was aggressively pushed back which in turn pushed you out from the line and back against a wall near the food line. You groaned over the slight pain coursing your back before seeing the back of another student coming your way. 

Before you could brace yourself, a strong arm came between you and the incoming student, effectively blocking the impact from you. You looked to see Deuce’s body protectively covering you as he placed his other hand against the wall near your head, glaring at the student who came flying towards you. 

“Watch it, buddy” Deuce said, his delinquent side peeking out as he gave the student a nasty warning stare. The student walked away, grumbling how it wasn’t like he wanted to get flung around like that and returned back to the line. 

Ignoring him, Deuce turned to look back at you with worry. “Are you ok?” His voice was nothing like the gruff tone mere seconds ago but instead a sweet voice of concern which had you more flustered than before. Not trusting your voice, you nodded your head. 

But Deuce wasn’t too convinced, he was worried that the slam might cause a bruise on where you landed. He cautiously moved his hand to the side of your head, gently touching you as he tried to feel for something, perhaps a bump or some blood. “You gotta tell me if you’re hurt, ok? A hit like that can do some serious damage” 

As sweet as Deuce was, you couldn’t pay attention to his words right now. Not when he’s caressing your head so softly like that, as though you’re a fragile baby chick in his hands. He was so oblivious to his effects on you that you curse him for his obliviousness but at the same time, you’re relieved he can’t tell how nervous he’s making you. 

“Yo Henchhuman, Deuce!” Grim’s voice called you and Deuce out from your own little world as the cat-like creature ran to you. “We got the yummy sandwich! Let’s hurry and find a seat” 

“What happened to you guys?” Ace questioned with a suspicious quirk of his brow, as he noticed the closeness of you two. 

“Some jerk pushed Prefect into the wall, and then nearly crushed the two of us,” Deuce angrily explained. “Looks like we’re good, though” 

“Well then, if nothing’s wrong then let’s find a spot to eat. I’m starving!” Grim already started walking with Deuce already following to make sure he doesn’t crash into somebody with his small body. You and Ace followed soon behind but yours and his attention were somewhere else. Ace watched you with mischievous curiosity, dying to interrogate you on the details Deuce left out in his story, and you looked anywhere but the red-haired freshman as you already knew what he’s thinking about.

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guys what if i want to make my own apollo justice game.

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One piece men hear you speaking Spanish for the first time

Ft. Sanji, Law, Ace and Zoro

SFW, swearing in spanish ;), drinking, gn reader

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Sanji

“MIERDA!” (Shit) your scream was followed by a loud thud of the pan hitting the floor

Sanji immediately directed his attention to you running while holding his breath

“Are you o-“ he was interrupted by you mumbling something he couldn’t quite understand

“Puta madre esta demasiado caliente” (holy shit it’s too hot) you hissed while holding your hand close to your chest eyes shut together tightly at the sensation of the sudden burn

Sanjis worried look was replaced by a intrigued one as he realized everything that you were saying was in fact not english, it was something he couldn’t understand

“Let me see that, dear” he offers you his hand and you allowed him to look at the burn, he examines it throughly, being very familiar with this kind of injury, then he lightly touches the harmed zone of your hand making you squirm again

“AY IDIOTA” (you idiot) you remove your hand from his hissing in pain yet again

Sanji fetches the first aid kit as you stand still in your place blowing at your hand in hopes the pain will suffice, he asks you to sit down and you follow his instructions as he cures your burn cautiously

“So” he speaks after a while “What was all that you were saying earlier?”

“Oh…” you realize you had never mentioned that English is in fact not your first language “It’s Spanish, mostly curses” you answer a little ashamed at your behavior

Sanji felt himself fill with excitement at his new discovery “You never mentioned you knew other languages” curiosity itched him at the thought of hearing your voice say things he couldn’t decipher

“You never asked” you offer him a smirk knowing exactly what was going trough his head

“Could you tell me something else that isn’t curses? My dear?” You think for a second before obliging

“Gracias por cuidar de mi, mi principe” (thanks for taking care of me, my prince)

Sanji’s face was completely flushed, hands shaken and mouth dry, the way your voice and confidence shifted as you spoke your native language left him breathless and falling for you all over again

“I could really use some spanish lessons”

Law

You watched the doctor who sat at his desk flipping trough a medical book, his brows furrowed, you couldn’t ignore his annoyed huffs and puffs he had been making for a while now, you decided to interrupt whatever he had going on

“What’s with you, captain?” You giggle at the way he’s basically assaulting that poor book flipping it harshly

“This stupid book it’s not in English I don’t understand a damn thing” he answers still looking for a page, a title, a sentence he could read, anything

You come closer and peak above him looking at the words filling the book, you stop Laws hands for scavenging the pages as you start to read, your touch making him shiver

“La anemia provoca síntomas como fatiga, reducción de la capacidad para realizar trabajo físico y dificultad para respirar”

Law looks up at you surprised before you explain “This is basically explaining what Anemia is” you flip the page “And in here it talks about the flu” you point at the book smiling kindly at your confused captain

He would never admit it but he was really impressed and a little star struck at the way your voice sounded in a foreign language

“What were you looking for in here anyway?” You ask while flipping the pages

Law had to pull himself out of whatever spell you had casted on him before answering

“I bought it two islands ago but didn’t check it until now” his statement made you giggle, specially as you noticed the big title that read ‘Enfermedades y sus Síntomas’ (sickness and their symptoms) in the front of the book in gold bold letters

“I can translate it if you want” you kindly offer which pulls at Laws heartstrings, you were always taking care of him, he answers by shaking his head

“Do what you want” you roll your eyes at your dismissive captain before taking some paper and a pen from his desk

“Didn’t know you were bilingual” the doctor says still a little taken aback at this new information about you

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me” you wink before walking towards his couch, but you were stopped by a tatted hand holding your wrist and a playful smirk

“What about you read it to me instead?”

Red settles in your ears and cheeks before your eyes run aways from Laws and smiling shyly

“Don’t think you can handle all that Captain” you were obviously referring to all the information that the book offered, but the implications of you speaking another language and making Law nervous was obviously there, making him also blush immediately and his hold falter, but he wasn’t gonna let you have this one

“No no” he says before making you sit on his desk “Think I’ll do just fine”

Ace

“ACE DETENTE” (Ace stop) you screamed at the freckled pirate that had tossed you over his shoulder and threatened to make you fall into the ocean at the beach the Moby Dick had docked for the day. What once started as an uneventful aternoon in the beach turned into a wrestling match between you and the commander to see who would fall into the water first, and you were loosing

“What was that now?” He maneuvers you making you land on your feet as he smiles ear to ear intrigued about what you just said

“I said stop” you answered him as you catch your breath

“I don’t think that’s what you said” he starts approaching you slow and steady making you walk backwards as to avoid another attack, you return the playful smile plastered on his handsome face

“Dije Ace detente, sordo” (I said Ace stop, you deaf) you allow him to hear your Spanish once more gaining an even wider smile

“You sound soooo attractive like that”

You aren’t good with flirting, Ace’s smooth talk always manages to make you blush and stumble on your words and he loves it

“Stop it” you say pushing him back now

“I didn’t really understood that can you say it like the first time again?” You knew he wasn’t gonna let this newfound thing live down, you roll your eyes at the back of your head before obliging in hopes he’ll let you scape the danger of the water at your feet. You stop pushing him before standing on your tip toes allowing you to whisper in his ear

“Si me dejas ir te doy un beso” (if you let me go I’ll kiss ya) his breath hitched and a shiver ran down his spine freezing him in place. You stand back to meet his gaze as he stays ogling you, red blush painting his delicate freckles. Taking advantage you tackle him making him fall flat on the ocean

Your laugh explodes meeting Aces ears, still in shock by your teasing he lays on the water admiring your beaming smile that shines brighter than the sunset behind both of you. All he ever wanted was to make you laugh, there was no better price.

You offer him a hand to help him stand up, he takes it before pulling you down to meet the oceans salted water, squeaking at the coldness meeting your body

“You got me” you beam on top of him as he keeps drinking your beauty, wordless and enchanted

“You gotta keep speaking more like that y’know?” This man was absolutely lovesick, everything that had to do with you he loved, it was concerning

“Like what? Spanish?” You asked still surprise at his persistence on the matter

“Oh so that’s what it is” the comment makes you laugh once more making Ace’s heart swoon in pride, he is the only one that makes you laugh like this and he wouldn’t have it any other way

“I can teach you some”

Zoro

The strawhats found themselves drinking another bar dry, stretching your legs after weeks on end at sea and giving poor Sanji a break of having too cook yet another night. You were seated next to Zoro as you watched Usopp tell yet another over the top story about your adventures in the grand line to some locals, the ambience was so warm and welcoming allowing you to indulge in drinking at peace, or so you thought that’s how it was gonna be

A man drunk out of his mind stumbles to your side slurring his word and babbling about kissing you or something, at first you try to laugh it off but the man persisted. The swordsman catches your annoyed and uncomfortable face as you try to keep the wondering hands of the drunken away from you, anger building up in him at every stupid word that left his mouth, but before he could intervene he sees you stand up

“Dije que no! estúpido, aléjate!” (I said no you idiot, go away!) You scream at the man before pushing him, making him fall onto the nearby table

Zoro lets go of the hold on his swords as he watches you fix your clothes before muttering “Maldito idiota” (Fucking idiot)

Whatever you were saying it was in a language he had never heard you speak, he thought you only spoke English like almost everyone else in the crew. There was something in how your voice shifted that left him wanting to hear more. You speaking a completely different language was something that had never even crossed his mind

As you sat back down and took another sip of your drink the swordsman founds himself intrigued

“So now we’re screaming in different languages?” He asks smirking at you, the alcohol pulling his big walls down allowing you to climb them right up

“You know I love screaming” Zoro lets out a deep laugh, thinking what to say as to make you say another thing in that beautiful tongue he had heard you speak

“Where did you learn that anyway?” You raise and eyebrow at him, surprised at the way he was making conversation with you, something he never did

“It’s my native language actually” he hums in response happy to know more about you before becoming a pirate

“Why so curious?” The question makes him stutter, caught red handed

“‘Just had never heard that language before” he lies trough his flushed face which you immediately catch and makes your heart clench, a smile tugging at your lips

You sit closer to him before you whisper, lips brushing his golden earrings tickling you “No me digas que no conocías el español, verdecito” (Don’t tell me you didn’t know spanish, greenie)

You giggle after feeling every single muscle on his body clench at your words as he now shone bright red. He takes a big swoon of his sake trying to drown the shyness out of him

You lay back enjoying the rest of the night, Zoro not being able to keep the way you spoke out of his mind ever again

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Of course I had to do this! RAAAH 🦅🦅🦅🇲🇽🇲🇽🇲🇽 Also ty for more than 1k on my first one of these, ly guys enjoy

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Monster Mayhem: Lion's Pride [Part 3]

Gender Neutral Reader x Leona Kingscholar Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: Your new job as a Full Time Royal Therapist does not pay nearly as well as you'd like. Or, Leona is more of a problem child than he would ever admit, but you're surprisingly okay at dealing with that.

[PART 1][PART 2] [PART 3]

Sometimes you felt like you hardly knew what it meant to be a functional person, living a comfortable life on the fringes of society. So in comparison, trying to think of what it meant to be an actual prince, ruling over all of said society was something you literally could not comprehend no matter how hard you tried to wrap your head around it.  

“If you’re a Prince, what were you doing in a hole?” you asked, because you had far too many questions and concerns, and this one at least seemed easy enough to address. And also because you were genuinely pretty curious.  

The newly dubbed ‘Leona’ twitched against your back and you felt the low rumble of his snarl work its way from the depths of his gut all the way up through his chest and out his mouth.

“Holy shit,” Ace wheezed. “Screw this. I’m getting out of here before I wind up implicated as an accessory in your murder.”

And so your trusty friend abandoned you to the wolves lions?—darting away so quickly he always forget his bag, shoes, and everything else in the process.

You waved after him as he departed, knowing full well that he’d wind up stumbling back within the week, maybe two at most. He always did, no matter how much he complained about your Present Company. Plain old ‘murder’ was actually one of his more polite accusations. When he’d run into your Hunter friend the first time, Ace had gone on a wildly incoherent rant about how he was going to find your corpse strung up in a tree like some weird, ritual, sacrifice. And then that had devolved into something-something cannibalism or other. The visiting Hunter had just thrown his head back and laughed, positively enamored with the grisliness of it all. Ace had vanished for almost an entire month after that encounter, but he did come back—glaring up at you with a miserable pout like you were the one who’d gone and fucked off for thirty whole days.

Leona snorted and you felt the puff of breath against the back of your neck.

“Coward,” he grumbled, though he didn’t sound particularly displeased about your friend’s sudden departure.

“Fear lets us be brave,” you responded, wise as a sage. Or maybe an old frog in a puddle.

“Yeah?” he intoned, rolling his eyes. “And when’s that little rat ever been brave?”

“There’s always tomorrow,” you chirped, and that snort turned into something dangerously close to a chuckle. Which—gasp!—how dare such a pleasant sound fall from the lips of someone so obstinately determined to be otherwise! You grinned at the low tones of it, only for the snickering to cut off sharply in his throat once he’d realized what he was doing. And then of course he shoved you forward and out of his lap with a great amount of indignant snarling.

You laid there for a few minutes—face down in the sun-warmed grass and laughing quietly about just how ridiculous this stupid Lion was, before finally sitting up with a pleasant stretch. He could put on airs all he liked, you knew there was kernel of something far less angsty and murderous buried at the heart of him.

“So,” you hummed, lazily making your way back to your feet. “What exactly have I done to draw the realm’s Prince to my doorstep?” You squinted at him suspiciously. “You’re not here about the fairy gate thing, are you? Because that was actually an accident.”

“The what?” he frowned, brow pinched in confusion.

You waved him off. “Ah, nothing, nothing.”

Something in his jaw twitched, like now he was going to push the subject out of principle of you being shifty. But he just sighed and brought a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

“I need your help,” he said finally. Just as crabby as the first time he’d asked, if perhaps just a touch less imperious.

You arched a brow. “I think you’ve mentioned that already, yes.”

Silence.

The Lion stared you down with a slowly deepening scowl, and you stared back with a smile as placid and unmoved as the shallow pond you’d nearly drowned Ace in not an hour before.  

“If I apologize, you’ll help me?” he asked after a long moment, the question turning sharp at the end on a bitten of growl.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” you hummed back and he crossed his arms stubbornly over his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said, with all the pleasantry of someone undergoing a root canal. And all the sincerity of Ace swearing that this was the last time he’d get caught evading the tax man, promise.

You sighed, feeling a bit cheated. But you hadn’t really stipulated anything beyond those two little words leaving his mouth, so if anything, that was on you.

“Alright,” you huffed. “What is it you need help with?”

The Lion glared at you suspiciously for a long moment—glowing eyes narrowed into slits and tail twitching back and forth like he was swatting flies. Finally, he sighed and lifted his hands out in front of him with a pointed flex.  

“It’s not supposed to be like this,” he frowned sourly, wrists twisting to display the pointed claws tipping his fingers. “I’m not supposed to get stuck in between.”

Your eyes traced the fluffy tufts of his round ears, the black-tipped tail swishing irritably at his hind, and allowed yourself a melancholy sort of huff.

“But you look good like this,” you pointed out sadly. Because he really, truly, did. Leona without his squishy lion ears would just be… grumpy. Miserable, and angular, and angry. Nothing soft worth coddling at all.

“That’s not the point!” he snapped, baring his overlarge canines at you. There was a darker cast along his cheekbones that seemed to be making a valiant effort to crawl all the way up into his fringe. “And don’t fucking say that!”

You frowned. One second this stupid dick wanted to be praised to the Heavens and back! Practically swanning about, demanding you bow down and acknowledge his blatant superiority. But, oh no. Apparently your meager half-sentence masquerading as a compliment was too much for his delicate, princely, sensibilities.

“Fine,” you griped. “You’re ugly.”

He growled—low and rumbling—and if he was anymore of a cat you’d say you could see his hackles raising in indignation. But before he could launch into another vicious, verbal, evisceration of your person, you cleared your throat loudly in an attempt to get him back on track.   

“What do you mean by ‘stuck in between?’”

He sneered down at you testily for a moment before reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose again and letting out a put-upon sort of sigh that was not at all indicative of the fact that he was the one asking you for help.

“The Shift. When you found me in that pit, I should have been able to Shift between that form and this one without issue,” he frowned, brow tugging down tight with something a bit more disquieted than his usual, flat, annoyance. “The iron was a problem, but once I was out of the trap, it should have been fine. I’ve dealt with cursed snares like this before, and the effects have never lingered as long as this one has.”

You blinked owlishly. That did sound… fairly unpleasant. And honestly, if you were in his position you’d also be at least a little concerned that something else was at play. But, still, all that being said—

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, more or less genuine. Perhaps leaning a bit harder into less.“But I don’t understand how that has anything to do with me.”

“You were down there with me,” he argued. “You dismantled the trap.”

Uh, yeah. By messing with bits that looked breakable until they broke. Not exactly a high-level intellectual pursuit.

You didn’t say that, of course. Because after a few days watching you scuttle about your homestead like a particularly vocal lizard in the dirt, you were sure he already thought you were stupid enough without you outright admitting to it. Nevertheless, the Lion observed your zip-lipped silence with an ever-deepening scowl.

“You took it apart,” he tried again, nearly a growl.

“Yes,” you said with a nod.

“You know how you did it,” he continued, firm. At your lack of affirmative, he pushed again. “You know. I watched you do it!”

You raised your hand nervously and made a little so-so tilting motion.

Anyone less refined would no doubt have had their head in their hands at this point, but Leona just curled his lip at you and looked like he was fighting valiantly not to put your own very silly head through a wall.

“It was charmed,” he spat. “Bound up with talismans, and cursed down to its very moldings. That isn’t something any random farmer could walk up and break.”

“Oh,” you blinked, taken aback, and struggled to recall if there had been anything so obviously enchanted about the trap you’d fiddled into bits. “Was it?”

And head had officially met hands. He ground his clawed fingers into his temples like you were a headache that with enough determination and massaging he may somehow be able to will away.

“Couldn’t you go just home if this is such a big problem?” you asked, still genuinely baffled at it all. “Get help from your family? I mean, you’re a Prin—”

“No,” he interrupted, emerald eyes gone glacier cold.

You frowned, as unimpressed by his prickliness as you usually were. But something in you was hesitant to prod at whatever it was that had managed to tug a feral rage so tightly across his face—like drawing a shade over a window until the entire home was cloaked in shadow, or slipping away behind a carved mask too heavy to ever wear comfortably. It was an expression so sharp and so bitter that if you hadn’t only just yesterday watched this stubborn man lounge about in the sun as your chickens hopped all over him like he was the world’s most carnivorous jungle gym, you wouldn’t ever have known that they could be the same person at all. 

“Alright,” you shrugged, and some of that angry, hunched, defensiveness eased into confusion.

“Hah?” he frowned.

“Alright,” you said again. “We’ll figure it out here.” He glared over at you balefully, and you waved off the obvious retort on the tip of his tongue about something-something-you have no idea what you’re doing-something-something-dangerous risks and lifelong consequences-blablabla. “I have a friend who would know a lot more about those kinds of traps and talismans that I do. He could help, probably.”

“Probably?” he scoffed. Though when he rolled his eyes, they weren’t quite so hate filled—lids hooded with a familiar, begrudging sort of irritation rather than outright malice.

“He’s a bit of an enigma,” you explained—wiggling your fingers in a little, sparkly, dance to emphasize the, well, enigmatic part.

Another huff. But amidst that grumpy bellyaching, you watched those fluffy ears of his slowly perk back up atop his head, and his tail swish leisurely behind him. The Lion certainly didn’t look happy (but did he ever? So was that really a fair comparison?), but he definitely seemed like he’d thawed into something less ‘frigid dead of winter’ and more ‘unpleasantly nippy spring morning.’

“Weirder than you, herbivore?” he sniffed, looking down his nose at you and crossing his arms loosely over his chest. “I find that hard to believe.”

Normally you would too. But, well…

“He’s charming,” you chirped pleasantly, and Leona’s face twisted up like you’d served him a bowl of rancid yogurt.

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That night you composed a letter to your dearest Hunter friend. You thanked him for bringing you the White Moor Stag, elaborated a bit on the new marinade you’d been experimenting with, and then ended the whole thing with a polite plea for his aid in deconstructing the mechanisms of a magical trap you’d encountered. You bribed one of your two carrier pigeons with some snacks and watched it fly off into the unknown with a little, cream-colored envelope tied to its foot. Message talismans were much simpler and far more convenient, but the Hunter always seemed to appreciate the personal touch of postal birds.

Leona glared at you from the window, and made some dramatic swipe at your pigeon like he meant to knock it out of the air. The poor bird tottered about like an overfilled water balloon—jiggling and wriggling in its roundness before eventually righting itself and continuing on into the sky with a warbled coo coo.

“Don’t be rude,” you huffed at him.

“I can’t believe you still won’t let me in,” he sneered from beneath the fluff of that blanket you’d gifted him. “I apologized.”

“Yes, but you actually have to mean it,” you explained, not unkindly, as he prowled just beyond the glass. “But we’re making progress!” you beamed. “That’s something! Maybe you’ll make it in here within the next five years, hmm?”

“Or I could just wipe out the entirety of your ridiculous dirt farm now,” he threatened, a bit of that sandy magic swirling sinisterly along his fingers.

“You certainly could, your highness,” you agreed easily. His lip curled unpleasantly, but that glowing, gritty, arcana faded away and he didn’t move from where he’d tucked himself up under the duvet.

After another solid fifteen minutes of his pissy glowering and barbed insults, you pointedly unclipped the ties on your curtains and let them fall shut so that his ridiculous pouting was hidden away behind the thin, cotton, mess of poorly stitched flowers and herbs.

(You did leave a nice dinner plate on the ledge before that, with extra portions of meat and a neatly frosted cookie for dessert. Because as much as your day had been a bit rough, you had a feeling his melancholy extended far beyond being left out in the dark for another evening.)

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The next morning, your doddering pigeon returned with an elegantly bound scroll—all embellished with golden filagree and tied up in a neat, crimson, bow.

“Why does this freak call you ‘mon cher ami,’” Leona sniffed, tongue curling awkwardly over the unfamiliar words.

You sighed and debated snatching the letter back, but all that would probably culminate in was the paper in tatters and a smug beastman lording his superior letter-wrangling skills over your head like a trophy.

“It’s just one of his little ticks,” you explained with a shrug. “I told you—he’s charming.”

“Ah, yes,” Leona drawled, tracing a claw along the parchment’s edge with a soft shhhhhft. A raised, white, line cut across the paper’s surface like the beginnings of a wound. “Waxing poetic nonsense in a foreign language. Rambling on about all kinds of useless fucking garbage. Charming.”

“You,” you snipped, reaching out to smack at his tightening grip before he could rend the poor correspondence to bits, “are not one to talk about ‘charming.’”

“Oh?” he scoffed. He maneuvered around your tutting to hold the letter over your head. Typical. When you leaned forward to try and wrangle it back, Leona leaned in closer—eyes going hooded and lips curling into a smug little smirk that promised all sorts of trouble. “Haven’t had any complaints about that before. Who’d be saying otherwise?”

“The person you left stranded at the bottom of a pit, you inglorious oaf,” you griped. His ears immediately swiveled to pin flat against the top of his head, and you used the distraction of his indignation to finally snatch back your prize. “Besides,” you huffed, straightening out some of the new wrinkles. “Not very Prince-like, is it? A real prince would have swept in to save the idiot in distress. Sword drawn, banners flying,” you sighed, a bit too besotted with your own imaginings. “Why did you have to be such a dick, huh? Ruined my fantasies for the rest of my life.”

“And what?” Leona snapped. “Some rogue bastard sending you cursive garbage does it for you?”

“Better than being left for dead in a hole after saving their life,” you smiled—perfectly, poisonously, pleasant.

Leona rumbled something indiscernible under his breath and turned to glare petulantly off across your garden.

“Besides,” you hummed, looking over the letter. “There’s more important things. Like this—right here. Do you know what a self-bored stone is? He’s thinking maybe there was a process like that with the iron shackles. Or maybe something to do with seeping the components in herbs… Hmm…”

“Whatever,” Leona scoffed. “I’ll try whatever it takes to fix this shit.”

You clapped him amiably on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit, tête de noeud!”

“The fuck did you just call me?!”

“Poetic nonsense,” you chirped, and Leona looked half ready to drop you back into the hole where he’d found you.

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The first attempt to aid the Lion Prince in his conundrum didn’t go particularly well.

You’d tried to work off of the whole ‘overlap with a self-bored stone’ theory, but all that really amounted to was you gesturing like an over-serious crossing guard for him to walk under every low hanging branch, every arch, beneath the stunted beams of the chicken coop. You dangled rocks from strings and waved around your little creations like slightly more dangerous pompoms.

Penelope clucked irritably when one of the pebbles fell with a plunk into her nest, and Leona frowned up at you from where the wayward chicken had firmly situated herself in his lap.

“How was any of that supposed to help?”

You drew a blank and promised to try something new tomorrow.

The next day you tried herbs. The Hunter had listed off quite a few that were known to cause lingering issues with magical creatures, and you harvested the lot of them from your garden with ease. You held them up to Leona’s face one by one, brow furrowed in concentration, as you waited for… something.

“How is this any better than the rocks?” he complained.

You pushed the bright, butter-yellow, blossoms of some Saint John’s Wort under his nose until he sneezed and shoved you away with a slew of indignant threats to your person.

The following few days were spent perusing your meager library. You carted every book you owned on magic, and binding rituals, and rune smithing out into the yard. Leona looked over at the slowly growing pile of tomes with a truly unimpressed scowl.

“You could have just invited me inside,” he griped, rolling his eyes. He was splayed out in the grass at your side, his head tossed lazily across your lap after he’d complained that he needed at least some leverage to see what you were trying to read.

“Nice try,” you hummed, reaching for your page of hastily scribbled notes. “But you’re not getting off without a genuine apology that easy.”

A week passed in this fashion, with you attempting to string together more and more ludicrous ideas—throwing everything you had at the wall and hoping something, anything, would stick. But Leona’s ears stayed tufted and round. That tail seemed to only grow more twitchy, his claws longer and sharper.

You sent the Hunter another letter and waited anxiously for a reply. When it arrived the next morning, Leona snatched it from your pigeon before you’d even made it out your front door. It was a miserable sort of day—pouring rain and with nothing but the grey cloud cover overhead to color the world.

He read it over once, twice, before dropping it to the ground. You could see the tendons twitching along his jaw, could practically hear his molars grinding in his frustration.

You plucked the note from the grass and looked it over carefully.  

‘Mon ami, while I am loathe to address this, perhaps it is not the make of this trap at all that is causing such a vexation? Is there any chance that rather than this being a lingering malady, that this friend of yours was simply unable to overcome the initial curse in the first place?’

You glanced back up at Leona, who was intermittently clenching his fists at his sides. You could see the harsh indentations from where his claws were digging into the skin of his palms.

‘Sometimes such things just happen, je crains. The flesh may be willing, but often the spirit is weak. You mentioned this Roi du Leon has a powerful family he may turn to for assistance. Certainly one of them may be strong enough to overcome this curse for him, even if he perhaps is not.’

“Of course it’s all because I’m a fuck up,” Leona snarled. Some of that spitting, sandy, magic of his seeped into the air. It bit at the rain like an overeager dog. You could see it dancing along his skin—fighting to pull his features one way or another.

“He didn’t say that,” you pointed out gently. “And even if you were, there’s nothing wrong with needing help sometimes. Your family—"

“—Would rather I keeled over dead and stopped sullying my brother’s perfect fucking reputation!” he snapped. “Heir to the King’s Roar,” he scoffed. “Stupid. I was never going to be a king to begin with. And even if I had been born first, they would have deposed me to put their flawless, favorite, golden boy on the throne anyways.”

That... That was a lot. You stared at the pacing Lion with wide eyes—unsure how to help, unsure if any attempts to do so would only make this worse. This was—this was so above your ‘happy, homey, hermit’ paygrade.

“Of course this is all because of me,” he hissed, that roiling, angry, arcana coiling around him like curdled milk. The pupils in his eyes flickered oddly from round to thin-cut, hard, lines. Beastly. “Of course it was because I wasn’t good enough.”

“Leona,” you tried, as gentle as you could be.

The Prince threw his head back and laughed. And laughed, and laughed.

“I should have known!” he cackled, borderline hysterical. “I should have fucking known!”

“Leona—” you tried again, reaching out a hand.

Only to be immediately knocked on your ass by an explosion of magic.

You’d heard of self-destruction—of implosion. The arcane wonders of the world were a wily and unyielding mistress. While creatures like Leona who were so naturally steeped in ancient magics and sorcery could control that beast more adeptly than some little mortal like you, it didn’t make them any less susceptible to its dangers. If anything, they had it worse. It was like sitting in a shallow stream versus wading out into a roaring ocean. So much more opportunity, such a higher aptitude for greatness, but far too easy to drown beneath the churning tides of it all.

The inky, geometric, swirls along his arms pulsed like a heartbeat. They crawled along his skin and traced black patterns into his veins. Even you could feel the horrible, dark, stickiness of it—as the magic ate him alive. His face twisted back and forth between human and animal, and you watched him contort and snarl under the weight of it before turning on you with a vicious roar.

Uh oh.

The first wave of magic seared the ground, leaving nothing but strange, grey, sand in its wake. The more he snapped and clawed wildly at anything and everything, the more that dusty desert spread. You managed to hop out of the way of most of it—sparing a single, sad, thought for all the poor plants you’d worked so hard to cultivate dying a miserable, grainy, death.

The next arc of magic shot straight from his clawed fingers, and it managed to catch the flesh of your forearm. It was sharper than any dagger or sword that you’d ever had the pleasure of accidentally nicking yourself with, and it tore its way down your arm like a raging beast, leaving an eerie, tacky, bubbling mess in its wake. And ouch did it hurt—like someone was taking a fistful of coarse sand and rubbing it into the open wound. You ground your teeth against the strange, gnawing, sensation and hastily wrapped a bit of torn fabric around the weeping gash to keep it a bit more contained. You waited for the worst of it to pass, for that initial bite to fade into a more manageable throb. But it didn’t. It just got sharper and tighter, hotter and hotter. For a moment it felt like your skin was crackling—like firewood popping and splitting beneath the weight of a blaze. From across the field, Leona made a noise like a hurricane given voice, and you bit back a groan.

‘Oh come on,’ you hissed to yourself. ‘Not now, please.’  

And while you’d been mostly referring to the Lion losing another brick of his sanity fort, your wound seemed to pulse at the command—a sensation not unlike the soft drone of the wards carved deep into the support beams of your dilapidated home, and an impression of words tingling along your nerves without any real shape or form. ‘Alright. Later then.’ Like a breath of wind along your fingertips. That pulsing doubled back, and the wrap you’d hurriedly tied around your forearm hummed low with gentle arcana.   

And then the cracking stopped. Just like that. Like it’d given up on eating you alive and decided to head home early for the day.

Huh, you though a bit dazedly, before hurriedly ducking out of the way of another swipe.

You clutched your still smarting but at least now functional arm to your chest, and Leona turned on you and your ethereal booboo with a raging snarl. But then that glowing glare caught on the blood trailing down towards your wrist in too dark, too thick, rivulets and his eyes went wide. It wasn’t much, but the strange bought of shock rocketing through him gave you a handful of seconds of ceasefire. You reached into your pocket with your uninjured hand and pulled out a thick bit of cardstock. This was supposed to be for emergencies, goddamn it! And you’d spent so much money on this stupid little thing! And—

You shook off the mildly delusional complaints bogging down your brain and unfolded the paper between your fingers. The sigils inked into it hummed against your skin, and the rain sluffed off its face like the cold and the damp were no bother at all.

“Fucking—” you flung the talisman at your ridiculous, rampaging, guest. It fluttered like the beat of a hawk’s wings and dove towards him with just as much vicious precision. “GO TO SLEEP!”

The enchantment smacked into his face with an echoing THUNK and you watched those too-bright eyes of his roll up into his head as he collapsed to the ground in a heap.

With the main source of all the Magical Warfare knocked unconscious, most of the miasma began to disperse—like dust caught up in a gale. The rain washed away the rest. It slid into the mud and seeped back into the earth. The plants and animals seemed to give a collective sigh, and some of your more courageous chickens even started to venture in close to peck at the leftover destruction.

You approached the felled Prince hesitantly. The talisman had been meant for subduing an enemy with a more human constitution, so you doubted it would keep him down for very long.

“Hey,” you grouched, poking his side. He twitched a bit but didn’t move otherwise. “Hey, asshole,” you tried again. Still, nothing. Uh oh.

You reached down to wedge an arm under him and hoist him upright. The singed skin of your forearm brushed along his jaw as you attempted to maneuver his bulk, and his nose twitched sharply at whatever scent was trapped in the dark, cracking, gash there. His brow scrunched up like you’d just doused him in spoiled milk, so naturally you went about waving your wounded flesh beneath his nostrils like the world’s strangest smelling salts.

After a moment he blinked back awake, face twisted up into the most properly disgruntled mien of distaste that you’d ever seen on a person who’d only just barely managed to claw their way back into the world of the living.

“Herbivore,” he rumbled, still looking more than a bit dazed.

Good enough.

You manhandled him back onto his feet as best you could—turning yourself into an impromptu crutch to try and get him mobile again. The sand shifted and sank beneath your heels, making dragging his ridiculous, dramatic, ass even more of a challenge. As you hauled him towards your cottage, you complained to him in earnest. Every little irritation under the sun. Half because you’d probably never have another opportunity to bitch at him so thoroughly without getting your own earful of grievances in return, half to keep him conscious—keep him focused on staying here. With you. And not… Wherever it was he’d gone in those moments of delirium.  

“I still don’t get why you call me that,” you griped, readjusting your grip on him when he’d started to slide down to the point his nose had buried itself against your collarbone. “Herbivore. I’ve cooked so much meat for you since you decided to crash here. Talked about how I prepare it, and the flavors I experiment with—I literally gave you some from my own sandwich when we first met! That I ate the rest of! In front of you!—”

When you finally herded him over the threshold and into your little cottage, the wards and their protection slipped around him like the soft current of a stream. You hardly even noticed the way the old magics ruffled his hair—and that was only because you were actively looking, half convinced the house was still about to toss up an invisible barrier and send him sprawling back into the dirt.

Leona wobbled on his feet, and his eyes were still too far away and grey.

You grabbed him by the ear and maneuvered his too-tall self into one of your rickety kitchen chairs. The wood groaned under the sudden press of his dead weight, but it didn’t collapse beneath him so it wasn’t worth fussing over. Once you were certain he wasn’t about to fold over sideways and crumple to the ground (or at least, that he was angled enough over a rug that he wasn’t going to crack his head on the stone floor), you rushed off to your bookcases and shelves and began hurriedly rumaging through your collection of nonsense.

The charms, the charms. Where were your emergency charms?! You’d thought you left them right there on the—Ah! There we go.

You pulled the raggedy binder from its place on the shelf, blew away the coating of dust that had settled over the top of it, and returned to your patient.

You flipped open the worn leather hooks and began sorting through the dozens upon dozens of sheets of enchanted parchment within. They were unimpressive—just small, rectangular, bits of faded paper inlaid with the softest kinds of magic. Not meant for much more than coaxing warmth into chilly limbs or placing a soft kiss over a scraped knee. But medicines were medicines—whether arcane in origin or otherwise. If you—if you just doused him in the things, that would probably work. Right? Of course it would. That made perfect sense.

So you slapped the first talisman square in the middle of his forehead. Leona swayed at the wet SMACK of the paper gluing itself to his soaked-through skin, but aside from the faintest, startled, widening of his eyes, he didn’t do anything else to complain. So you stuck the next charm to his cheek, and then another on the opposite one too.

“Magic overuse is dangerous,” you chastised as you went about layering a veritable novel’s worth of pasty, paper, enchantments up his arms. The soft spells worked their way into his skin, and you watched those twisting, black, shapes skitter back up towards where they’d once sat peacefully curled around his bicep. “Are you trying to kill yourself, hah?!”

Instead of snapping back at you like normal, he just sort of… sat there. Accepting your angry accusations in frosty silence. He absolutely looked like a cat that you’d fished out of a bag in the river. Pathetic, and sad, and droopy. And… quiet. So, very, quiet. You frowned, because as much as you didn’t particularly enjoy being insulted every minute of the day, the Lion’s biting little remarks had become… familiar, at the very least. Even if they weren’t entirely pleasant. Even if he was far from pleasant.

The dampness on his skin was starting to curl the edges of your talismans, and you reached forward with a huff to at least pull the freezing, soaked-through, vest off his shoulders. The leather jacket landed with a wet plap on the stone floor, a cold puddle already pooling around all its stupidly intricate, embroidered, edges. Something fluttered out of one of the open pockets—small, and off white, and crinkled. You stepped over the whole mess to retrieve a pile of towels and didn’t give it a second thought.

“Make a mess of my home, why don’t you,” you complained, dropping one of the towels over the entirety of his head before reaching forward to start drying him off with perhaps a bit more force than necessary. “Drip all over the floors I just mopped, why don’t you. Be emotionally constipated and almost turn my whole yard into a sand pit, why don’t you—”

A hand reached out to snag your wrist, and you let him pull you away from your attempts to rub all that stupidly thick hair straight off his head.

From beneath the curtain of the cotton towel, you could see Leona glaring at the long, dark, scratch curling along your forearm. It certainly wasn’t… nice to look at. The gymnastics of getting him into your cottage had managed to displace the impromptu bandage, so the whole of it was just there. Bruised, and dark, and odd looking. But ugly or not, it was hardly bleeding or anything anymore! And he was the one who had almost just self-destructed in your front yard!

‘Think of the accusations!’ you wanted to wail. ‘Can you imagine the garbage I would have to deal with if I wound up with a dead royal fertilizing my garden?! No thank you!’

But before you could complain about his fussing, his claws flexed against the soft skin of your palm and you saw the muscles along his forearm tense—like he was fighting to keep still.

“You should be dead,” he muttered, terse.

You huffed. “Look, I know you think humans are all sorts of pathetic, but I’m not that—”

“You should be dead,” he repeated, sounding as if the words had to tear their way out of his throat—scraping like shards of glass all the way up.

You stared at his dark eyes and dripping bangs—the shadows playing across his cheeks and the strange, hollow, wrongness that had settled over all of him. With a heavy sigh you plopped yourself down into the chair across from his and dragged a handful of the leftover charms your way. Pointedly, you took one and slapped it over the wound. And then another.  

“See?” you said, flexing your wrist in his grip to put the creeping, black, cut on display. The talismans glowed softly against your skin and the lingering whisps of darkness licking at the the injury began to fade. “All better. Not something a dead person would say at all.”

Leona frowned, but at least it looked a bit more annoyed than outright bleak. And besides, frowns were better than whatever that stoic, expressionless, numbness had been.

“Though I appreciate your concern,” you grinned, pointedly sharp and prodding. Like a toddler standing by with a stick, hoping to poke out a reaction. “Truly, whatever would I do without the Great Lord Lion there to fret over me?”

But instead of the acidic ‘I wasn’t fucking worried,’ that you were expecting, or even a more muted grumble of dissent, Leona’s brow just pinched in displeasure and your awkward attempts at teasing faded into terse silence.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, almost too quiet to hear—his head low and eyes lower.

You sighed and twisted your wrist around to pat at his hand. There was the faintest tremor in his fingers and you tangled your own between them to give him something to squeeze, something to hide the shiver of lingering malaise that he would no doubt deny with his dying breath. You observed the stern, tight, expression warping his otherwise handsome face—the miserable, puckered, angle of his mouth and the way the emerald of his eyes was cut through with a shadow of genuine remorse. You reached out with your other hand to pet at his soft, round ears. They squished flat beneath your palm and your lips twitched up into a fond, little smile. Leona tipped his chin just enough to glower at you from beneath his bangs with no real heat, and you sighed and gave him one more pat for good measure.

“You’re forgiven.”

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Reader // Seeds of Doubt // Husk

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A few words from author: Hello there everyone, I'm back again! ^^

This time I'm feeling a bit better, and I'm presenting you a new fanfic format I'm trying out: Scenarios!

It's a bit different from what and how I usually write but I hope you'll still like it. ^^"

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Type: Scenario

Scenario summary: You are Alastor's s/o, but he can sometimes make insensitive comments, so his dearest friend Husker reassures you about Alastor's feelings towards you,

Settings: Fully platonic

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Swear words used, light mention of alcohol consumption, typical things one can expect with Husk and Alastor, Reader doubts Alastor's love for them, Husk talks shit about Alastor for a bit but he still comforts reader, Alastor is a little shit and plants doubt into Reader's head for his own amusement, that should be all!

Sidenote: I included reader having doubts because of Alastor being aroace because it made sense in the scenario but I truly hope it didn't offend anyone - I'm ace and possibly on the aro spectrum too, so I really didn't mean to misrepresent the spectrums or anything!! I meant well I swear >-<,

Sidenote: Reader is written as gender neutral, but if the reader description leans more towards feminine sense it's purely unintentional and I apologize!

Sidenote: The editing on phone will be the end of me one day,

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That should be all,

Hope you'll enjoy, <3

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Slouched at the bar, a drink is in your hand,

You're lost in thought,

It's not often you're found like this,

On the contrary, actually,

It's rare for you to sit down and hope to get lost in your drink to avoid your thoughts,

But sometimes Alastor can be rather insensitive,

He can say and do things that hurt and that plant little seeds of doubt in your head,

And whether that'd be deliberately or accidentally is up for a debate,

This time it was about him being aromantic asexual,

He made a comment that suggested him being with you just for pure entertainment, not for affection or anything else because he, as he phrased it: "doesn't feel the need for it after all",

And that didn't feel nice,

Not at all,

Again, he could be just messing with you,

Or maybe he didn't mean for his words to come off that way,

But still,

You worried there might be some truth to his words,

And again, Alastor being on the aroace spectrum didn't mean he felt nothing towards you,

It didn't mean he couldn't feel affection for you or anything similar,

And it definitely didn't mean you two couldn't be in a relationship!

That's why you tried to drink your worries away,

Because you knew they were just that, just worries,

Just thoughts you should pay no attention to,

However, you'd be lying if you said his orientation didn't play into your doubts after his playful but not so kind words,

And maybe that was his goal,

To have you all tense and on your feet, thoughts running wild,

But it still didn't make you feel any better,

And so, you just downed your drink, trying to ease up,

"One more... please," you told Husk who was behind the bar, watching your anxiety eat away at you,

"Geez, the fuck's wrong with you? You never order more than one," Husk commented, though he didn't sound like he actually cared to hear you out,

However, it was obvious he wasn't too indifferent towards you,

He remembered you weren't really a drinker, after all, which was nice to know,

"Nothing much..." you told him with a sigh, "Just overthinking...",

"Yeah, you look the part, you look like a fucking mess" Husk replied, borderline on insulting,

But you've learnt to not take it to heart,

This was just the Husk fashion of talking to people,

Silence then enveloped the two of you, and Husk poured you another glass,

Neither of you spoke until your thoughts got way too bad to ignore,

And you asked Husk a question, desperate to ease your worries,

Even if you knew that Husk was the least person you should go to with such question,

"Do you think Alastor keeps me around just for amusement...?" you asked softly,

And Husk looked a little surprised, before a scowl found its way onto his face again,

"You're seriously asking that just now after dating that piece of shit for months?" he scoffed,

And you looked down,

Husk frowned then, and gave a long sigh,

"Damn, you really are a case..." he muttered before sighing more and rubbing his face,

"What'd that asshole do now?" he questioned, an eyebrow raised,

And while he didn't sound all that much like he cared, you still took the chance to get things off your chest,

"He just... hinted I might be nothing more than just a source of amusement for him," you explain, gaze fixated on your drink,

And once again, Husk sighed, muttering: "Of course that piece of shit would do that, even to his own partner,",

Husk then exhaled through his nose before pinching the bridge of it and speaking again,

"Alright, listen, I hate that son of a bitch more than anything," he started,

"and it's not my fucking job to save his ass and relationship," he paused,

"but I'm gonna do him a favour and cut him some slack,",

Then he sighed and continued: "He does care for you... I mean, I can't say I'm 100% sure, after all that guy's all about messing with people and their emotions,",

"but... from what I can tell, you mean a lot to him..." Husk told you, looking you in the eyes, looking sincere,

"And while I don't think that asshole has anything close to a heart," he sighed lowly, "I guess he wouldn't go as far as to pretend to love someone just for a few laughs...",

"especially not to someone who's proven to be a nice person and a good friend," he told you, shaking his head a little before grabbing the first glass you emptied and beginning washing it,

And doing so, he continued speaking: "He's got some decency... at least I guess he does,",

"But honestly, you should talk to him about this," Husk advised, looking at you seriously, "that's a part of relationships, talking bout feelings, setting boundaries and shit...",

"He's a fucked up, messed up in the head sadist, but I'm sure if you'll be honest with him and tell him how his comments affect you, he'll change his ways..." Husk told you before pausing and thinking,

Then he thought out loud: "Yeah, he'll probably find another way of fucking with ya head, but it'll definitely be less harmful and damaging than what's he's doing now,",

"Of course, I can be wrong about him and this whole thing, I wouldn't be surprised," Husk stated, lifting his hands in surrender as if wanting to decline any responsibility from his advices,

"but... judging by how he acts n all, he does like you in some way... even if just in his own twisted way," he eventually told you then shrugged and again focused on the glass in his hand,

And you were left with lips slightly parted because you've not expected Husk to say anything of what he's just told you,

You were actually prepared for a rant about how much he hates Alastor and how much stupid you are for dating him,

But not this,

You were not prepared for this,

And you were quite pleasantly surprised,

Because hearing reassurance coming from Husk's mouth was a nearly nonexistent occurrence,

And that alone assured you that his words were genuine and meant something,

Even if everything was said in typical Husk fashion,

And, for the first time since sitting down at the bar, you smiled,

You smiled and gazed at Husk with appreciation,

"Thanks, Husk, I needed that," you told him lowly, making him scoff,

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome or whatever, just don't pull any hugging shit on me or some other mushy bullshit," he scoffed, rolling his eyes,

Then he sighed,

"Now get your ass off that barstool and go talk to that fucken asshole," he ushered you, making a shoo motion with his clawed hand,

And you smiled again, knowing that Husk meant well despite acting rather rude and aloof,

But deciding to heed Husker's words, you nodded and got up from your seat,

"Yeah, yeah, you're right, I should go talk to him," you nodded with a playful smile at Husk's attitude,

"I'll be going now, and you can pour the rest of my drink down the drain," you told him before heading out of the room,

"And thanks again!" you called before rounding the corner and disappearing from sight,

And Husk rolled his eyes again,

But deep down he was glad he managed to comfort you,

Despite you not knowing it, you were quite a good influence on Alastor,

And Husker truly hoped you would continue to cling to the Radio demon's arm even if Lucifer himself put obstacles in the way,

Or well... even if Alastor was the one putting obstacles in the way...

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[mobbu-min]

☆ bragging rights ☆

(ft. the vice housewardens + ruggie)

After reading this fic where reader brags about the dorm leaders, could I request a version with the vice dorm leaders? And maybe the first years in the future? requested by anon PLEASE!! I LOVE YOUR FIC ABOUT BRAGGING THE DORMLEADER SIMPING RANT TO THE FIRST YEARS SHSBSJS MAKES ME ALL FLUFF 😭 Could you perhaps one day make the vice dorm vers, please?? no pressure of course— i just need all those fluff making me giggling at midnight on my bed because of the fluff its so CUTE!! requested by anon This https://at.tumblr.com/mobbu-min/request-what-if-the-dorm-leaders-had-an-so/qt4e3a02k8z8 this right here was the cutest shit I've ever read. If it's not too much to ask of you, is it alright if we had a version with the Vice Dorm Leaders? Jamil's either gon be smug as fuck or shocked. requested by anon

a/n i decided to put Ortho in the first year part which is probably going to be posted tomorrow tbh

tw cursing and reader is horny for a lot of them

want more? here is part one: bragging rights

Trey + Ace/Deuce <3

⋆ Ace can understand why you’d brag about Trey. I mean it’s Trey Clover. Literally the most husband material of the husbands. He’s good looking, can bake, smells nice, cleans well, can bake, is good with kids (at least what Ace has heard), is perfect at dealing with Riddle. Did he mention that Trey can bake? Anyways, Ace actually doesn’t have anything bad to say. Sure you’re annoying and Ace can’t seem to look Trey in the eyes after all the filth that comes out of your mouth. He can’t delete the memory of you ogling Trey while he was bending down to get something out of the oven and drooling, ‘man, what I would do to get a bite out of that ass’. He legit considered drowning his eardrums in bleach, yuck.

⋆ Same as Ace, but he gets so flustered everytime you say anything remotely dirty. But anyways, Deuce actually really loves the way you talk so highly and lovingly of Trey. Like yeah, it’s a little much and kinda makes Deuce feel like a third wheel despite the fact Trey is very much not present, but Deuce can’t help but want someone that would talk about him so highly as well. Also, he knows that Trey would take wonderful care of you and that’s all he could ask for. 

⋆ Trey is both shocked and happy. He’s pretty much used to people overlooking him because let's be honest, out of everyone in the dorm (hell probably the school), he’s the most normal one out there. But knowing that you’re willing to talk anyone’s ears off just about him makes him chuckle. You sure are something else, huh? Well, Trey doesn’t mind, actually he’ll probably show up at Ramshackle with your favorite sweet and show you what these hands can do~

He’s going to give you a massage, nasties

Ruggie + Jack <3

⋆ A respecter of his elders, Jack feels a sense of pride when you talk so highly of Ruggie. Though at first, he mistakes it as admiration and respect just like Jack feels for Ruggie, but something about the way your eyes light up and cheeks brighten quickly gives him another impression. Listen, Jack adores you and wants what's best for, however, that doesn’t mean Jacks wants to listen to your hour long rants about Ruggie. Again, Jack’s a chill guy, so he’ll water his plants and do other chores while you trail after him like a little duckling. It’s cute really

⋆Ruggle like ‘are they talking about me? You’re joking, nu-uh….oh shit!’ He gets so smug about it. His tail literally wags back and forth so fast he considers taping it to his side. Ruggie definitely wasn’t expecting it, because one, you hang out with a ton of cool people, and two, Ruggie is constantly messing with you (affectionately ofc). He definitely sees your relationship in a new light. Maybe he wouldn’t mind sharing some food sometime, just a thought.

Jade + Grim <3

⋆ Grim is so fuckin scared. He doesn’t know if it’s for you, or for him, all he knows is that he’s running for the hills anytime he sees that tall ass fucker. Like literally, you just had to choose the scariest person ever to simp for huh? You know that tiktok sound where it’s all like “Shut the fuck up! I’m so fuckin scared rn!”, yeah that’s Grim. Always on the verge of shitting himself or fighting Jade. Grim has not known peace.

⋆Jade is pleasantly surprised. Originally, he’s all like ‘I can totally get something out of this’ but eventually you wormed your way into his heart. Does he protest? No, because you’re genuinely the most interesting creature he’s ever met. Jade considers you one the most precious pearls in the world. So knowing you consider him a worth enough person to brag about makes him beyond happy. However, don’t expect that this relieves you of his teasing, because he finds this a perfect opportunity to amp it up.

Jamil + Grim <3

⋆ There’s two things that run through Grim mind when you ‘shockingly’ confess that you have the hots for Jamil. One, didn’t he literally kidnap us?! And two, hell yeah! Food! Grim walks a thin line between wanting to be mad at Jamil for what he did during winter break and falling in love with him instead, because damn, when Grim heard the saying ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ he didn’t realize how true it was until Jamil became a recurring face in his life. 

⋆ Jamil is both shocked and smug. Like, he expected you to fall for Kalim, because he has money and is emotionally available. But! The fact that you didn’t fall for Kalim makes him 100x more smug! Like for once, Jamil beats Kalim and doesn’t have to a) feel burdened by it or 2) feel guilty. So it's a win-win situation! Jamil is calculating and observant, so he decided to go a safe route and cook you all your favorite food as a confession. And damn, he did not expect you to cry and wipe your boogers all over your sleeve because you were so happy. Maybe he can get used to it.

Rook + Epel <3

⋆ You really know how to choose ‘em huh? Epel is literally at his wit's end. All you talk about is Rook and all Rook talks about is you. And both you have a very weird and honestly, freaky, way of saying how much you love each other. Out of the two, Epel would much rather listen to Rook, because at least Epel doesn’t understand a word that comes out of his baguette loving mouth. But you? Epel swears that once he gets home he’s going to get his meemaw to wash out all the filthy things you said about Rook and what you wanted him to do to you. He realizes he’d much rather listen to Vil nag him. Just give the poor boy a break!

⋆ Okay okay okay, he’s known since the beginning. He knows it all! It’s so fuckin creepy, but damn does that make things ten times easier. Rook is instantly sweeping you off your feet and into bed to make all the things you said come true. He’s a gentleman, what can he say? Rook loves that you like to brag about him, it’s just so beautiful knowing that you both want each other. He can just explode at the thought. 

And he does…please interpret that however you like…

Lilia + Sebek <3

⋆ YOU TRULY ARE STUBBORN HUMAN!??!?!? Sebek is so fucking stingy about it. Like damn, okay you damn overgrown cucumber! Be stingy! Like that’s not going to stop you from getting laid. Does Sebek care though? No! Because he’s mean! Or more like, he doesn’t understand. But that's beside the point! Sebek will not let you get close to Lilia, not in his presence! What if you want to consume his mind and eat his brains?! Sebek can’t even imagine! Will fight you anytime and anywhere! Name the place, and he swears your ass is grass!

⋆ Okay, but alternatively, Sebek is a lot like how he was with Malleus and is all like ‘Yeah! Master Lilia is truly amazing! Human, you might actually be smart!’ and you’re just there with the widest grin because Sebek is your way to getting what you want(that being getting your guts rearranged). And everytime you come to him with the weirdest questions, Sebek merely bats his eyes and answers it without a second thought. Like ‘Of course, it’s big! It’s huge actually! Ginormous!...Eh, Human!? Why do you look ill?...Human, I haven't the slightest idea of what you could be referring to, but I was talking about his generosity. What else could there be that’s as big as his heart and wisdom?...tch, you better not get My Great Lord ill!”

⋆ Oh! How scandalous! You’re making him blush! Don’t you know it’s rude to make an old man’s heart want to burst? Literally cackles and gives you a big ass kiss. The things you do to this old man, like damn, he feels young again. Lilia is actually so funny about it because he wants to see you duel it out with Sebek for his hand, how lovely would that be? But also wants to whisk you away so you both can ‘game’ instead. Ugh, so many choices. Maybe he’ll let you both fight, so he can kiss your boo-boo’s away. How romantic!

Sebek do not question why I'm wobbling out of lilia’s room. Memories were made last night!

[duchess-kyuupid]

So I had an idea, what if reader was the magicless student and didn't feel like going home because they knew they were dead in their old world?

So one day a friend asks, "What do you think you'd do if you got back home?"

And reader just replies nonchalantly with a straight face with, "Probably lie in a coffin six feet under."

The friend thinks they are joking but little do they know...

Could it be with Ace and whoever else you'd think best fit the scenario? Thanks! <3

Hello anon! Sorry this literally took forever (-ω-、) At first I had a hard time trying to figure out how to put it all together and who to do lmao I think I ended up doing pretty good, if I do say so myself (maybe a little bit overboard as it went on, though? Like the request looks like it's supposed to at least be a little bit funny but my brain says 'haha sad reader go brrr') Either way, I hope that you enjoy, darling <333

~ "I'm probably never going back." With Ace, Kalim, and Grim ~

[Angst to fluff, Platonic Grim, Gn! reader]

Ace

"So," Ace started, munching on his sandwich, "What d'ya go to the Headmaster for this time? You get stuck with another random job again?" he asks with a sinister innocent smile on his face as he eyes your own lunch.

"Actually, we were discussing the prospects of me going home," you stated nonchalantly, casually sliding your plate of food closer to yourself, knowing full well that Ace really only started this conversation to get you distracted so that he could get at your cherry pie (which the chefs had made specifically for you, as a thanks for helping keep the fireplaces warm over winter break).

Now, while you had certainly noticed that Ace was after your food (you were used to it already, after dealing with Grim after all of this time), you had failed to notice the way that Ace's smile fell off of his face for the faintest moment after he heard the words 'home' leaving your mouth, but he was quick to regain his notorious smile before you could see his disappointment. And in an act to tease you a bit (and to rid himself of the unknown feelings bubbling in the pit of his stomach), he brazenly chuckles and states without thinking,

"Ha, I bet that old man probably told you to give it up. Like, what would you even do if you got back home?" Without a second beat you tell him with a straight face,

"I'd probably just be six-feet under."

"Right?" Ace agrees with a hearty chuckle. And he sees that you still for a second, lowering your head and taking a deep breath for a moment. In that quick moment of you losing concentration, Ace swipes the last remaining bite of your cherry pie with a cheeky smirk.

"So that's why I'm probably never going back," you clear your throat and look at Ace with a sad smile, tears brimming your eyes. And suddenly, Ace feels really, really guilty. He was just trying to lighten the mood by joking with you...about going home...

Ugh, how could he have messed this up, worse? It's impossible, I tell you! Ace knows that you've just been suddenly thrust into a world that you know nothing about, forced to attend a school where you barely even meet the minimum for the curriculum, and, to make matters even better for you, you're basically forced into doing whatever that Headmaster of the school tells you to, simply because he was just kind enough to let you stay at the school since you hadn't even a penny to your name nor your nonexistent family in this world.

Not only that, but you're also the prefect of this new dorm without any magic at all, and you're supposed to keep an eye on this random cat that nearly ruined the Orientation ceremony. And! You've also got to handle both him and Deuce, also known as the chaos duo to everyone who knows them. And he just stole the last piece of your cherry pie, which was honestly something that you more than deserve after all the shit that you've gone through. We all know that you weren't crying because of him stealing your pie, but this fact really was just the cherry on top of his sundae of regret.

So yeah, just label him as Dumbass #1 in your book, if he isn't already.

And he's not sure why he was surprised to see those tears in your eyes, but he was, and he's ashamed at the fact that he's never noticed how you've felt before. So in a frantic motion to fix things, Ace stands up quickly, saying a quick excuse to you about accidentally leaving something in his last class or something, and excusing himself from the lunch table before you could even react.

~~

You honestly didn't know where he went after he left you at lunch, because he wasn't in any of his classes for the remainder of the day. It was only after classes, as you were walking back to Ramshackle with Grim, that you saw him next. He was standing in front of your front door with a nervous look on his face, but he was dressed quite nicely. Not quite formal attire, but it looked like he was expecting to go somewhere, at the very least. Once he saw you approaching, his face brightened for a moment, with a slight blush cropping up on his cheeks as you ask him what he's been doing all day.

"Well," he starts with a chuckle and his infamous smile, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I got permission from the Headmaster for us to leave campus for a while, so why don't we go check out some stores at the village nearby? I thought that maybe I'd show you around, since you'd probably beg me to keep you from getting lost anyway... Oh, and don't worry about paying for anything, I have it allll covered." He says that last part with extra emphasis and a more confident smile than before, hoping that that would be the ticket to getting you to agree. Little did he know, you were going to agree even if he wasn't going to buy you anything. And little did you know that one of the biggest reasons why he's decided to do all of this can be explained through one simple sentence: 'I want you to start liking this world more than your own.'

In truth, he'd struck a deal with Azul again in exchange for enough cash to buy whatever you wanted from any store (he's got a lot of work cut out for him in the upcoming future), but shh, you didn't need to know that. It would be all worth it if it means that you can get a chance at starting a normal life here...

And perhaps, maybe one day you might want to start living your new life with him by your side.

Kalim

Oh, Kalim. This epitome of sunshine was sharing everything about his family, his childhood, and his homeland to you with so much enthusiasm that you felt yourself feeling the twang of homesickness starting to erupt in your heart. But of course, this always happens with Kalim, doesn't it? First, he hurt the one who he's always adored as a brother- Jamil, and now, he's hurting you too, all without realizing it. You could never blame him for it, though. His genuine happiness and warmth was something that you looked forward to every day, and most of the time just being around him felt like you were basking in the sun on a cold day.

But, sometimes the warmth that he radiates so fervently starts to feel like too much, as if you were being scorched alive under the unbearable heat of the sun.

"So," Kalim says, taking a moment to catch his breath, "I think that's all of my brothers and sisters, plus all of my extended family too! We're a big family, so I know it's a lot, haha! Say, what's your family like?" he innocently asks with bright, expectant eyes.

And you know that he doesn't mean to do this to you, but you can't deny that right now you felt like his beautiful red eyes were burning themselves into your soul like a branding iron. You don't want to make it sound like you blame him for your predicament or his enthusiasm about his family, so you give him the best smile you can muster and divert the subject to the best of your ability.

"Well, they're really not as important as yours is. Can you tell me more about how the Asim family started out? Your family must have a lot of really interesting history."

"Oh, sure!" Kalim nods happily to your request, forgetting his own question shortly after as he continues in his own rant about his gigantic family and some of the more interesting parts of its history.

At this point, Jamil really couldn't bear to listen to this anymore. He's been quietly watching and listening in on your conversation with Kalim from his seat in the corner of the room, where he was supposed to be 'studying'. Jamil sees that Kalim's doing the same thing to you as what happened to him, and decides to step into your conversation. 'Might as well go ahead and rip the band-aid off before it gets to the point of no return,' Jamil thinks.

"Hey," he begins, cutting Kalim off mid-sentence, "Do you have any sort of plans for when you get to go home? If you can go home?"

And Kalim looks at you with a surprised look on his face at Jamil's question for you because of course you'd want to stay here in Twisted Wonderland with him and everyone else! He'd never thought of the idea that you'd ever want to go back home to your original world, Kalim felt like it was just a given that you'd want to stay even if you had the choice to leave. But now that he thinks about it a little more, he doesn't understand where he even got that idea from to begin with. After all, as someone who cares for his family and his homeland a great deal, he can kindof understand how you might feel after being torn away from all of that without any way of returning.

"Haha, well," you chuckle heartlessly, "I'm probably never going back anyway. I think if I went back home now I'd just be six-feet under or something." Your attempt to lighten the mood with your 'joke' fails when you hear the sound of your own voice saying it. You would be lying to yourself if you tried to claim that, no, your voice wasn't shaky, and that yes, you were completely fine with never seeing your family ever again. Jamil makes a comment that he was going to grab something to drink from the kitchen, leaving you in a moment of silence with Kalim following your rather dark 'joke.'

"Well, what's the harm in trying anyway?" Kalim asks softly, "You never know unless you try! Plus, even if it doesn't work out, at least you can say that you've given it your all, right?"

"That's the FUCKING problem," you snap, "I've BEEN trying to go back home, and nothing's ever working! And there's no way in hell I'm just going to give up and go ~'Well at least I tried'~ when it's my goddamn LIFE on the line here!"

Oh no, you didn't mean to start yelling at Kalim like that... But after hearing his flippant "at least you've given you're all" comment, all of the pent-up emotions just felt like they were going to explode if they were kept inside any longer. You feel bad for suddenly yelling at him, but at the same time, it felt like the water gates have finally opened, and before you knew it, more kept spilling from your mouth.

"I had a normal life back in my world, you know! I had people who cared for me, I had plans for the future that I painstakingly paved the road for for my entire fucking life. Everything that I've done in my life up to this point, it's all become utterly useless now that I've come here," you wailed, tears escaping your eyes as you spoke without constraint, "Can you imagine how it feels to have everything stolen away from you, Kalim? All of the people that I've created my childhood memories with, they're all gone! My scholarships, my college applications, my work experience- nonexistent! Hell, if you want to get into the legalities of it, I technically have never gone to school in my life before attending NRC because I never existed in this world before then." You take a breath to help calm yourself down, but after still feeling the flames of rage bubbling in your lungs, you continue to vent out your feelings.

"Do you know how it feels, Kalim, to have no idea whether the people you love know if you're dead or alive? To have to think about how they would react to my 'death' when I'm still kicking and screaming inside another world?! To have to think about everything that you've been forced to leave behind all of a sudden?" You're basically screaming out your frustrations to the sky now, as you couldn't bear to stare at Kalim as you cried out your miseries, "To have to think about the life you could be leading right now if you weren't dragged to some random world with no knowledge about it's countries, it's history, or even it's most fundamental principles like magic?"

Kalim's staring at you intensely, taking every single word you speak into account. Even as you got to the point where you couldn't speak clearly anymore, when you pushed yourself to where all you could do was sob, snivel, and blubber out your words of woe, Kalim sat there listening to you the whole way through.

At some point during your crying, Kalim pulled you gently into his arms in a tight embrace as he let you continue to let your feelings out. He was going to wait until it was all out before he even tried to say anything (reason one being, because it would be rather rude to interrupt you, and two is because he's been rather notorious for crying when he sees other people cry and he didn't want to make the crying spotlight on him)

When you were finally done, Kalim patted your head soothingly and spoke quietly. His own voice was shaky too, and he was also on the verge of tears just from watching and listening to you.

"I never knew you felt like that, I'm sorry for not realizing it earlier," he says, and just the sound of him trying to keep in his tears breaks your heart to pieces.

Your pain is his pain, your tears are his tears, and your smile is his smile because, even if he doesn't realize it yet, he truly loves you dearly. Kalim knows he can be really, really dense most of the time, which is why he never noticed these pent-up frustrations of yours when they were so obvious to Jamil, but he hopes that you'll forgive him for making you feel even worse.

"It's not your fault, Kalim. I'm not angry at you or anything- I'm sorry for yelling like that," you inhale, "It's just-... It just hurts, you know? Thinking about all of the what-ifs and the could-be's... But the truth is, I've had more fun in the short time that I've been here than in my entire life back home. And most of that's because of you, actually."

"Really?" he asks, a spark of his normal cheer returning to his voice.

"Yes, really. I might not be able to use magic, but it's been something that I've loved learning about since coming here. You know, the very first time you took me on a ride with the magic carpet, and I got to see this whole new world from way high up in the sky, I knew that nothing from my home could beat that experience. I'm going to miss my home, but it's not so bad when I know that you're here."

Oh, look at you- you were the one who just had an emotional breakdown right in front of Kalim, and yet you're the one consoling him! Your sweet words struck through his heart like cupid's arrow, and he internally vows that he will always be someone who brings a smile to your face- that he will do everything that he can to make sure that you're happy.

"Then," he perks up, wiping his face from any stray tears that might have escaped from earlier, "Let's go on another carpet ride together, outside of campus!" He exclaims excitedly, all hints of previous sadness gone from his eyes and voice.

"There's so many places I want to show you, but I think we should look for spots that look like your home! This world is a pretty big place, so I'm sure there must be somewhere that looks similar to yours. Tell me everything about your homeland- If we can't find something like it, then we'll just have to make it ourselves!"

Grim

It was in the midst of winter break that you started to feel more lonely. All of your other friends were gone and spending the holidays with their families, while you were still here at the school with your only company being Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts, who would come and go as they pleased. Everything was just so,, quiet, without the chaos duo Deuce and Ace around. Of course, Grim was almost always up to his own little shenanigans too, but most of the time they were harmless and it was just him entertaining himself with catching mice and such.

The silence of the winter break and the bleakness of the white snow was staring to take a toll on you, and it wasn't helping the fact that you're still experiencing nightmares beyond what you see in the mirror at night (this is not a jab at you, I swear).

For reference, you just had a dream that woke you up in the middle of the night, sweating and gasping for air as you tried to recollect yourself. Of course, you couldn't fall back asleep after what you've just seen, and Grim was still sound asleep in his corner of the bed. Quietly, you move to get up to go get some fresh air outside- not forgetting to bring your jacket with you to the freezing cold weather out there.

And you spent a bit of time in the silence of the night, sitting on the stairs of the front porch of the Ramshackle dorm with a heavy jacket tied to your shoulders, just staring up into the sky. This isn't the first time that this has happened, so you know that looking at the stars would usually help you out in times like these.

'I can see the stars so clearly from here. Back home, the stars would be so dim that most nights you could hardly see them because of all of the lights around.'

'Huh, I wonder what kind of constellations this world has thought up of. That kinda looks almost like a horse, if you look at it sideways.'

'I wonder what kind of galaxy this world is in. The Milky Way was nice and all, but something different could be nice, too.'

Those would be the kind of thoughts that would help calm you down after your nightmares and you'd start feeling sleepy again. You'd go back inside, maybe drink a little bit of water, and then delve underneath the covers of your bed and go to back to sleep.

But this time, though, you could hardly focus on anything else except for the contents of your dream. No matter how intently you stared into the night sky, there was nothing else that you could think of other than, 'It was just so realistic.'

"Hey, hench-human! There you are! 'Was wonderin' where ya went so late at night. Come back in already, you let the fireplace in the room die out and now the whole room's gone cold again," you hear Grim calling out to you from the now open door of the Ramshackle dorm.

"Sorry Grim, I'll be back inside in just a bit, just gimmie a minute, alright?"

"What? You're just gonna sit outside in this cold?" Grim exclaims, "What are ya even doing out here anyway?" And you hear Grim's paws tapping on the old wooden flooring as he scampers his way to you.

"Couldn't sleep, so I went out for some fresh air, that's all."

"Oh yeah? Had another dream about the Great Seven? Or was it that Mickey dude in the mirror again?" He pushes your arms away from your legs and jumps into your lap without another thought. If he was going to wait for you to get up and relight the fireplace, he was at least going to wait somewhere that's nice and warm- your lap.

"Actually," you clear your throat, "not this time, no."

"Then what's up?" And he just said it so casually, like either he knew that something was bothering you and he wanted to make the conversation comfortable enough to talk about it- that or he's just completely unable to read a room (which was honestly the more likely option). Either way, it made you pause for a moment, to think about whether you wanted to answer his question honestly or make up some sort of lie about it.

"I'm thinking about whether I should just go ahead and tell Crowley to give up on looking for my way back home," you admit, deciding on telling him half-truths for now. But your comment caught him off guard, and he looks back at you with surprise. "Huh, why would ya do that?" he asks.

"Well, I mean I'd probably just be lying six feet under if I do manage to go back, so what's the point in having Crowley waste his time on this? Besides, he's been using it as an excuse to make me us do all of his dirty work for him, and I don't want to be indebted to him anymore than I already am."

"Well, I guess that does make sense, but still, haven't you been wantin' to go home this whole time? What's with you givin' up now?" he grumbles.

"Awe, I had no idea that you hated me this much," you joke, "To think, that even my closest friend even wants me gone from this world! Oh, woe is me!"

"Hey, you know it ain't like that, henchman!" Grim pushes you playfully, "I'll have you know that, unlike SOME people, I care about my minions. If ya wanna go home, then you should keep tryin' to find a way back, especially if there's someone else doin' all the work for you."

"That's sweet of you to say, but I'm probably never going back."

"What makes you so sure?" And you don't say anything to his question, not for a while. Grim notices your silence and concludes his statement, "Well, if that's what you want, then alright. It just means that you'll be here to see me become the greatest mage in the world!"

"Mhm," you nod sluggishly, and the conversation goes quiet from there. Now, the heavy silence of the winter night fell upon the both of you, the only sounds being the creaking of the old wooden planks of the Ramshackle dorm, the frostbitten wind blowing through the air, and the soft shuffling of you petting through Grim's fur as he sits idly in your lap. The silence didn't bother either of you much, as Grim was nearly falling back to sleep with the soft movements of your hands brushing him and the warmth from your lap keeping the cold at bay. But as time continued to pass, your anxious thoughts started clouding the deep recesses of your mind once again and you felt compelled to speak upon them.

"Grim, I know that you're a monster and everything, but do you know anything about reading a human's pulse?" you speak suddenly, and he flinches awake at your question, rubbing his eyes tiredly as you continue without letting him answer, "You can find your heart rate just by pressing on your wrist, or placing these fingers against your neck, like this." And you demonstrated both actions to him.

"Grim,, I," your voice chokes up, "I can't feel my pulse... Earlier I had another nightmare, and I saw myself dying. In my world... It was so realistic, I..." Tears start erupting from your eyes as you recall the vivid memory, and Grim stares at you with wide eyes as you continue, "When I woke up, I felt like I could still feel the pain. It was so excruciating, I felt like I was going to throw up, so I came out here."

Your body was shivering uncontrollably with how you were trying to keep your tears in as you spoke, and you pull Grim closer to you in a hug close to your chest, "Grim, please tell me. Do you hear anything? Anything at all? Even if you lie to me, please just tell me that you can hear my heartbeat."

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

"I can hear it," Grim states seriously (I mean, after seeing the state you're in, it would be more than a little rude if he wasn't serious), "And I'm not lyin' to ya. It's super cold out here, which is probably why ya can't feel it, but you do have a heartbeat. I promise you, you're alive, right here, with me." He wasn't expecting this, but he tries his best to comfort you, though really he has no idea about what to do or what to say. But as awkward as his words come out as, it still works to help you calm down after a while. He waits until your breathing starts to slow down and your tears have stopped spilling.

"Henchman, I'm startin' to feel hungry for a midnight snack," he states, "I know you're hungry too, so let's go sneak into the cafeteria and see what they've got!" And he leaps off of your lap and looks at you with his bright blue eyes, "We can warm up by its fireplace while we're there too."

As he starts dragging you towards the school, he turns to look at you and he says, "The way I see it, the way you still get hungry or thirsty is how we know that you're still alive. You wouldn't need to eat or sleep if you were dead, like the ghosts, now would'ya? You really need to stop overthinking things like this, givin' me a heart attack when you start cryin' outta nowhere like that..."

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I accidentally wrote a whole mini-story for them, no wonder this request took so long </33 I really hope that you enjoyed reading this, anon! While I did have trouble at the beginning, things started falling into place as I kept writing 👏👏

[sanjisblackasswife]

Even More Embarrassing/Funny Sex Moments with OP Men

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Part 1 | Part 2

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Sanji, Luffy, Zoro, Law, Ace

Luffy

You and him were getting pretty heated and he wanted to have sex on your new beanbag chair, he got too excited while trying to unzip your dress he accidentally unzipped the actual beanbag and a bunch of styrofoam bust all over the place

He thought your clit was something he was supposed to press not rub so he pressed down on it with his thumb when he found it and it hurt like hell

Sanji

He felt himself cumming way too soon so he closed his eyes tightly to think about something else so he thought about gross hairy men and his dick got immediately soft inside you (is that even a thing)

He came a little too much and it got on the ceiling in the kitchen. It was very awkward to explain what happened when the crew was rolling in right as you both were mopping.🧍🏾‍♀️

Ace

Ace kept mocking your moans in a playful way after sex. Usually you wouldn’t care, but eventually you got annoyed and told him you were faking it anyways. He took it to heart and started to cry🧍🏾‍♀️

He fell asleep while eating you out and when you woke him up he bit your clit out of shock

Zoro

(Got this idea from @zoro-kun 😭) He was on top and you dont know why but you slapped his face. He immediately stopped and just stared at you. He didn’t slap you back but he did put you on your stomach and fuck the wind out of you.

He wanted to watch porn with you while fucking but the girl’s moaning was too annoying and he couldn’t hear you so he got annoyed, pulled out and unplugged the tv muttering “Turn this shit off!”

Law

You said you had to pee, but Law just assumed you were about to squirt, so he ignored you and said “let go.” You did, and you in fact peed on him. Alot.

Law wanted to start incorporating more toys in your sex life and so when you offered to bring in a dildo he agreed, then quickly disagreed because the dildo was bigger than him.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Where's Your Clothes?

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 5.4k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, cock riding, missionary, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

Getting out of my shower, I turn to the towel bar and frown

Fucking hell

I forgot to put new towels before my shower

That is if I even have any more

I've slacked on my laundry

It's just that it's so goddamn hot outside and I'd rather stay inside in my air condition apartment than go out

And that means pj's all day

I'm so thankful I chose being a teacher

Paid summers off and I get to slack off in my AC home, napping, TV show binging, reading, YouTube binging and whatever else I feel like doing

But being in PJs means laundry isn't getting full with clothes, the towels pile up and I forget all about it

I don't want to leave the bathroom because I'm soaking wet and the AC is gonna make me freeze

I have it on in my bedroom and my living room

My best friend San is coming over today to hang today and we switch between hanging in my room and the living room

And he will complain if he has to wait for either to get cool

I check the time on my phone, groaning

He's coming in like ten minutes

I have to brave the cold to get dressed before he comes

Opening the bathroom door, I sprint to the linen closet, the cool air from the living room making me shiver, goosebumps rising on my skin

When I look in the closet I sigh

No towels

Great

How am I supposed to dry my damn hair?

Fuck

Whatever

Scrolling on my phone, I walk to my bedroom, opening the door as I walk in

I close the door, look up and shriek, jumping back

"Where the fuck are your clothes?", San gapes from my bed at the same time I land on my foot wrong, fall backwards, my back and head hitting the door as I land on my ass

All while naked

Fucking perfect

"Shit, Jo are you ok?", San asks, running over to me

"When the fuck did you get here?", I ask, rubbing the back of my head, as his arms move around me, helping me up

"Like fifteen minutes ago", he says, "I used my key when you wouldn't answer the bell and I heard the shower running. I just didn't think you'd walk around with no clothes on"

Right

I'm naked

With his arms around me, holding me

I see in his eyes when he realizes the same thing, his arms moving away, his gaze looking down

"Fuck", he says as he gets an eye full of my boobs, then averts his gaze to the ceiling

I stand frozen not sure of what to do

His gaze flits back to my boobs, slowly moving down more, biting his bottom lip hard

My brain is screaming to move, put fucking clothes on but I can't make my body move

I don't know what spot his eyes are looking at, I just know he's looking at my skin intensely

Almost as if he's in a trance, his hand moves, his cool fingers running softly down my tattoo that runs from my ribs to my hip

My skin shivers where he touches and I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little turned on

His gaze moves to my sternum tattoo, his fingers following, tracing the lines slowly in barely there touches

I notice his breathing changes, becoming more labored with every piece of skin he touches

His other hand moves to my hip, trailing behind me and gently up my back, feeling good

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing

I should tell him to stop, move away from him but I can't

More than can't, I don't fucking want to

I want his hands on me, touching me

It's something I've longed for awhile

So I let him touch me, his hands moving around my boobs, squeezing softly then running up over my shoulders, down my back, over my hips

His hand moves to my lower stomach, then slowly slides up

"So soft", he murmurs, his hand now in-between my boobs

It's taking everything in me to keep standing up right

He leans forward and I wonder what he's going to do when his lips land on my collarbone, pressing a kiss into my skin

I breathe hard, warmth and tingles exploding on the skin under his lips

His lips move to another spot, then another, peppering kisses all over my chest, collarbones and neck

"Should I stop?", he murmurs

"No", I whimper

It's like now that I have his kisses, I need them

His kisses travel down, around my boob until he gets to my nipple

His tongue moves out of his mouth, licking across my nipple, a moan coming from my mouth as I feel it get hard

His tongue licks again and again, soft groans coming from him

He likes this too

It's a shock

Moving to my other nipple, he tugs it into his mouth, sucking softly while his fingers play with my other one

My pussy floods with juice, throbbing as he keeps going, turning me on so much

He plays with my boobs for a bit and I just stand there letting him

His mouth starts it's descent down my body again, this time his tongue licking my skin before he kisses it

Fuck me, who knew San could be this soft?

When he gets to my belly button, he bites on my ring, tugging it softly then giving another kiss

He moves dangerously lower, his hands following the downward path on my back

He kneels as he goes down, his hands now squeezing my ass, his mouth kissing right above my pussy

And fuck I need him

When he's right in front of my pussy, I push my hips forward just as he leans forward, his tongue licking my clit, pleasure running up my spine, a moan escaping

He sucks my clit in his mouth, tugging and playing, my pussy even more soaked

"Fuck", I whimper, my legs shaking as he sucks on me, his hands kneading my booty and pushing me forward more, keeping me right against his mouth, my hands on his shoulder and in his hair, holding on to stay upright

He switches to circling my clit with the tip of his tongue, the pleasure insane

I had no idea San knew how to eat pussy

I don't see him much because he's an idol and we don't really talk about our sex lives

So all this is a surprise to me

"Mmm so good", he murmurs, "Pretty little throbbing clit, love it in my mouth"

That's so fucking hot

His tongue swipes a few more times, then he's back to sucking, my fingers twisting in his hair from the intense bliss

His eyes look up at me, watching me watch him, not tearing his gaze from mine

Goddamn, this is so fucking erotic

Her slurps on my clit repeatedly, making sure his tongue is right against my bump, licking at the same time

It's all so much and I'm right there

He slurps once more and I fall over the edge right into an amazing orgasm

"San", I whimper, his eyes never moving from my face as he sucks as fast as he can, pleasure running through ever nerve, getting me through it

I pull his hair, holding him against my cunt until I finish

When I do, he kisses my clit once, then stands, his face a mess of juice and cum, making me blush

He takes my hand, leading me to my bed

I sit at the edge and he gently pushes me back, opening my legs slowly

He moans, getting back down on his knees, his tongue licking right up my pussy

"Sannie", I cry, my body arching as he keeps sliding his tongue up

"So fucking good", he murmurs, "You taste so good. Sweet cream. Better than I thought you'd be"

Wait what?

What did he- oh god

All thoughts leave my head as his tongue buries in my cunt, swirling everywhere, touching all the right places

"Yes Sannie", I moan

His tongue dips into my hole, wiggling in, making me gasp out in bliss

So good, so fucking good

He gently fucks his tongue into me, making sure he gets as much as he can inside, swiping in my pussy before he pulls out again

God, I never had this much pleasure from a tongue before

My hips move on their own, grinding into his face, his tongue not stopping

"Mm yeah baby", he whimpers between thrusts, "Fuck my face. God, you're fucking perfect"

Yeah right

No way

He's perfect

I'd argue but I'm in too much pleasure to speak

His hands hold my legs open, gripping hard on my thighs as he eats my cunt fucking perfectly

His tongue slips up, playing with my clit, his two fingers sliding in my cunt at the same time and I clench around them hard

"Yeah baby", he praises, moving his fingers in and out, his mouth sucking on my clit again, upping the pleasure

My hips still move on their own, fucking his fingers, taking them deeper

His fingers rub against a spot inside me that has me gasping and crying out, my body shivering

"Found it baby", he says, his fingers pressing and rubbing my spot

I feel another orgasm building and I'm shocked I'm gonna cum again

Normally once is enough or it'll take awhile

His fingers pound in and out and he murmurs against my clit, "Cum against my face baby. All over my fingers. Lemme swallow your sweet cream"

He sucks once more, his fingers pressing my spot and I lose it, bliss blinding me, my body shaking hard as I cum, shouting his name

My body arches as his fingers pull out, his tongue replacing them

I clench down hard on his tongue, the beautiful moan he lets out bouncing in my brain, adding to the pleasure

His tongue moves in and out as he swallows, the pleasure slowly tapering off as I finish

He gives me one long lick, then presses a kiss to my pussy, sitting back on his knees

I struggle to sit up, looking down at him in amazement

He meets my gaze, a small smile on his lips

I don't think, moving to the floor and kneeling in front of him

Moving my hand to his face, I softly stroke his skin, finally able to feel how soft it is under my fingers

His head leans into my touch, lips pressing a kiss to my palm, his eyes still on mine

There are a swirl of emotions in his eyes that I can't place right now but I also see want in them

And I want him

I move my hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it slowly up his body, giving him time to stop me

But he does the opposite, eagerly helping me like he can't wait to get out of his clothes

The shirt is tossed away and I'm left with the San from the music videos

The hard muscular chest, the fucking abs, the muscley arms

I place my hands on his chest, the power and strength in him like a tangible thing

I slowly trail my hands down his body, feeling every muscle, his skin so soft, so perfect

I touch his abs, running my fingers over them, a look of pleasure on his beautiful face, his teeth biting his bottom lip

Moving my hands around his wrists, I trail up his arms to his shoulders then slip on his back

Leaning forward I kiss his chest again and again, soft whimpers coming from him, my fingers trailing up and down his back at the same time

His skin is baby soft, smooth, perfect

I kiss everywhere on his chest, then move to his shoulders, just wanting to kiss him absolutely everywhere

Placing my hands on either side of his neck, I move them up, cupping his face, his eyes moving to mine

I run my thumb over his lip and I can't stop myself

I lean forward, my lips against his in a world altering kiss

The floor tilts under me, butterflies burst in my stomach, my head dizzy and in the clouds

It's so much more than I expected, blowing me away

We move our mouths at the same time, our tongues against each other's, deepening the kiss

I'm on cloud fucking nine, wanting nothing more than to kiss him forever

I slide my arms around his neck, my fingers sliding in his silky black hair, his arms moving around my waist, pulling me against him

He turns us, laying me on the carpet, his lips never leaving mine as he moves on top of me

I fall into his kiss, never wanting to stop

This is the best kiss of my life

And my best friend is giving it to me

I should be surprised but I'm not

Not with the way I feel for him

His hands move down my body, fingers igniting a fire in every cell he touches

My legs move around him as he presses himself against me, his dick hard under his sweatpants

Oh shit, I made him hard

Or well, doing this with me made him hard

Either way, I've never thought this would ever happen

He moves his hips as his tongue plays with mine, rubbing his hard cock against my pussy

I moan in his mouth, feeling so fucking good

He leans on his arm by my head, his other hand gripping my thigh hard, holding my leg against him as he rolls his hips into me

"Naekkeo", he whines, my heart soaring at the nickname, "Can I take my pants off baby? Please?"

I nod, moving my hands down, starting to push them and his boxers off

He moves on his knees then stands, pulling everything down and kicking them off

I get my first look at his cock and oh my god, it's so big

Holy shit

He moves back down on his knees, his mouth against mine as he goes on top of me again

His hard dick is right against my pussy, rubbing against me, making me more wet

Fuck, I just want him inside me but I'm not sure he wants that

There is something else I can do though

Breaking the kiss, I push him back gently, panic in his eyes

"I'm sor-", he starts

"Let me taste you Sannie", I tell him

His eyes widen in surprise, "You want..."

"To suck your dick Sannie", I assure him, moving my hand down, wrapping around his hard cock, stroking him slowly, "Will you let me?"

He nods slowly, almost like he doesn't believe I'm going to do it

"Lay back baby", I tell him, softly pushing him down on the carpet

I kiss his soft lips then move to his neck, pressing kiss after kiss, trailing them down his hot as fuck body

I get to his huge dick, kissing all around his base then licking slowly up

Fuck, his skin is so soft but he's so hard at the same time

Getting to his head, I waste no time in wrapping my mouth around it, sucking softly

"Oh god"

I look up at him, finding his gaze already on me, watching me suck his dick, the pleasure on his face so satisfying

I'm making him feel good

Hopefully he'll remember this

Moving my tongue by his slit, I lick up the cum he's leaking in my mouth, moaning at how good he tastes

Like really, cum shouldn't taste this good

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can at the moment, sucking harder, faster, wrapping my hand around the rest of his cock

I squeeze gently, then move my hand up and down as I move my mouth on him, his gorgeous sounds so fucking erotic

I breathe in through my nose, preparing myself

Letting go of his cock, I slide all the way down, gagging but getting him all in my throat

"Oh my fucking god", he pants, his chest rising and falling so rapidly

My throat spasms around him and I swallow on his length to try and get under control

I've deepthroated before, it just takes me a minute to get used to a cock in my throat

Once I feel like I'm steady, I start to bob up and down his shaft, taking him all the way in again and again

His dick is so thick, stretching my mouth wide but he really does feel so good in my throat

"Baby, fuck. You're mouth", he pants, "So good. Fuck"

I smirk because yeah, I'm good at blow jobs

And I already like sucking his dick way too much

Bobbing up and down, I bottom him out each time, tears in my eyes, spit everywhere, the taste of his leaking cum taking over

Swallowing on his entire shaft has him yelling out in pleasure and I continue to do it when I have him all in my throat again and again

His cock throbs hard in my mouth and I think he's gonna cum

"Baby please", he begs, pulling me off his dick suddenly

Why?

Did I do something wrong?

Was it not good?

Why did he stop?

His fingers brush against my cheek, my gaze meeting his

"I...I think I need to be in your pussy. Can I?", he asks quietly

He what?

"Please?", he repeats and it hits me that he wants to have sex

With me

Oh my god, yes

"You can baby", I answer, nodding

He pulls me into his lap and I go willingly, straddling him

"Can you ride me?", he asks, his brown eyes gazing pleadingly at me, "Like you rode Yeosang and Wooyoung?"

I stare at him in shock

How the fuck does he know I slept with them?

I didn't tell anyone

It was once each

And it just happened

Yeosang happened during a practice break and Wooyoung happened when I was waiting for San to get back from the gym

It was nothing, just some fun

"They told me Jo", he says, softly, "They...they told me all about it. What you did with them. I...I want you to be like that with me. Want me like you wanted them"

I do want him like that

He's the only one I ever wanted

My whole life, it's only been him

"Can you?"

I nod, "Yeah Sannie"

I kiss him with him eagerly kissing me back as I gently push him back down on the carpet, going with him

Breaking the kiss, I run my fingers from his chest down to his abs, feeling his skin tremble and move under my touch

I like that a lot

Moving in his lap, I watch him watch me move his big dick under me, his breathing getting harder

Sitting down on him, I slide his head inside me, my pussy immediately clenching around him

"Fff .. fuck", he murmurs

Leaning back on his legs, I sink down on more of him, his cock so thick, stretching me wide open

Fuck me, he's massive

I wiggle my hips as I slide him in inch by inch, the feel of his cock gliding inside so fucking pleasurable

"Sannie, oh fuck baby", I moan, drenching his cock with every slip down

"Yes naekkeo yes. Feels so good, fuck", he murmurs, his eyes on my pussy taking his dick, "Pretty pussy opening for me. Fuck so good"

"How much more?", I moan

It feels like he's all the way in my stomach but if there's more, I can take all of him

I want to take all of him

"A little more baby", he pants

I nod, moving his hands to my hips

"Help me Sannie"

He nods, pushing me down his length, going in so much deeper

"All of you baby", I whimper, "Want all of you"

"Yeah naekkeo", he murmurs, stopping his movements, "There baby. All of me"

I clench down around him involuntarily, feeling him inside me, feeling him fill me to the brim

Feels so satisfying

"Fuck, you're pussy looks so good on my cock", he praises as I move my hips, rocking on him, his fat head rubbing my spot, "Fuck, wanted this pussy for a long time"

Wait what?

I look down at him in surprise but he's looking at my pussy around him

"Wanted to see how those pretty lips looked around my cock. Beautiful baby"

I raise my eyebrow in shock

He thought about us before?

He wanted me like this before?

When?

How?

"Fuck Jo, you look so pretty on my dick", he murmurs, his hands slowly sliding up my body, "So perfect, like you belong here, on top of me"

My head is spinning, dumbfounded at what he's saying

And wondering if he even realizes what he's saying

Or if it's just in the moment

"Ride me naekkeo"

"Yeah Sannie", I answer, pushing everything he said away

I can't obsess about it now

I'm finally with him and I'm going to make the most of it

Leaning on his stomach, I start moving, small bounces first to get used to him

"Oh fuck", he moans, "Fuck, so good"

He's right, it is so good

"You can cream my cock for me?", he asks as I slide slowly up and down his cock, "Please? Cream my cock baby, I know you can do it"

"Mmm", I moan, his cock hitting all the right places, head against my spot, feeling so fucking good

Best cock I've been on

"I know you can naekkeo. I heard Yeosang and Wooyoung talk about your pussy. How good you creamed them. You can do that for me?"

"Yes", I moan, moving faster on him

Every bounce I move further up his dick, bottoming him out until I slip all the way up to his head

"Down baby, please", he groans as my cunt squeezes his head

Dropping down, I take him all in one shot, his head slamming into my spot, stars blasting in my vision as bliss hits me hard

Oh my fucking god

"There we go", he murmurs, "So pretty"

I keep sliding up and down his length, my legs burning but fuck if I'm gonna stop

"Good girl. So much cream, your pussy is pouring it out. So pretty all over me"

"Uh-huh", I murmur, riding him harder

"The guys said it took you awhile for you to cream them like this. They had to work for it", he says, his eyes solely on my pussy swallowing his cock, "You're already creaming my cock so much baby. Do you like my cock better than theirs?"

"Yes", I pant

His cock is so big I can feel every inch drag out of me, then every inch spreading me open again, his head hitting my spot each time, sending shivers of pleasure through every cell of my body

His cock is better, hands down

"Does my cock feel better?", he asks, his hips lifting slowly as I come down, shoving himself in deeper than before

I can't, it's fucking amazing

I nod, taking his perfect cock inside me over and over, my mind starting to turn off

All I can feel is San

His dick inside me, his hands gripping my hips so hard, his sweaty but soft skin under my hands

He's taking over me and I'm letting him

"Don't you wish you creamed and rode my dick first?"

"Yes! Yes baby!", I shout, so fucking close, my entire body shaking

A few more bounces is all it takes, my body exploding in ecstasy as an all consuming orgasm wracks my body

"San!", I scream, "San! San!"

My brain shuts off, intense pleasure flowing everywhere and I know I'm squirting all over him

"Fuck, yes! Yes baby! Fuck don't stop", he cries, "Please naekkeo. It feels so fucking good, don't stop"

I can't even if I wanted to

Which I don't

The pleasure leaves my body slowly, shivers running through me as I come back to my senses

When I do, San is smiling so widely at me and I feel my face heat up

"That was so hot baby", he says, gleefully

I lower my gaze to his body, finding him completely drenched

His lap, his stomach, even some of his chest is soaking wet with squirt

"Sss....sorry you're all wet"

He raises his eyebrow as he sits up

"What? Don't be sorry baby. I loved it"

"You did?"

He nods, "Yeah. It was so hot. And you....you looked so beautiful coming on me. It's something I wanted to see for a long time"

Before I can even say anything, he pulls me to him, his lips against mine

I kiss him back immediately, his arms wrapping around me as mine move around his neck

He moves so he's sitting against my bed, his hands running up and down my back, his fingers heating every nerve inside my body

My hips move on their own, grinding and rocking on his hard cock still buried inside me

"Mmm naekkeo. Keep going baby", he murmurs, moving his kisses to my neck, "Love my cock this much huh?"

"Yes", I admit, trembling from his head rubbing my spot over and over

"Should of been on my dick first. Bad girl"

"Yeah", I agree

I should of

His hand touches my chin, making me look at him

"I forgive you for letting other cocks in here before me", he says, smirking, "But from now on this creamy pussy is mine"

My eyes widen at his words, wondering what they could possibly mean

Is he...saying he wants to keep sleeping with me?

"This pussy takes my cock only. Creams my cock only. Squirts on my cock only. Cums around my cock and no one else's. Understand?"

"Yes", I nod, shocked he's saying this and even more dumbfounded that he sounds like he means it

His hand moves down between us, his thumb pressing onto my clit and rubbing softly

Pleasure blasts in my brain and body, my hips automatically grinding faster on him

"My mouth is the only one who can eat your pussy. Suck on your clit. Swallow your cum. Drink your squirt"

I can't answer, the intense look on his face as he says these words adding to everything I'm feeling

"My fingers are the only ones allowed in your pussy. The only ones who can play with your little throbbing clit"

I nod, moaning softly

"If anyone asks, you tell them this is San's pussy. Understand?"

"Yes", I cry, my legs shaking hard around him, "Your pussy"

"Who's?"

"Yours!"

"What's my name?"

"San!", I cry, my orgasm washing over me, clenching repeatedly around his rock hard cock, bliss taking over, "San! San's pussy. Only San's"

"Good girl", he grunts, his fingers rubbing me through my orgasm

When it's over, I slump against him, his chuckle washing over me

"Aww naekkeo. I'm not done with you yet baby"

Holding me to him, he stands up, laying me on my bed

He moves on top of me, my legs wrapping around him on their own

His cock slides back inside, the pleasure making me arch off the bed, moaning until he bottoms out

My pussy takes him easily, gripping him hard, keeping him inside, pulsing around him

"Fuck", he murmurs, pleasure all over his face, "My perfect baby"

His arms slips around my waist, holding me against him as he starts moving

"I'm yours naekkeo", he tells me, "I promise my cock is only for your cunt. Fucks only your cunt. Cums inside your pussy only"

"Yeah baby", I nod, wanting that more than anything

Wanting him to just be mine

He keeps a slow steady pace, spreading me open so pleasurably on his cock, driving himself deep inside, his pelvis rubbing against my clit

His lips press kisses all over my skin, his free hand softly groping my boobs, playing with my nipples, sending even more ecstasy into my body

"Please baby, can your mouth be just for my cock too? Can you only suck my cock from now on, swallow my cum from now on?", he asks

"Yes Sannie. Yes", I promise him, keeping one hand on his back, the other on his side, feeling his muscles move as he fucks me

God, that's so fucking erotic and I love it

"And you're pretty hands are for my cock too? Only to be wrapped around me?", he pleads, "Only touch me?"

"Yes Sannie, only you"

He groans into my neck, thrusting just a touch faster

My hips have a mind of their own, moving with him, meeting his thrusts, making the bliss even more intense

"Can...can your lips only kiss me? Please naekkeo, I want your kisses to be only for me. Please?"

"Is...is that what you want?", I ask through the pleasure, wondering if he realizes what he's saying

"Yes. Fuck yes"

"Then yes Sannie. My kisses are only for you"

He lifts his head from my neck, looking down at me with an expression I can't place, "Are you mine? My girl? My Jo? My naekkeo? My girlfriend? Only mine?"

Is he...asking me to be his?

Like romantically?

Is he being serious?

"Yes", I answer

Of course it's yes

It wouldn't never be anything but yes

And even if it's just an in the moment thing, it's always yes

"Are you my one and only Sannie?", I ask nervously, hoping this is real, "My boyfriend. My baby? You're the idol who can have anyone you want"

He shakes his head, "You're the only one I want Jo. The only one for me. You"

His hand moves to my face, fingers softly stroking my cheek

"I love you", he says, gazing in my eyes

His words slam into my head, shock taking over

"Fuck Jo, I love you so much", he confessed, "I've been waiting for you for so long naekkeo"

Oh my god

He loves me

Happiness pounds into my body and I can't help the smile that bursts on my face

"I love you Sannie", I tell him, "I love you more than anything. You're mine"

He smiles as he nods, his adorable dimples on display, "I am. I am baby. All yours"

I pull him to me, our lips crashing against each other's in a passionate wild kiss

We cling onto each other, kissing desperately as we resume moving together, bliss roaring back in my body

"I love you", I tell him between kisses, moving my hips to meet him, taking his cock deep inside, feeling the pleasure of his head against my spot

"I love you", he murmurs, "I love you"

He moves faster, plunging inside, my pussy clenching him, soaking him, feeling him throb hard

"San", I moan, right there

He slams into my pussy hard, both of us screaming each other's names against our lips as we both cum

Stars blast in my eyes, my body wracked in ecstasy against his

His hands grip me tightly, holding me to him as his warm cum shoots inside my pussy

My cunt latches onto him, milking him for all of his cum

I want it all, the feeling of him filling me so fucking satisfying

"Yes Sannie", I cry, "All your cum baby. Give me all of it"

It takes awhile but when the pleasure finally tapers off, we're both breathing hard, melting against each other

"Mine", he whispers, "My naekkeo"

"Yours Sannie", I agree, "Always yours"

His eyes meet mine and I hold back a gasp at the love I see in them

He really does love me

It wasn't an in the moment thing

He really feels this way

His hand moves in my hair, running through the strands, his eyes on mine, a soft smile on his face

"I love you"

"I love you San"

He pulls me to him, kissing me softly

When the kiss ends, he smiles, "Can we cuddle? Nap maybe?"

That sounds absolutely perfect

"Yeah baby. Always"

Laying down in his arms, we settle in together, holding each other tightly

His fingers play in my hair while I softly rub mine up and down his side

His kisses the top of my hair, making me smile

As we snuggle together, I can't help but think that I'm so glad I never did my laundry

[recreationalfanfics]

I'm rewatching Night At The Museum but like a LARRY DALEY/DALEY! READER IN TWISTED WONDERLAND!? Like, they're related to Larry Daley and shit and they were training to be a Night Gaurd for the museum but now, they have to deal with overblots and stuff and they're armed with nothing but a trusty flash light?

- Like, you've dealt with a gigantic skeleton T-Rex, so you're not SUPER phased when you meet Grim. He's like a little tiny version of Rexy, you know?

- You're fighting with magical students and you casually blind them with your flashlight before hitting them with it just like you're dad taught you and stuff. Like, whenever Jade or Floyd sneak on you, your reflexes are faster and you're all: "SORRY! SORRY, REFLEX. I got kidnapped by a lot of museum artifacts back in my world so I developed, like, you know, a 6th sense."

- No because I can imagine that you're so unphased by paintings that come to life and you have such avid conversations with them.

- Not to mention you have to get used to the fact that the VILLAINS in your Disney stories are their gods and you give them due respect but its still so bizarre.

- BUT NOW CONSIDER THIS IDEA: UNCLE JEDEDIAH AND UNCLE OCTAVIUS END UP TRAVELING WITH YOU TO TWISTED WONDERLAND.

- The magic of this world keeps them alive without the tablet and since you're all by yourself, they're super protective of you despite their small size and stature. Also, they have a shaky relationship with Grim because he tried to eat them but now, all three of them are just trouble.

- Like they ride around on his back from class to class with you as you adjust to your new responsibilities to this world.

- ALSO, ACE WHEN HE FIRST PICKS ON YOU. Like, he grabs Jed and he's all: "Aw, how stupid, you've got a little cowboy toy?" and then Jedediah is all: "BOY, HAVE YOU DONE LOST YOUR MIND!? DON'T MAN HANDLE ME-" and Ace drops him and you catch Jed.

- NO BECAUSE JEDEDIAH AND OCTAVIUS GETTING ATTATCHED TO YOUR NEW FRIENDS, DUECE AND ACE AS WELL. Like, they can somewhat keep you safe in this new world and plus, when Deuce gets a bit hot headed, Octavius keeping him calm and saying some wise words. Or if Ace is complaining, Jedediah is standing on his shoulder and scolding him before Ace is all: "OKAY! OKAY, FINE, YOU MIGHT HAVE A POINT."

- AND THEN WHAT IF THE MUSEUM BACK IN THE WORLD WHERE YOUR DAD IS AT HAS A SPECIAL MIRROR FROM TWISTED WONDERLAND, like, he finds it and you're able to talk to everyone else from it.

- "(Y/n)!? ARE YOU OKAY!?"

- "YEAH, I'M FINE DAD!"/ "DON'T WORRY, GIGANTOR, WE'RE KEEPING THEM SAFE!"/ "Hi, Mr. (Y/n)'s dad!"/ "DEUCE, FOCUS!"/ "THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF WE JUST GOT TUNA!"

[writeforfandoms]

Waking Lions 20

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We're changing things up a little this chapter! I felt you guys needed a POV switch to really get a better picture of what's going on.

So, let's check in with Price and see how he's handling this, shall we?

Warnings: swearing, yelling, game typical violence, war crimes probably, Price needs his own warning, canon typical violence against nameless goons.

Word count: 2.3k

In his defense, Price had a lot on his mind. 

But no. That was no kind of defense. 

Especially not when it came to you. 

He'd sent you away because he had to, because otherwise you'd be too distracting. He had to focus on the task at hand. 

Not on thinking about everything he'd just learned about you. Everything you'd let slip in your fluster. 

He knew you well enough to know that you'd be mortified, later. You kept so many things to yourself that knowing an entire room full of people had heard that would probably send you into hiding. 

From the way Laswell glanced at the door after you left, Price knew that she was thinking the same thing. 

But there would be time later to console you, to apologize for being an ass, to make sure you were alright. 

For now, he had work to do. 

Now that there were three groups involved, it was easier to split up the targets. Easier to send Soap with Alejandro and Rodolfo, to keep Ghost with him and Gaz, to let KorTac keep to themselves. This wasn't the kind of mission he wanted to test by putting together potentially explosive personalities. 

(Price could admit, if only to himself, that he didn't trust himself to work with those three. Not right now, not with the new intel still so close to the surface, not with his own curiosity burning a hole in his stomach.) 

The three targets were, of course, not near each other. 

“I can arrange transport,” Laswell said. It was not an offer for the 141 or the Vaqueros, but it was an offer for KorTac. 

“We've got our own,” Declan said, a relatively gentle refusal. “Timing will be tight.” 

“Just have to coordinate,” Alejandro said, unbothered. “We won't give them a chance to warn each other.” 

“Give me a little time to coordinate the flights,” Laswell said, stepping closer to Declan. It was as close to a dismissal as the rest of them would get. She didn't need them hanging over her shoulder while she worked her magic. 

So Price stepped out of the room, his boys behind him. 

“Think Ace is alright?” Gaz asked softly. He was a smart, perceptive lad. Cared so much still. Probably too much, sometimes. 

“I'll check in on her,” Price murmured. He still had one phone number that worked for you, fortunately. 

It rang through to voice mail. 

Okay. Not to panic. Didn't mean anything. 

Soap and Ghost ran off to get lunch for everyone, since planning was best done on a full stomach. 

Price tried calling again. No answer again. 

It could be a thousand things. You could have your phone on silent. You could be mad at him and ignoring his calls. You could be busy with something else. 

But his paranoia was rearing its head, undeniable and ugly. 

You were right in the middle of all this, of course he was going to be concerned about you. 

So he went on a little walk. To help clear his head. 

He didn't see any sign of you. Every bit of his hard-won paranoia was screaming that something was wrong. That this wasn't like you. 

One more phone call. One more. 

Then he'd move on to more drastic measures. 

The third call also went to voice mail. You weren't picking up. One he could excuse, two was iffy. But three calls?

Something was wrong. 

“Gaz,” he called as he strode back into the building. “Need the laptop.” 

Gaz was quick to produce it, giving Price a curious look. “Need any help, sir?”

“Maybe.” Price pulled up one of the programs Laswell had given him. Normally this kind of work was more up her alley - CIA shit, as Simon more or less affectionately referred to it. But Price wasn't clueless, or useless. 

Gaz behind him, watching over his shoulder. Price didn't discourage him, focused on putting in your number and letting the program do its job. 

Let this be nothing. Let him be paranoid. He could handle your temper, your hiding, your embarrassment. 

So long as you were safe. 

The tracker put your phone in a mostly residential area, well out of the way. Not near the hotel, not near anything the two of you had talked about. 

Something was wrong. 

It didn’t take him long to pull up CCTV in the area, flipping through them. There wasn’t a lot, and his jaw tightened in frustration. 

“Wait,” Gaz said over his shoulder. “Go back one.”

Price obliged, going back to the previous angle. 

“There, in the grass on the far side of the street.” Gaz pointed, shifting closer. 

Price’s heart sank right down to his boots. A cell phone lay in the grass, abandoned. He knew you well enough to know that you wouldn’t just leave your cell phone. Not without reason.

Wordlessly, he backed up the footage until he found you. He paused for a moment, taking in the scene. The car. You, standing back just a little. The man clearly encouraging you in. 

He backed up until you came into frame. 

But you weren’t alone.

“Laswell!” 

The door slammed open and Laswell was at his elbow moments later, leaning over his open shoulder. “Fuck,” she hissed, which was all the confirmation Price needed. 

The man with you was Gray. 

“How did he get her into the car?” Gaz, quiet and reasonable. 

“Threats,” Price grunted. 

“Me,” Laswell added, lips tight, fury in the crease of her brow. “He’s using me against her.” 

Price scowled. Gray needed to be taken out. Immediately. But they couldn’t give up the mission, either. 

“Track the car,” he told Gaz, pushing the laptop to his sergeant instead. “I need to know where they’re going.”

“Sir?” Gaz blinked at him, even as he pulled up the program. 

“I need some supplies.” He looked to Laswell next. 

“I’ll have them for you.” Laswell glanced back at Gaz, putting things together a little faster. “The op?”

“Needs to move forward.” Price shook his head. “I’ll be back in time, or I won’t. Gaz, you and Ghost are still on.” 

Gaz frowned but didn’t object. Good lad. “Car’s left the suburbs,” he reported, a map pulled up on his phone. “Heading south.” 

“We’ll find it again,” Laswell said, nodding to Price. “Here. Go here, take whatever you need.” She handed him an address scribbled on a piece of paper. “I’ll update you when we find the car.”

Price took the note with a nod and strode away. He didn’t wait for the elevator, hitting the door to the stairs hard enough it bounced off the wall of the stairwell. He didn’t slow, even as he hit the front door and just sidestepped running into Soap.

“Captain?” Soap called.

“Ask Laswell!” Price called over his shoulder, car keys in hand. He didn’t have time to stop and explain. 

It took very little time to get to Laswell’s supply stash, and he took what he needed. Fortunately, she was well supplied, and he made a mental note to thank her for it.

But for now, the only thing on his mind was you. 

You’d been gone for hours by now, and from the time stamp on the CCTV, you’d been in the car with Gray at least an hour. 

He stopped at the curb next to where Gaz had spotted your phone, getting out. And there it was, still sitting in the grass. 

Still open to show a new recording. 

Price listened the whole recording, jaw clenched tight, fingers gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. 

Gray knew more than he should. He had sources, clearly. 

But Price couldn’t bring himself to care much about that. No. 

He cared about the little waver in your voice, the way he could hear you putting up a brave front. 

You were terrified. And he wanted to rip Gray limb from limb for making you so scared. 

Gaz called. Price barely glanced at the phone before he connected the call. 

“We’ve got a location,” Gaz reported, voice even. Almost too even. Price could hear the stress he was hiding. 

“Tell me.” Price didn’t even pause as he memorized the address, just in case. “Picked up Ace’s phone.” 

“Anything?” Gaz tried not to sound hopeful.

“Ace got a recording before she got in the car.” Price had to pause for a moment, clenching his jaw. “He knows too much. Knew about us, said he’s got something planned for Laswell, too.” 

“Fucking hell.” Gaz drew in a deep breath. “Sure you don’t need backup, sir?” 

“I’ll keep you updated.” Price barreled through a yellow light, ignoring everything not an active danger to him. “How are your preparations going?” 

“Laswell’s got the flights arranged,” Gaz said, a little reluctantly. “Timing is coordinated. We’ll be leaving in a few hours.”

“Rog.” Price doubted he’d make it back in time. And if, by some miracle, he did, he didn’t know if he’d be in the correct frame of mind to be on mission. 

“Take the next left.”

Price obeyed without question, only breaking one or two traffic laws. (It was fine, Laswell would clear it up later.) “The others?”

“Up to date,” Gaz reported. “Had to talk Soap out of going after you.”

Price snorted. Surprising - he hadn’t known that sergeant had much fondness for you. Then again, Soap could just be reacting because Price was fond of you. Sometimes that was enough. “I trust Ghost is behaving.”

Gaz huffed. “Define behaving,” he grumbled, overly dramatic. Breaking the tension a bit. 

“He hasn’t killed anyone yet or there’d be a lot more yelling.” Price scowled at the driver ahead of him, who was going exactly the speed limit. 

“Laswell’s on top of everything,” Gaz assured him. “Go right, cut up two streets, and then left.”

Price grunted as he followed Gaz’s directions, pushing his foot down as soon as he was out from behind the slow driver. “How far?”

“Rate you’re going? Fifteen minutes.” 

Price breathed slowly. You’d have been alone with Gray for near two hours by that point. He had no idea what condition he’d find you in. If you’d even be alive. The thought sent pain through his chest, clenching and sharp, but he forced himself not to shy away from it.

It was a possibility, even if it was one he did not want to face. 

If it was true… if you were already gone…

He’d burn Gray alive. 

Price switched from the call to a comm unit he tucked in his ear before he headed out of the car. He’d parked a little ways away, just in case. The abandoned hotel was in clear sight, fortunately no taller than the surrounding buildings. Still too many hiding places, sniper spots. 

That was fine. Price would just clear the entire fucking building room by room until he had you back.  

“Careful, sir. I count six outside.” 

“Together?” Price crept forward, using a parked van as a hiding spot. 

“Spread out. Three teams of two.”

Price’s lips thinned. Time to thin out the herd, then. 

The first two fell so quickly they were almost simultaneous. Price moved around the van, keeping low and creeping towards the next pair, the silenced pistol firm in his grip. This was normal, easier. It was easy to view these people as the enemy, easy to clear them out systematically, coolly, silently. And they were the enemy - they were working for Gray, who had clearly allied himself on the ultranationalists and terrorists.  

Which all meant that Price felt no guilt, no remorse, not even a flicker of hesitation in taking down every single man between him and you. 

“I have no cameras inside,” Gaz told him as Price finally approached the door. 

“Copy,” Price grunted. “Going dark.” He breached the door as quietly as he could, looking around. 

So far, so good.

The ground level of this building was an absolute wreck of furniture, graffiti, and rubble. Dust, dirt, and debris covered most of the floor. The main area was a mess of footprints and an open crate of supplies.

No good hints as to where Gray had taken you.

Price cleared the ground floor methodically, cold rage spurring him on. He didn’t spare any of the bodies that hit the ground a second look.

They were nothing more than obstacles. 

The last door was more than just a room, though. There was a half-open door, with a staircase going down. Maintenance, at a guess. 

And soft voices from down there. 

Too far away to tell if you were down there. But if Price had to bet, he’d guess that you were. Gray would keep you contained and out of danger, at least until he got what he wanted from you. 

“John,” Laswell said over the comm.

Price paused, pulling back from the open doorway, pitching his voice low so it wouldn’t carry. “Laswell.”

“I found some backup for you. You’ll recognize him.” 

Price blinked but didn’t allow himself any other sign of surprise. “Copy that. I’m headed downstairs - room near the back of the building has stair access.”

“I’ll pass that along.” Laswell drew in a breath, and Price waited. “If you can, bring Gray back alive.”

His lips pulled back from his teeth. “No promises.”

“Good hunting, John.” Laswell clicked off the comm. 

Price breathed in deep. Someone would be coming behind him, backup. He just needed to not shoot his backup. And possibly not shoot Gray. 

That would depend entirely on how you were when he found you. 

Price nudged the door open enough to slip through, descending silently. 

The first guard went down silently, and Price dragged the body out of the hallway and into a closet. That would buy him a little time if any other guards came through. 

A double tap through the com got his attention, and Price half-turned to find a familiar face walking down the corridor towards him. 

Price grinned, probably showing a few too many teeth. “Good to see you again,” he murmured. “Let’s get on it, sergeant.”

[shankschewtoy]

CORAZON IS REAAALLYYYYY CLUMSY!! And I was thinking about a s/o even more clumsy than him, who almost die every day! So can I have a headcanons/scenario/one shot/drables (as you want) with Ace, sanji and law with a s/o who’s more, REALLY MORE, clumsy than corazon? Oupsss I forgot say « Hello ».. Sorry I’m so impolite. Hi! I hope you pass a good day or evening or night or morning..!

a/n - hi hi anon :) i love this idea 😭💜

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack 😂

Dumb ways to die

- every time you slip on the stairs, trip on air, fall because of literally nothing, this man will save you

- and he’ll do it in the most romantic way possible

- he’ll catch you bridal style and give you a dip kiss while smiling like a romantic little shit

- “Be careful my love, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” he’s such a simp for you

- he has a sixth sense that is triggered whenever you’re about to fall, he could be in the middle of a convo with the most gorgeous lady he’s ever seen (Pft I’m joking ofc it’s you bro)

- “Excuse me, my amazing y/n is about to trip on their shoelaces.” fucking zooms away

- he has not dropped you, a single time

- and he will hold true to that, no matter what

- I swear whenever he catches you that true beauty car scene plays 💀💀💀

- bastard would honestly just let you fall and hurt yourself so you learn to not be as clumsy

- “Why didn’t you catch me, you’re literally right there!”

- “You’re not dead or hurt right?”

- “THAT’S NOT THE POINT LAW.”

- bitch. 💀

- ok this continued until he saw Sanji catching you before you fell like the gentleman he is, ohhh now the game is on

- you could be on the stairs and he’d be right behind you, just waiting for you to fall

- “y/n are you feeling off balance today?”

- “no- why?”

- “uh- just wondering” he will stay behind you, ALL DAY. AND I MEAN, ALL FUCKING DAY. To make sure HE catches you, and no one else

- no one, I mean no one, is allowed to catch you other than him (and Luffy bec he really doesn’t care 💀)

- thank Sanji for his new “caring” behavior 🥰

- he’s managed to catch you once, just once, and it was when you two met in the most cliche, korean drama way-

- “Oh- you ok?” you stare into his brown orbs as his devour yours

- “Oh- um… Yes, thank you f-for catching me.” you turn away shyly, your cheeks pink from embarrassment

- …I’m gonna go die now 💀

- but anyways- yes, that was the only time he’s been able to catch you

- the other times, he’s too busy laughing at you because he’s confused as to how you tripped on air 😭

- “BAHAHAHAHA Y/N YOU’RE AMAZING! HOW’D YOU DO THAT?!”

- “SHUT UP AND HELP ME UP DIPSHIT!”

- pls he’ll laugh about it all day long and bring up that one time you tripped and fell straight into the ocean literally every single day

- Out of nowhere he’ll start giggling, “Ace what?”

- “remember- when you tripped on your own weapon and fell into the ocean? *WHEEEZE*”

- you ignored him for the next hour or so, and he came crying back saying he wasn’t going to laugh at you again

- he laughed about it within five minutes

a/n - law sucks 💀

[berryhobii]

Pure(knj x reader) a drabble

Pairing: NonIdol!Kim Namjoon x black!female!reader

Warnings: established relationship, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), slight corruption kink, car sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl, mentions of multiple orgasms, mentions of dom/sub relationship, slight praise kink, begging, mentions of pet play, Namjoon has tattoos because YES, He’s also obsessed with reader in a sweet way, Namjoon’s a tease, reader’s whiny and a good girl

A/N: Hi everyone! This is just a little Drabble I thought of last night. Hope you enjoy!

~

His little slut.

That’s how he’d describe you. Especially with how you were bouncing on his cock in the backseat of his BMW.

Just how did he change this innocent little angel into a cock hungry whore that only had eyes for him? He guessed it just came with dating you. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t pressure you into sex and he certainly didn’t expect it from you. Being able to take you out and see you smile was enough for him; he fell a little more in love everytime you met and now he was deep. In both your guts and in love. It was the best of both worlds. He’s never felt this way about anyone before and only you could make his cock harden this way, only you could make him feel so loved and well taken care of. He doesn’t think he could ever feel this way about anyone else.

Why would he? You were absolutely perfect.

Reason 236: you could ride his cock for hours.

His large tattooed hand slapped down on your jiggling ass, a moan coming from your throat at the sting of pain. But you loved it so much.

Your back was arched, body laying on the center console, the leather heated up against your sweaty skin despite the AC being on. Both of your manicured hands were gripping the headrests of the seats; good thing you sprung for a shorter set this week because your nails could have broken from how hard you were holding on. It didn’t matter though. Namjoon would pay for a new set. Hell, he’d buy you a personal salon if you wanted it.

Namjoon was admiring the view; your ass bouncing, the curve of your back, how your squelching pussy was leaving a wet ring around the base of his cock. Thank god for birth control. He’s only worn a condom with you 4 times. Eventually, you got tired of it and went to get a birth control insert. While Namjoon would never shame a woman for wanting to use protection, he could have jumped for joy when you told him you were on birth control. He ravaged your body like a man starved that first night, not stopping until your legs were shaking and you were begging him to stop.

“Ah shit, don’t stop baby. I’m bout to nut.” He groaned, right hand coming across your your back to grab your left hip, encouraging you to bounce faster. That burning feeling in his own belly was building once again. You’ve already squeezed two orgasms out of him, this third one would probably be his strongest yet.

You weren’t planning on stopping, ass crashing into his thighs even harder, louder moans coming from your mouth. “J-Joonie! Feels so good!”

“My little love….you’re so gorgeous.” He said while running his hand up your back.

The praise went straight to your gut, walls tightening even more around his thick cock. He stretched you out so good, every vein and ridge hitting all of your sweet spots.

A few more bounces and you were screaming—he could feel the wetness hitting his lap. He tossed his head back, moaning as his own orgasm hit him out of nowhere. His hand gripped the back of your neck, forcing you all the way down on his cock and filling you up. Your entire body quaked in his hold, arms dropping behind you to smack at his spread legs as your orgasm overwhelmed you.

As you both came down from your highs, Namjoon patted you twice on the ass. “Show me, baby.”

Whimpering, you lifted off of his softening cock, leaning forward to stand the best you could on weak legs. You lifted your hands to grab your own ass, pulling your cheeks apart to give him a full view of your clenching pussy.

“Push it out.” He demanded, his voice sending a shiver through you.

Embarrassment bubbled in your tummy but your need to be his obedient girl overpowered that. You clenched, pushing his release out of your pussy—it dripped down slowly, his eyes glued to your pussy.

He brought his hands up, moving yours out of the way so he could grope at your ass. “Fuck, you’re sexy.” His thumb brushed over your puckered hole, ideas flooding his head. Should he get you a butt plug? Maybe something with a tail? And some cat ears. He’d make you meow and lick at his cock until you were begging for his cum. Hmmmm…

A little whine came from you, your hips wiggling back and forth to signal your impatience. You honestly hated downtime between orgasms. Namjoon would stop just to tease and admire you which you secretly loved but not at a time like this! He’s been gone for weeks handling work stuff which means you haven’t gotten off in weeks—a strict rule of no touching yourself keeping you in line. But now he was back and you just wanted as much of his cock as possible.

He rubbed at your ass, shushing you, “Patience, little love. Let me look at you.”

“Joonie, pleasssseee. I need your cock.”

If you could see the smirk on his face right now……and he could imagine the pout on your thick lips. Damn, he was getting hard again but he wanted to tease a little more.

“Yeah? Beg for it.”

And like the good girl you were, you did.

“Please please please. I need your cock in my pussy. I’ve missed it so so much. Please give it to me.���

“Hmmm. Well….” His finger poked at your clit before sliding up to slide into your hole, your walls tightening around his digit. “Since you asked so nicely.”

[cozage]

The Daughter's Return: Month 3

Jinx

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CW: Adorable fluff, Ace being an idiot <3 Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.7k

“Division Two is on shopping duty today,” your father said, passing the list and the money to Ace. 

You quickly took it out of his hand. Ace had a tendency to lose things at an alarming speed. 

It looked like an ordinary shopping list. Nothing special. But you knew you were going to an island with a Naval Base on it, which made you nervous about being out in public. Ace didn’t exactly hide his affiliation. 

“You’re putting on a shirt today,” you mumbled, tucking the list into your pocket. “No repeat of-”

“The Navy Ball,” Ace finished along with you. He flashed you a grin. “Jinx.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a laugh at his attempt to get you to smile. He really was cute sometimes. Not that you’d ever admit it. 

You both got dressed in your shared room, trying your best to wear an inconspicuous outfit. Ace grumbled as you handed him a button-up, but you paired it with a quick kiss to lighten his mood. 

“Can I get another one?” he asked, puckering his lips out in anticipation. 

“If this goes smoothly, you can have as many kisses as you want.”

You paused, realizing what you just said. “Gonna regret that,” you grumbled.

“Gonna regret that,” Ace said at the same time, much more enthusiastically. “Jinx!”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.” You took his hand, double-checked to ensure you had the shopping list and the money, and the two of you set off to the market.

You almost felt normal here, the two of you browsing the market with hundreds of other people. You were both dressed nice enough for the vendors to respect you, but casual enough to blend in with everyone else on the island. It was nice not being somebody.

“What are you thinking about?” Ace asked, browsing the fruit at a stand. “You look like you’re far away.”

“Quite the opposite,” you chuckled, giving his hand a squeeze. “Just thinking about how nice all of this is. It’s very…”

“Simple,” he said along with you, grinning at his correct guess. “Jinx.”

You laughed, bumping into his shoulder playfully. You loved these soft moments, when time moved a little bit slower and the two of you got to explore something new together.

It was around lunchtime when the two of you finished shopping, and you opted to grab food before heading back to the ship. 

Ace hummed, trying to decide what he was hungry for. “I think…”

“Burgers?” you asked, guessing at the same time he said the same word. You grinned, suddenly understanding his giddiness in the past. “Jinx!”

He laughed, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek, and the two of you walked hand in hand to a little burger stand. You ordered, got your burgers and fries, and sat down to begin eating together. 

“Ketchup!” Ace said, jumping out of his seat. “Be right back!”

He was gone for a few minutes, which worried you, but he finally came back. 

There was only one problem. He came back without a shirt on. 

“Ace.” You were trying your best to keep your voice even. “Where’s your shirt?”

“Ditched it,” Ace said, shoving some fries into his mouth. “The ketchup dispenser exploded and got all over the shirt. Why?”

“Ace-”

“The tattoos,” you both said at the same time, his widened eyes in realization as you glared at him.

“Jinx,” he mumbled, a playful smile on his lips. “It’s fine! People probably haven’t even-”

“There!” A voice shouted, and you looked past him to see a group of Marines heading your way. 

“Shit,” you both said, jumping out of your seats. 

“J-”

“Don’t even,” you hissed, grabbing the bags and bolting down the street. You could feel Ace quick on your heels, keeping up with you at every weave and turn. You knew he was fast. You knew he could keep up. 

You finally ducked into a small alleyway, trying to gather your bearings and come up with a plan on how to get back to the ship. But your thought process was interrupted by a strange rattling coming from further down the tiny street. The two of you momentarily abandoned your escape attempt, intrigued by the sound. 

“What is that?” you both asked at the same time, peering down the alleyway. 

“Jinx,” Ace muttered. You smacked his head in response, but the two of you continued to creep down the alley, peering around and looking for the noise. Your eyes landed on a box that was moving. Something alive was clearly inside. 

The box itself wasn’t special. It looked like a normal crate, except that there was a piece of rope tying the lid shut. Ace quickly lit a flame and burned the rope, his curiosity getting the best of him. 

“Ace,” you warned. “Don’t-”

But it was too late. He opened the box a fraction of an inch, peeking inside.

You couldn’t see what it was, but Ace’s face softened into a smile. 

“Hey little guy,” he whispered, his arm reaching down inside the box. “What are you doing in here?”

When his hand reemerged, he was holding a small black kitten. It couldn’t be more than a few weeks old, and its ribs were visible through its black fur.

“It’s okay buddy,” Ace cooed, holding the kitten against his chest. “You’re safe now.”

Almost as if it understood Ace, it began loudly purring and nuzzling against his bare chest. 

Ace grinned at you. “He likes me!”

“No.” You knew where this was going. The two of you had a small enough room as it was. You were not sharing it with a kitten as well.

“Aw, come on! Look at this cute face!” Ace held the kitten up against his cheek, giving you his best pleading eyes. You had to admit, the cat’s fur seemed to match Ace’s eyes perfectly. And you two coming down this alleyway unexpectedly just to find it at the right time, it’s almost like it was fate. 

“I think they went this way!” The shout came from behind you, and Ace immediately dropped the act. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind the crates, still holding the cat tight in his hand. 

“Check the alleys!” you heard a commander shout, and your heart sank. You had gotten yourself distracted and cornered. Distractions always meant death. 

You could hear the stomping of boots getting closer and closer. They were almost to you. You were going to have to fight your way out. You and Ace were both long-ranged fighters who thrived in open spaces. It would surely get messy in this cramped alleyway

Suddenly, the cat leaped from Ace’s arm and began letting out low, threatening growls and hisses in the direction of the Navy officers. It was clear the cat was marking its territory, warning the intruders if they came any closer, it would attack. 

“What the fuck?!” One of them said, backing up a bit.

“Probably rabid,” the other replied. “Just leave it. We’ve checked far enough.”

They retreated back down the alley the way they came, unaware of you and Ace behind the crates. 

“You saved us!” Ace’s voice was filled with joy, and he opened his arms to welcome the cat back. 

Its demeanor instantly changed as it turned back to you and Ace, and it sauntered back to its new owner, twirling around Ace’s hand as he rubbed its fur. 

Ace looked back at you, silently begging. The cat seemed to watch you too, its amber eyes staring at you, trying to decide if you were friend or foe. 

“You don’t even know what you’re going to call it.” It was the only argument you could come up with. 

“I’ll call it Jinx!” Ace said, picking up the cat once again. “It’s perfect, don’t you think? Plus he seems to be totally healthy, and he’s protective!”

You groaned, knowing you were going to regret this decision. But the name was cute. Ace was good at knowing how to hit your soft spots. “Fine. Jinx can come.”

“Did you hear that, buddy? You can stay!” Ace cried, holding Jinx up in the air. “Oh! Jinx is a girl!”

“Great,” you said unenthusiastically. You couldn’t say you were thrilled about the idea of another roommate. Even if she was adorable.

The two of you took alleyways and rooftops back to the ship, avoiding large crowds and moving as quietly as you could. You didn’t relax again until you were back on the ship, safe under your father’s flag.

You dropped off the groceries to Thatch, and he made a small nutritious meal for Jinx, which you took back to Ace’s room. 

Ace watched Jinx carefully as she ate, making sure she didn’t choke. You chose to watch Ace instead, amused by his kindhearted demeanor toward a cat he just met. He was grinning the entire time, totally transfixed on his new pet as she ate her tuna and rice meal. It wasn’t until Jinx finally finished and was curled up on the rug that Ace came over and sat on the bed with you. 

“So, can I get those kisses now?” Ace said, leaning in. 

You pushed him away. “Go kiss Jinx, since you wanted her so badly.”

“Ah, come on, don’t be like that!” Ace wrapped his arms around you and flopped onto his pillow, pulling you down to lay with him. 

You giggled as you fell, giving him plenty of small kisses as the two of you laid down. You both lay there, exchanging rounds of little kisses across one another’s faces. The kisses got slower and less frequent, the two of you eventually opting to lay intertwined, nose to nose. It had been a long day, and you were exhausted.

At some point, you must’ve fallen asleep. And now you had been woken up by…something. You were just about to wake Ace up when it happened again. A paw pad smacked you in the face. Once, then twice, then three times.

Jinx sat between you and Ace, guarding him fiercely. And it appeared that you were in their space. 

“Stop it,” you whispered, but Jinx hissed right back in response. She smacked your face again, indicating you were far too close to her and her owner. 

Oh, you had made a terrible decision letting her come aboard. A terrible decision indeed.

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Valentine's Day...Gifts They Give You?? I Think. IDK.

HAH SCHOOL CAN KICK MY BUTT BUT BY GOD AND THE DEVIL WILL I SHARE A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE!! (I'm suffering Jesus fucking CHRIST this course is gonna eat my fried up brain for breakfast lunch and dinner) This is done assuming they're pining for Yuu, save for Ortho he's Idia's little wingman. GN reader as always bbssssssssss if anything seems canon divergent, check out my HCs lmao

Heartslaybul Ace: He thought about making it super romantic, like he spent the week leading up to Valentine's day brainstorming ideas on napkins and doodling on scrap paper, trying to come up with a way to ask to hang out that would make it feel different than normal, but not so obvious that he...you know, likes you. He ends up showing up at Ramshackle before class with a box of chocolates he bought the day before and a bit of a blushing mess. "I just got these because who knows how much Sam will have by the end of today, you owe me half, ok?"

Deuce: He absolutely called his mom to ask for some advice, and asked his dorm mom (Trey), to proofread the hand written note he had meticulously written and supervise while he tries to make a heartshaped quiche. Why quiche? Well he knows you guys have...Memories about eggs, and he remembers it fondly, and he knows that quiche freezes well, so if he makes a big batch, you can eat what you want and have a readily available breakfast to just pop back in the oven whenever you want it - hopefully you'll remember him each time you do, and you'll ask for more when you finish it! He ends up at Ramshackle a little disheveled and out of breath, trying to make the quiche early enough in the day that he could make it there before breakfast so maybe you could share a meal before class. "It's still warm??" "Yeah, I ran here as fast as I could once it was cool enough to handle." "You didn't have to..." "I wanted to! You're more than worth the effort it took to be here on time." Trey: Mans has a major advantage in that he is great in the kitchen, but he can't just make your favourite dessert. He can do that any day. No, for weeks ahead of time, he plans, makes, tests, and revises a new recipe, something that is unique and meant to be for you. It's more effort than he normally puts into his work, but it's so worth it when he shows up at Ramshackle in the evening to deliver his gift and a small note, though he gets shy. He leaves it on the front door step, knocks once, and moves to hide by the side of the house, relying on Grim's nose to bring you to the door if you didn't hear him knock. Seeing the way your face go from confusion to joy and excitement as you read the note is worth every moment he spent crouching. He knows tomorrow you'll want to talk to him in person, but for now, that's more than enough for him.

Cater: Consumerism Capital lmao. He has a really sweet, genuine gift to give to you, but the time he's spent with his sisters makes him second guess whether or not something is "good enough". So, yes, he will have spent 72 hours painting a fucking masterpiece on a phone case for you, or a pair of shoes you said you wanted, or a skateboard so you guys can skateboard together, or something you mentioned you wanted offhandedly months ago, but he's not sure if it's enough, so to "make up" for his "shitty handmade gift", he buys a shit ton of Valentine's day merchandise! He shows up with the giant teddy bear, the bouquet of flowers, the chocolates, the sappy movies, a trending perfume and some sort of specialty drink he picked up at a cafe. Depending on your reaction to all that stuff, he might actually give you the gift he worked on, otherwise you'll see it by accident or something and he gets embarrassed and a little flustered because What If You Don't Like It, Isn't Everything Else Better Than That Thing I Worked On Specifically For You. Treat him gently please. That's a personal request slkdjfhlskdjf

Riddle: He's new to this. So of course he researched long and hard on how to best express his interest in you without trying to push anything on you. Cater tried to show him cute stuff on social media, but it all seemed so scripted, disingenuous, or so over the top he couldn't see himself doing it that way. Or on the other end - they were couples, well into their relationships and living together- that wasn't where he was with you, at least....not yet. He ends up watching, reading and listening to tutorials on how to put together the perfect bouquet - his beloved rose garden would have more than an aesthetic use now, and with a little magic, a beautiful gradient came easily to the bunch of roses he arranged beautifully. Before you, this holiday just seemed ridiculous. Maybe it still was, but he would indulge if it meant it brought a smile to your face.

Savannaclaw

Jack: He can't be direct for the life of him, not in terms like this. The night before Valentine's day, he's still stumped on what to do for you that won't be...inherently romantic and obvious, but show that he cares about you!! His eyes end up settling on his little cactus and he ends up finally getting an idea. Somehow after class, but before you got home, he managed to gift you your own tiny cactus. He left it sitting in a box, a small knitted coaster of sorts sitting underneath the flower pot - he put it in the box just so that the yarn wouldn't snag on the uneven wood outside of Ramshackle- and a tiny cowboy hat sitting on top of your cactus. It had been from one of his little siblings dolls that ended up in his bag from the last time he'd gone home, but either they didn't even notice it was gone, or he could get them a replacement later.

Ruggie: "Do you have plans for Valentine's day?" "Yep. Wait for it to be over." He doesn't really care for Valentine's day, but the sale that starts on the 15th? Goddamn, yeah, he's gonna capitalize on that....and he might even like you enough to share a little bit of it...maybe while watching a movie....and snuggling up under the same blanket at Ramshackle...that he may or may not have snagged from Leona's pile of Really Nice blankets....all it takes is for you to say you want some chocolate or treats too.

Leona: He really doesn't care for Valentine's day and all the shit that comes with it, but his sister in law asked him to at least try to make the best of the day. Initially, he was going to...at least try to contest it, but ultimately decided there was a simple way to do it. He ends up firing you a quick text to meet him in the greenhouse. While the way he pulls you into his little nest for napping is rather unceremonious, once you've settled he tucks a pink camellia behind your ear before abruptly telling you he's going to sleep and you're welcome to join him or you can get out of there if you want. He hopes, that just maybe, you'll be able to identify the flower he gave you and find out what it means.

Octavinelle

Floyd: Azul is making him work overtime for Valentine's day, he doesn't get up early enough to do anything Before classes, and by the end of his shift he's EXHAUSTED and MAD. He likely has the wherewithall to bring you a serving from the special menu in a takeout container before flopping down on the couch next to you, then onto you, just looking for a little bit of physical affection. The next day he does feel a little bad for not making you feel as special as he could have, so he'll wake you up with breakfast in bed. Jade: Again, he's been working overtime but he was more ready for Valentine's day than Floyd. While he can't take you anywhere on the day of, he has an easy hike and picnic planned for the weekend if you'll join him. Despite being in the wild outdoors, he's determined to make you a dish that would be worthy of serving at the lounge. He will not handle being asked to stay home very well, but ultimately will if you want that more....but it's going to be in your backyard.

Azul: He had so much on his plate leading up to Valentine's day with marketing, organizing shifts and maximizing profit. But, some of that profit was already planned to be set aside specifically for you. It was about time that you got a bit of a leg up, right? I mean working for Crowley can only pay so much, and he's the head of the dorm that represents generosity anyways. So on the day after Valentine's day, he shows up in the evening with a laptop, and envelope with cash, and a grin, ready to show you the wonders of ✨investing✨. He may have forgotten you still...want to go home. He'll backtrack a bit and offer to help you find contractors that will renovate a part of Ramshackle for you.

Scarabia

Jamil: He didn't even bother trying to plan something for himself with you. How could he? It was a holiday, as ridiculous as it was, it meant that Kalim would inevitably want to celebrate it on the dorm level, and Jamil, of course, would have to plan and organize and arrange everything in order to make it work out. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't make sure to invite you. It didn't mean that he wouldn't make the time to ensure your favourite dish was served. Or that your favourite song would come on during the dance party portion of the celebration. Or that he wouldn't check on you just as, if not more frequently than he did on Kalim to make sure you're enjoying yourself. And if you're not, if it's all too much, he accounted for that already and will show you where you can stay until you feel okay again. Of course, if you show up an hour or two early and demand (you can't ask, he'll say no) to be given a task to lighten his burden, he might just admire you a little bit more (even if he still says no).

Kalim: Valentine's Day means partayyyyy time!! There's gonna be food, and dancing, and games, and lots of people, and live music because he, Cater, and Lilia are gonna perform, won't you come see him?? He needs you there so he can perform the best he ever has!! Come on Yuu, please??? They did actually practice, because they had to change a few lyrics so that it could be a better cover for Valentine's day and he was thinking of you when they modified it, so can you pleeeeeeeease come?

Pomefiore

Epel: He isn't sure whether he wants to continue a tradition he had from home or not, where he would show up at school with handmade lollipops and give them out to people....but his class at primary school was soooo much smaller, it wouldn't make sense to do it here for everyone. Not to mention, he usually had his grandma help him make them, he's never done it on his own. He likely does it for all the first years in his little friend group because he doesn't want to be obvious to anyone person that maybe...he likes them a little more...however your lollipop is the only one that seems to have no imperfections. Funny how that worked out.

Rook: Screw your alarm clock, he knows when you wake up anyways and will be outside your window, serenading you until you wake up. Even if you end up rolling out of bed lookin like a sewer rat and peaking out the window, once he knows you're awake he'll start reading poetry to you. He kinda just lingers until you're done getting ready enough to come great him outside, where he gives you a single rose and a few sheets of paper that he's written his poems about you on. He'll kiss the back of your hand and offer to escort you to class. ** I just want to say, for as much as I gripe about Rook in other posts, I genuinely believe that if he knew or found out you had no Valentine, no plans, and nobody treated you, he would, by the end of the day, at least have left a rose and handwritten note on in front of your door apologizing for not having asked to be your Valentine earlier and going through and complimenting you, though the note is completely anonymous. Rook is a bleeding heart (hehe Snow White ref) and regardless of his feelings for you/your feelings for him, he wants to make sure Valentine's day is positive for you.

Vil: Ugh, Valentine's day. It's a tacky, meaningless holiday that corporations push for the sake of profit. He agrees to model stuff still, sure, he has to in order to try and keep up with Neige, but he hates it. He gets his nails done so that they are jet black. Part of him wants to go goth for the day, but really that would be an overreaction to something so minor. He rejects any Valentine's day gifts, and likely won't want to do anything special, so if anything, you get to see a slightly out of character Vil as he either facetimes you to make sure you've been drinking water today and rant about the industry and how it's ruined Valentine's day, or. You send him a really cheesy gif wishing him a happy Valentines day and he very reluctantly replies, but tells you to never do that again (and it segues into Above).

Ignihyde

Idia (+ wingman/little shit Ortho): Ortho didn't really intend to snoop, but his big brother just left his phone out in the open...well he threw it onto his bed and mumbled something about being a loser. According to Ortho's analysis of Idia's phone, he hadn't been on a mobile game, so what got him so worked up? He sifted through until he found the culprit- the draft of a really sweet...and yeah, kinda cringey message he had written out addressed to the prefect of Ramshackle. Eugh he didn't need to read that...but...but Yuu should. He sends the message for Idia right before his brother comes back into the room, mumbling about how he needs to delete something. His eyes go wide as saucers as he sees not only has the message been sent, but the prefect has read it and is replying in that very moment. Idia reprimands Ortho immediately, but gently until the Prefects response comes through and Ortho confirms the tone is positive. Diasomnia lord help me it's one in the morning

Sebek: Wasn't going to do anything until Lilia mentioned...."exaggerated"...just how important Valentine's Day can be to humans. His decision to try and come up with a last minute gift only amplifies if he sees someone else give Yuu a gift, and ultimately decides with a certain degree of defeat just to buy something from Sam's shop. He decides something practical is best, but gets a little distracted around the candles. Surely in Ramshackle you would appreciate something small, aromatic and it even offers a small bit of heat! He decides to go through with it, but it's only noon, surely he can customize it a bit more before the end of the day. Lilia ends up walking into Sebek's room at around 10:30, only to see him struggling to stay awake as he wipes off paint from the lid. Based on the discarded tissues around, he hasn't been satisfied with any customizations he's tried to make. Lilia gently encourages him just to write a quick note, and he'll deliver it to the prefects doorstep for him so he can get to sleep. Sebek insists it's not perfect, but is forced to accept defeat as Lilia ushers him to bed, reassuring him that the prefect will still appreciate it.

Silver: He knows that he struggles to stay awake, so he starts on his project long before Valentine's day so that he can work on it whenever he has the wherewithall to do so. Come Valentine's day, he has the gift with him during class, and ends up sitting outside of Ramshackle, passed out next to the door waiting for you to show up so he can hand you his gift, which turns out to be a dagger. No, he didn't make it, but he wanted to research the best option for someone of your size and stature, the quality, where to purchase it reliably, to make a small write up on how to care for it properly, what it can and should be used for, and activities it's not suggested to use it for, but you technically "can". It also gives him an excuse to come see you more often to teach you how to use it- often teaching someone is a great way to learn and will add another layer to his training. Lilia: He's been around for so many Valentine's Days, he probably knew the fucking saint it was named after. That being said, he loves to make the most of life, and that doesn't stop here! Get ready for a home cooked meal, you don't have to worry about dinner tonight sweetheart, Lilia's got it covered. Or he'll pay for take out. Or both, to make up for the mess in your kitchen.

Malleus: He's been aware of the holiday for years, but has never really had a reason to celebrate it. But now there's someone who isn't scared of him. Someone who, perhaps if he asked, you would allow him to spend time with you. He ends up daydreaming about the activities the two of you could do together, from making gargoyles to learning to make ice cream together, he ends up spending the entire day like that. Though he's a bit frustrated at his loss of time, he writes out a heartfelt letter to invite you to join him in those activities at a later date. He'll either wait for you outside, or if its too late in the night, simply slide the letter under your door.

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I was gonna do Che'nya and Neige and even Rollo but its. its way too late, I'm hungry and I have a STATS class tomorrow RIP me.

[sanctum-of-ramshackle]

Behind The Screen

[TWST AU]: Self-Aware AU, but with logical takes.

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, MC/Yuu/[Y/N] was playing TWST one day and then something off-putting happens.

[TW]: Mild cursing

[(A/N)]: I know. This AU has been done multiple times with most of them being…possessive. I decided to try the concept, but with my own take on it. Also MC/Yuu/[Y/N] is around 16-18 years old in this AU.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N] is just your ordinary gamer who loves the game, Disney: Twisted Wonderland.

They played that game almost everyday ever since it was first released.

They get to experience everything from leveling up the characters (especially their favorites who may or may not be bias towards) to collecting items.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N] fell in love with the storyline and laugh at the humor whenever something ironic and sarcastic happens.

All fun and literal games until one day something happens.

As MC/Yuu/[Y/N] logs into TWST and expected a character greeting them with a gift each day, there wasn’t anybody on the screen.

They thought it’s probably a glitch. It happens.

Shrugging off the weird occurrence, they continue the game as usual, leveling up the characters and winning in battles.

As they were reading through a chapter, something slips up.

Ace Trappola, everyone’s favorite little bastard accidentally mentioned how MC/Yuu/[Y/N] look stupidly cute today with their new haircut.

They freaked out a little.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Okay. I may need more sleep or did I hear Ace right about my looks for today?

Ace: *Sweatdrops*

Deuce: *Whispers* Ace, say your line. You’ll blow our cover.

Ace: *Whispers back* You too, Dunce-face. You’ll get us in trouble.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: …I’m not dealing with this shit.

Ace: No wait-

They exit out of the game and starts texting to a friend of theirs asking advice on what to do with a possibly possessed app game operated by the Japanese branch of the huge corporation.

[MC/Yuu/[Y/N]’s Bedroom]

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Okay, that’s it. I’m reporting this to the development team and possibly FBI because what kind of sick game is this?

Riddle: No wait! Prefect!

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Don’t “Prefect” me! I know how this shit goes, and it ends badly.

Lilia: Oh dear. You read too many Yandere fics, haven’t you.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: …How do you know that?

Ace: Duh! It’s obvious. We’re in your phone. We sometimes sneak into your search history.

Jack: I’m afraid to ask questions about your…free time.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: You don’t have to know, Jack.

Vil: You need a better wallpaper, honestly. Who edited this abomination?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Uhh…I did the wallpaper.

Vil: …You need to work on your photoshop skills.

[MC/Yuu/[Y/N]’s Bedroom]

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: You’re telling me you listened to everything I spoke about this past year?

Riddle: Unfortunately, yes.

Leona: You cursed at us for being “too handsome” and “how stubborn” we can be.

Azul: Let’s not forget you spilled some secrets nobody else would know. You still sleep with a stuffed dolphin after 4.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Luckily nobody ask for my phone.

Kalim: Your world sounds a lot of fun to learn about. I always wonder what it’s like outside with no magic involved.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Believe my words, it’s not pretty.

Vil: I heard you talked about some fashion brands. Louis Vuitton?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Yeah…That and other brands are expensive as Hell here.

Idia: I was wondering about your Otaku culture…

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Oh! There is enough to talk about with new anime and manga coming out everyday.

Malleus: *Peeks into images of Gargoyles*

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Tsunotarou? What are you doing on Google Images?

Malleus: Oh. Forgive me, Child of Man. I was curious about your device.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Nah, it’s fine. Just be careful when you’re searching for something.

[MC/Yuu/[Y/N]’s Bedroom]

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: *Fanning over a character* Jesus Christ! I can’t with this guy!

[Insert an image of Yoru from Valorant.]

[(A/N): I couldn’t help myself.]

Deuce: Huh? Hey, isn’t he from-

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Oh, yeah. I sometimes dabble into Valorant and he’s one of my mains.

Ace: So your type is the edgy bad boy type~?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Don’t even try, Ace.

Ace: *Threw his hands up in defense* What? It’s not like I can leave here.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Touché.

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