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—"PRINCE CHARMING'S KISS" dormleaders

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synopsis: a potionology accident involving the adeuce duo leads to the prefect falling into a deep sleep. only an act of true love's kiss can save them and it seems that ace and deuce picked a certain boy to play prince charming.

⊹ [ cw ] — none◞

⊹ [ tags ] — FLUFF.GN! READER | papa crewel doesn't seem too happy, cauldrons, tomato riddle, azul tries to get engaged, kalim bawling his eyes out, soft vil, idia is about to pop a vein, malleus throws a lamp at lilia and it's deserved◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 4k+◞

"I SUMMON THEE, CAULDRON!"

"Deuce! No! I asked you to grab one not-" Before you could stop him, the cauldron already smashed against the pot atop your desk, flinging all the contents of the pink bubbling potion all over you.

"You dumbass! They said grab one, not summon one!" Ace hissed, throwing a towel over your soaked form. "Shit. We need to get them to Professor Crewel and — Oi, Prefect!?"

You fell forward, falling limp in Ace's arms as you both tumbled to the floor. Panicked, Ace was quick to push you onto your back, slapping your cheek and shaking you furiously. "Wake up!"

"W-What happened?" Deuce ran towards you two, guilt pooling in his stomach. His blood ran cold with fear once he saw just how pale and cold your face had turned. "Are they dead?!"

"No. It's not that strong of a potion." Crewel sighed, striding towards the two morons with a venomous scowl on his lips.

Leaning down, your adoptive-father gingerly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. All previous ire he exhibited seemingly melting away. "Oh darling, I have no idea why you chose these two strays as friends…"

"Once again, you've brought my pup to harm with your incompetence." The professor stood up straight once again, his stern gaze fixed on the two youngsters.

"Nonetheless, I think this will be a valuable learning experience for the two of you." Crewel said, grabbing a thick aged book from a nearby shelf and thrusting it into Ace's arms.

"That book there contains the instructions to brew the cure."

"D-Do we have to make the- uff-" Deuce coughed, unintentionally breathing in a cloud of dust released by the old book. "-cure ourselves?"

Crewel drew his eyebrows up to his hairline, jaw dropped in disbelief. "Seven's no! I'll be making the cure myself; I have zero faith in you two."

"You two are to write a 10,000 word long report about the potion and I expect it on my desk by tomorrow." The professor pressed a boney finger against the cover, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Oh, and I trust that you'll keep my pup safe. You know the consequences if I find even a single hair missing from their head." The two watched helplessly as Crewel walked away, his sharp heels clicking against the floor.

"Man. What's with him." Ace grumbled, flinging the book at Deuce who easily caught it with one hand.

"Deuce, what'cha say we just head to Ramshackle?" Ace hummed, nudging your unconscious form with his foot. He hadn't even bothered with picking you up. Opting to just leave you sprawled out on the cold tiles.

Ace was truly the most friend ever.

"Interesting…" Deuce muttered, clasping a hand around his chin. Ace raised his brow, peeking over his friend's shoulder to read the text on the yellowed pages.

"One of the cures listed here is…"

✩—RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

"A True Love's Kiss…?" Riddle trailed off before scowling at his two dorm members. Just what sort of shenanigans were they pulling now?

He lowered his teacup slowly while frowning and blinking incoherently. "Could this be another one of your pitiful attempts at a joke?"

"Why the hell would we joke about his?" Ace whined.

Riddle shook his head, walking over to your unconscious form draped over Deuce's shoulder like a stack of potatoes. Checking your temperature, he pressed his hand against your forehead and tsk'd at the heat.

For a split second, his eyes briefly wandered over to your lips.

What if…

Snapping out of it, Riddle stepped back with his burning pink cheeks.

"What utter nonsense. Hand me that book, I can brew the potion myself." Riddle said, pulling his gloves off before he then motioned for Deuce to pass him the book.

"Ah yeah…about that-" Ace chuckled, folding his arms behind his head. "Crewel didn't allow any of us to make the cure…so you're kinda our only hope."

The part where Crewel promised to produce the cure was purposefully left out by Ace. In truth, there really was no reason for Riddle to kiss you other than to serve as Ace's entertainment but hush now Riddle didn't have to know that.

"Well them, pray tell, what makes you think I should take the role of Prince Charming? "

"You get that disgusting dopey look on your face when you see them." Ace smirked.

"I-I do not!" Riddle shouted, face turning a deep cherry-red. Ace laughed, pointing at Riddle's flushed cheeks. "See?! You're turning into a tomato!"

"How are we certain that they even like me back?!"

"Ugh! Stop being a coward! You'll never know if you don't try!"

They began arguing anew, flinging insult after insult at one other. Deuce sighs and places you down on the couch in the lounge. He knew that if they continued their screaming, nothing would be done. It's was time he took things into his own hands.

Deuce grabs Riddle by the arm, dragging him towards you. The redhead turns to him, demanding the first-year to let go but Deuce only shakes his head. "I'm sorry house warden, I'll bear the brunt of your punishment later but I need to fix what I did."

"No-! W-Wait-" Riddle sputters, digging his feet into the ground. "I-I can't possibly-How unconsensual!-"

"Whoops!" Ace seizes the opportunity to shove the redhead forward, causing his lips to meet with yours.

"?!" Riddle stills for a few seconds, his calloused palms resting on your cheeks. Peering at you through shaky lashes, Riddle snaps out of his lovesick stupor and jolts back. His face blooming into an even deeper red than thought possible.

"R..iddle…?" His heart hammers against his ribcage as you flutter your eyes open, blinking up at him. The press and warmth of your lips still remained and a million of thoughts raced through his head. One of them seemed to echo louder than the rest.

At his lips’ touch you blossomed like a rose and the cure was complete, bringing the enchantment to an end. He was your 'True Love'?

Riddle hesitantly cradled your body, assisting you in sitting up. He coughed, averting his eyes to the ground, unable to meet yours.

"I apologize for the unsolicited kiss however, seeing as how my feelings are returned." He turned to you, clasping your hand tight in his. "I would like to court you properly. H-How does lunch tomorrow at noon sound?"

✩— LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

"…so that's why I dumped them onto ya' bed." Ruggie yawned, extending his arms over his head.

There you were, curled up against Leona's king-sized bed, clutching one of his pillows tight in your arms. Blissfully oblivious to the fact that your friends abandoned you, placing you in the clutches of a hyena and at the mercy of a lion.

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"So, since Leona's a prince and all, that 'True Love Kiss' stuff could totally work with him, right?" Ace grinned, placing his hands on his hips. "I've read 'bout it in fairy tales all the time! The prince kisses the girl and boom!"

"How'd desperate are ya' to go running to Leona for help?" Ruggie sniggered, grabbing a handful of dry clothes off of the clothesline.

Really, it was both pitiful and humorous at the same time. The two chose to cast the irritable, hot-headed lion as the Prince Charming in their decrepit fairy tale.

Let's be honest, when you hear the term "charming," the first thing that came to mind was not Leona Kingscholar.

Adjusting the laundry basket, he propped it against his hip, Ruggie tapped his chin and pondered. "I can help but it'll come with a price…"

Deuce rushed forward, shoving a box of donuts into Ruggie's free hand. "Will this cover it?!"

Whistling, Ruggie flicked the box open. His eyes gleamed seeing all the tooth-rotting pastries heaped atop each other.

A sly grin stretched across his face.

"Deal."

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After Ace and Deuce handed you over to Ruggie, the hyena unceremoniously barged into Leona's room and all but threw you onto the bed.

"True Love's Kiss? Do those things even exist?" Leona scoffed, tossing a blanket over your form. Ruggie shrugged, heading out of Leona's room. "Dunno but since you two like each other, I figured you would wanna help."

Leona rolled his eyes, glancing at you. Your face was shoved against the pillow, a leg hooked over it. Well, by the looks of it, you seemed pretty comfortable. There was no harm in letting you stay for a bit.

"Shihshishi good luck on your love life." Ruggie grinned, sending Leona a thumbs up before slamming the door close.

"Damn hyena…" Leona grumbled, plopping down next to your sleeping body. His gaze poured over your skin, gliding across the contour of your jawline before settling on your lips. Leona softly pushed down on your lips with his thumb, parting them ever so slightly.

"So, you need a True Love's Kiss…" Leona whispered, leaning in, eyes fluttering close. "I better be the only one, herbivore."

His lips pressed firmly against yours, a hand propped under your chin to keep your head up. The kiss was unusually delicate and tender for someone of his nature, such a stark contrast to his gruff personality. Leona moved closer and his hair fell over his shoulders, chestnut locks draping across your chest. Within a few minutes, Leona drew back to see if you had awakened.

You stirred, bleary eyes blinking open and he smirked. Pride swelled in his chest as he leaned down to kiss you again, his tail curling around your waist.

"You're all mine, huh?"

✩— AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

"Man, just how strong are you eels?!" Ace growled, banging his fists against Floyd's back. Both of the Heartslabyul boys were slung over Floyd's shoulder, his grip on them tight and unfaltering.

Beside him, Deuce was kicking around, trying (and failing) to get the merman's grip on him to loosen. Suddenly, one of Deuce's kicks hit Floyd square in the jaw and the eel growled.

"Neh~ Squirm around some more and I'll snap both of your legs off." Floyd grinned, his bright sharp teeth on full display. Although hesitant, the threat seemed to work as the two boys stilled, not wishing to lose their ability to walk any time soon.

"Now, Floyd, there's no need for such aggression." Jade chuckled as he approached the group with you in his arms. Unlike Floyd's manhandling, you were carried in a firm bridal carry, treated as if you were a precious piece of china or rather…an offering.

"We just got word on the prefect's condition." Jade shut his eyes, placing a hand against his chest in faux sympathy. "How unfortunate that they've succumbed to such a fate. However, lucky for you we found a solution."

"Ya need a Prince Charming right~? Well, let's have Azul do it!" Floyd cheered, slamming the two boys down onto the ground. Ace groaned, cradling his back and squinting at the tweels. "You think you can drag me into another one of those contracts?! I'm not stupid!"

"Oh, you're mistaken. This one is free of charge, no strings attached." Jade chuckled.

"Yeah…I don't really believe that." Deuce muttered.

"Why're you so damn stubborn?! Can't we just hand shrimpy to Azul? I'm sick of seeing him makin' those dumb goo goo eyes." Floyd whined.

The eel yanked you from Jade's arms and stomped up to Azul's office. He kicked the door down, nearly knocking it off its hinges.

Jolting, Azul accidentally spilled ink all over his papers. The delicate fine print he spent hours painstakingy writing by hand dissolved into large blots of ink. His eye twitched as he grit his teeth, snapping his head up to meet Floyd's gaze.

"Floyd. What in the great seven's are you—?!" Azul was cut off when the eel plopped your dozing body onto his lap. It took the octo-mer a few seconds before he registered just what happened, cheeks burning a bright crimson when he realized you were pressed up snug against his chest.

"It's your lucky day, Azul~! You get to play Prince Charming!" Floyd sang as he made his way to the door. "Shrimpy here got cursed because of Mackerel and Crab so now you have to kiss them!"

Kiss…? Azul's mind went haywire but before he could speak any further, Floyd slithered out of the room and slammed the door shut.

It's not that he doesn't believe in the cure; love is a strong thing, and he's read that it can break even the most powerful curses. Even so, how could he promise that you'd wake up?

Azul pressed a hand behind your head, trying to calm his beating heart. Did you even acknowledge his feelings?

"True Love's kiss…Well, it wouldn't hurt to try." He murmurs, raising a trembling hand to rest against your cheek. He leans down and lightly presses his lips against yours, ever so clumsy, before checking for any reactions.

Azul stares down on your drowsy body as your eyes flicker open. He stares at you owlishly before breaking into a giddy grin.

"Prefect, s-seeing as how I'm your True Love-" Azul hastily unlocked his top desk drawer, pulling out a fancy piece of paper and handing it to you. "Let's make it official with a contract."

"..."

Blinking, you looked down and read the text on the paper. Azul smiled at you expectantly, nudging a pen towards your direction.

"Azul, this is an engagement contract…?"

"Precisely."

✩— KALIM AL ASIM:

Jamil peered at Kalim through a crack in the slightly-ajar door. Seeing the poster boy for the golden-retriever personality sulking was truly a rare sight. Kalim had his head buried in his hands, kneeling by his bed which had your sleeping form atop it.

"What did you tell him?!" Jamil hissed, whipping his head around to glare at both Ace and Deuce.

"W-We just told him how we needed a Prince Charming's kiss to break the spell…" Deuce trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. "…we figured since he was related to royalty, he could break it."

"He must have misunderstood it then." Jamil sighed, slipping into the dark room. So dark in fact that he could barely make out the silhouette of his dorm leader. Kalim had shut the drapes so tightly that not a single ray of sunshine could strike through his bedroom. How…dramatic.

"Kalim, what's the matter…?" Jamil approached the young boy, placing his hand atop Kalim's shoulder. He didn't miss the sight of the pure gold jewelry hastily draped across your neck or the iris bouquet in your hands. Well…it was evident who all those were from. You looked like you came straight out of a Scarabian version of Snow White.

"J-Jamil!" Kalim wailed, screwing his eyes shut as thick globs of tears ran down his flushed puffy face. The vice dorm leader sighed and reached for a tissue box, which he handed to the distraught boy. Kalim snatched a fistful of tissues and blew his nose loudly.

"The prefect is cursed to sleep forever-! A-And I couldn't find the cure!" He cried out in anguish. Jamil squinted his eyes. "Kalim, in case you forgot, the cure is-"

"I know! Prince Charming's kiss!" Kalim interrupted, wiping away his tears with the back of his arm making Jamil grimace. "I sent out hundreds of search parties but he hasn't been found!"

Jamil paused.

Ah. In foresight, he really should have seen this coming…

Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath to get his irritation under control. He reached for the hood of Kalim's shirt and yanked him back. Hissing into his ear, the snake spat. "Kalim, the Prince Charming is you."

"Wh-Whgat?" Kalim sniffed, his voice muffled and hoarse from his crying.

"You. You're the prince charming." Jamil groaned, running a hand over his face.

Kalim started at Jamil for a minute or two, processing what his friend just said. Eventually, he broke out into a wide smile and happy laughter.

Wasting no time, he was quick to swoop you into his arms, drawing you into a clumsy yet endearing kiss. It only took a few seconds before your eyes blinked open. He pulled away but not before pressing another quick peck on your cheek.

"So, I'm your prince charming, huh?" Kalim beamed, sending a you a silly toothy grin. He leaned down and peppered your flushed face with kisses once more, making you feel like your head was about to explode.

"Y-Yeah-" You shot him a bashful yet thankful smile.

Filled with happiness, the teen jumped to his feet and drew you into his arms. He lifted you up by the waist and spun you around, his loud laughter echoing out through the room.

"I'm so glad! Ah! But I still have to cancel all those search parties though…"

✩—VIL SCHOENHEIT:

"Tsk. This is what I said about hanging out with those hooligans potato." Vil scowled, seething in rage and looking as if he was just about to hex both Ace and Deuce for this accident. "It'll only bring you trouble."

After he was informed of the incident by Rook, he wasted no time in whisking you away from your two incompetent friends and claiming he would care for you himself. Like hell he was letting you stay in that shabby dorm of yours.

Vil eased you into a luxurious bed in one of Pomefiore's spare rooms, draping a delicate lilac blanket around your torso. His palms brushed up against your brow, softly smoothing out the creases along your brow line.

Dspite the color vanishing from your cheeks and the once bright visage that made you look so vibrant losing it's glow, Vil believed you to be ethereal.

"True Love's Kiss can wake her from the spell." Vil murmured, reading off of a page in the book Deuce handed to him.

"Hmph, if I had a Madol for everytime that was listed as a cure." This wasn't the first time he'd heard of such a thing. Vil has spend hours pouring over potionology books and you'd be surprised at just how many spells and curses have it mentioned. A tad bit overrated if you asked him.

"Though there will be no need for a Prince Charming, potato." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small vial filled with a glimmering silver liquid.

The liquid swished around in the bottle, sparkling brightly. As you've probably guessed, this was the cure. Vil wasn't appointed Pomefiore's dorm leader for nothing. If he could make one of the most potent poisons this campus has ever seen then he surely knew how to make a cure as simple as this. It was mere child's play.

"The potion will suffice. Even a single drop is enough to wake you." He twisted the bottle open, gently grabbing a hold of your jaw to part your lips. He leaned down, holding the bottle over your face before pausing.

"As if I'd need True Love's Kiss to prove myself." Vil scoffed, eyes latching onto your face, his gaze intense yet warm. He tipped the bottle down, allowing a single drop to fall into your mouth before capturing your lips with his in a tender yet feverish kiss.

Vil eventually pulled away and hummed seeing the color and flush return to your skin. His fingers combed through your disheveled hair, undoing any knots. Your eyes fluttered open and Vil huffed, gliding his fingers along your flushed cheeks.

"Your skin is far too puffy, an unfortunate side effect of the cure. Worry not, I'll go grab a facemask for you." Vil pushed himself off of the bed, heels clicking against the floor as he marched out of the room. "A spa day is just what you need after another incident, potato."

It was all thanks to his potion that were you able to wake, he tells himself. Vil Schoenheit was not one for fairytales or wishing. He knew that he didn't need some magical curse or wish to win you over. No, he was confident he could accomplish it on his own.

As Vil eases the translucent mask onto your face, you smile brightly at him and his chest blooms in a sudden warmth.

Yes, it was definitely the potion.

✩—IDIA SHROUD:

"S-seriously, w-wh-hy me? Do I look like a Prince Charming to y-you?" Idia groaned, trying to shut the door but Ace stuck his foot through the opening. "Knock it off with the grin, geez… Weirdo…"

"We know you both have romantic feelings for each other!" Deuce shouted, holding you in his arms. "We really need your help!"

Idia shrieked, hair burning up slightly. He could barely hold eye contact with you for 3 seconds, what makes these two think that he could even survive kissing you? The poor boy would end up melting into a puddle of sad gooey awkwardness.

"J-Just wait until C-Crewel finishes the potion!" Idia shouted, shoving Ace away and slamming the door shut. His chest heaved up and down as he pressed his back against the door, arms awkwardly splayed to his sides, scrambling to keep the door shut.

His eyes ripped wide in panic when Ace continued to pound at the door, calling his name. "C'mon, Idia! Most people would take this as a great opportunity to win their crush over you know!"

"NOPE, NOPE, NOPE. COUNT ME OUT. I'M NOT GOING DOWN THE ROMANCE ROUTE." Idia vehemently shook his head, burying his face into the fabric of his shirt.

Ortho laughed silently, heading over to his distressed brother who looked like he was about to pop a vein. Scratch that, he probably already has.

"Big brother, didn't you and the prefect already go on a date?" Orthro said, tilting his head up to meet Idia's shaky gaze. "Why the big deal? It's just a small kiss."

"Th-That was different! I-I-It was a gaming session through a screen!" Idia sinked to the floor, curling up into a ball. He sobbed pathetically. "I could barely even keep my composure-No way am I surviving IRL."

"Yeah but they need you right now. You may not be Prince Charming but I'm sure the prefect would prefer you over any other." Ortho whispered, placing a hand atop Idia's own. The dorm leader's lip quivered, newfound courage blooming in his chest. He shakily stood up, knees wobbling from his nerves.

"…They need me."

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"I'm telling you Deuce, this guy's hopeless." Ace sighed, lips drawn into a thin line as he casually leaned against the door. Deuce frowned, lightly kicking Ace's shin. "Don't say such things about our senior!"

"Oh yeah? But he's-Argh! " Ace yelped falling backwards as the door abruptly opened. With a grunt, he landed on his back and found himself staring up at Idia's flushed face.

"Alright, n-normies. I-I-I'll d-d-do it."

Idia stepped aside and let Deuce enter his room. Anxiously fiddling with his hands, Idia watched the first-year carefully set you on his bed before stepping out of the room.

"We'll leave everything to you!" The two scurried away and Ortho also excused himself, leaving to give you two privacy. Idia stood in the middle of his room, a great distance away from you.

Alright, he could do this. It was just a simple little kiss, no biggie.

Hovering his shaky hands over your cheeks, Idia leaned over your form. His breath fanning across your face as he moved in, delicately brushing his lips against yours.

Your hands snaked around his neck, drawing him in deeper making the boy squeak. Pulling away, Idia averted his gaze, voice small and meek.

"H-Hey you. You're finally awake…"

✩—MALLEUS DRACONIA:

In a tall tower atop Diasomnia, an ominious green glow was emanating from an open window. Thick towering brambles, thorns, and vines wrapped itself around the brooding dorm. In the sky, claps of lightning and thunder flashed amongst the darkening clouds.

"Ah…we lost the prefect." Deuce deadpanned, his gaze fixed on the overgrown thick shrubs in front of them. Ace reached for a thorn, hissing as the tip of his finger was cut.

"Yeah..it's best if we leave them to Malleus, I don't think we can even get past all of…this."

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Lilia stood in the corner watching as Malleus tenderly placed you onto the bed, the dragon fae handling you as if you were a delicate piece of glass that could break at any second.

"Ah~ Are you going to be their Prince Charming? Khee hee, how ador—"

"Lillia, we need more pillows. There's hardly enough here." Malleus abruptly cut in, a stern look on his face.

Lilia blinked, gaze drawn over to the bed already filled to the brim with pillows of all shapes and sizes, so much so that some of them began pooling around the floor. All evidence of Malleus' nesting instinct.

"What a tragedy. There is to be a pillow scarcity in Diasomnia because of the devastation lay upon the prefect." Lilia replied, a dramatic theatrical sigh leaving his lips. He hurried out the door to meet Malleus' requests before the storm outside worsened. The dragon fae was already aggrevated, there was no need to make things worse.

Malleus' gaze was drawn to your serene expression, his aching heart plummeting to his stomach. Bending down, he softly cradled you in his arms. "Oh, my treasure, if only I could have prevented this."

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses amongst your skin before trailing them up to your lips. Fluttering his eyes shut, Malleus wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the bed as he pressed his lips firmly against yours.

Malleus drew back to see you ogle at him with with wide eyes, your fingers having immediately shot up touch your tingling lips. Chuckling, he bent down once more to press his lips against yours. You two exchanged kisses for what seemed like hours, the press of his lips against yours leaving your lungs burning and heaving for air. At some point he slipped into bed with you, holding himself above your body with his elbows.

"Khee hee, You two know it's supposed to be a 'True Love's Kiss' not 'Kisses', right?" Lilia barged into the room, a comically large pile of pillows in his arms. Malleus growled and tossed a lamp his way, one which Lillia dodged easily. The lamp shattered against the wall behind him, scattering into fragments across the floor.

"Ah ah, there's no need to be so furious. Let me just drop these off and I'll be on my merry way." Lilia cheered, dropping the pillows by the foot of the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old bulky camera. "Might as well take pictures!"

Snarling, Malleus drew his hand back to reach for the large painting sitting above the bed. You snaked a hand around his wrist, silently begging him to not hurl another object at his bat-dad.

"My baby boy is in love-OW!"

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✩— EXTRA:

"What did I say about keeping them out of harms way." Crewel snarled through clenched teeth, sitting in the detention room with both Ace and Deuce. Ace chuckled awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well if you look on the bright side, your kid finally has a love life, so there's that!"

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I Love You - Part 1

Summary: Who says I love you first? How do you say it?

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy: He showed it first, asking you to join his crew, making sure you had a safe and healthy place to be yourself, fighting anyone who stands between you and your dreams, saving his funniest jokes until you're around to hear and giggle at them, even going so far as to share a little (really, only a little) bit of his meal with you, but you were the only who actually said it first. He gets severely injured after a nasty fight, and you stay by his side while he sleeps it off like he normally does, though it takes him longer than usual to wake up. When he does finally wake up looking for you and something to eat, you fling yourself on him and tell him how much you love him. You didn’t intend on confessing, but you were so worried about him and the words fell from your lips as soon as you knew he was okay. Your brows are still furrowed, and when Luffy asks why, you voice your insecurity that he doesn't feel the same way. Luffy just laughs at that and ruffles your hair. “Of course I do.” With that, he crawls out of bed in search of food. He quickly falls into the habit of telling you in the morning when you wake up, and it fills you with so much joy, it’s like he’s giving you a happy vitamin to start your day. And saying those words bring him so much joy that saying them is like he's taking a happy vitamin, too.

Zoro: To your surprise, it was Zoro who said it first. Though Zoro seems the type to bottle up his emotions, he’s actually not, he just doesn’t seem emotional because he’s really good at dealing with his shit. And he knows all too well how temporary arrangements can be, how quickly life can be snuffed out, how easily the people he loves and cares about can be taken away from him. So one late night when he’s alone in the shower, washing his hair (using Nami's expensive shampoo and conditioner because she left it in the shower and Zoro just uses whatever's within his reach) and thinking about you, he realizes how he feels, and he doesn’t even consider not telling you. He climbs into bed afterward in just his boxer briefs, his hair still damp and smelling extra good, shakes you awake, kisses you a few times, and mutters that he loves you in your ear before passing out, not even waiting for you to say it back. He doesn’t say it often after that because he doesn’t thinks actions matter more than words, but he always says it when one of you is injured or after an argument. 

Sanji: Sanji technically confesses first, but you’re the one who actually says those three words. He’s holding your hand in both of his, clutching it close to his racing heart, as he looks down at you, telling you all the ways you make his life better, all the things he’s looking forward to doing with you, all the energy he’s going to put into keeping you happy, healthy, and safe. And the words just sort of fall from your lips. He stops mid sentence, eyes wide and mouth open. The seconds drag on in silence before he’s pulling your lips to his. Both of you are very generous with these three words, saying them often and in public. If you ever hang up the transponder snail without telling him you love him, he’s calling you right back to make sure everything is alright. (Also, not really relevant, might do a separate post about this, but Sanji is definitely a heart-shaped jewelry sort of guy. He just is. Certified lover boy.) 

Ace: Your first, more implicit confession came one night before you two were ever in a relationship. You noticed he was a little off and saw him slip away from the crew as they were drinking the night away. You found him sulking by the water and sensed he was hurting, especially when you asked to say and he told you he’d rather be alone. Before you leave, you tell him, “I just wanted you to know that I’m happy you’re alive.” You had no idea that it would strike a nerve, just got the feeling he needed to hear it, and this was confirmed by him grabbing you by the wrist as you walk away and pulling you into his arms. You continue finding implicit ways to tell him you love him such as, “I think the world is a better place with you in it,” and, “I’m so glad you were born,” and Ace is never really sure how to respond, but he soaks your words up like they’re sunlight and he’s a plant. This culminates in him blurting those three words out one day when you’re sitting in a tree together, Ace avoiding your eyes for fear you’ll reject him. When you lean in and kiss his cheek, instead, he almost cries (and he does when he’s alone later on, your love the purest thing he’s ever known). 

Sabo: Sabo is always taking risks. He lives a dangerous lifestyle as the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army, and on top of being one of the most wanted criminals in the world, he is an incredibly reckless individual who thrives when his life his threatened. He does not, however, thrive when your life is threatened. So accustomed to being the one others are fretting over, so used to Koala telling him off for taking this risk or making that dumb decision, he is completely blindsided by the anxiety he experiences when he finds out you’ve been captured. Naturally he launches a rescue attempt, and when it succeeds, he wraps you in his arms and tells you how much he loves you. He always makes sure to say it after that, telling you in the morning when you wake up and at night when you go to bed together, the memory of not having you there to hear it all too fresh. 

Law: Law is pretty bad with words, and, for lack of a better term, he sort of lacks a bedside manner. Needless to say, this carries over into other aspects of his life, including his love life (or lack thereof; Law has little to no experience in this arena). One afternoon, though, the two of you are fighting because you want to accompany Law somewhere and he insists it’s too dangerous despite all of your qualifications and skills as a fighter. You keep pressing and pressing, demanding to know why he won’t let you go when you are perfectly capable, until finally he blurts it out. “I love you! Alright? And I won’t lose you.” You aren’t even in any sort of relationship at that point, the two of you just sort of stewing in unresolved tension. His irate confession is the tipping point, and you become an item after that. When you hear it from him after that, it’s always in private, usually in the late hours of the night when he slips into bed and buries his face in your neck. Other times, it’s when you two pass each other in the hallway aboard the Polar Tang and he catches your hand in his, placing a warm kiss on your knuckles, muttering the words, and moving along quickly for fear someone might see despite the entire crew knowing about your relationship. 

Kid: You say it first. You say it a couple of times, actually, before you ever hear it back. You’re sitting in his workshop watching him build something, and you just sort of blurt the words out. You swear Kid hesitates before picking up the next piece of metal, but he gives no real acknowledgment you uttered those three words. Knowing exactly the sort of man he is and not expecting to receive anything in return, just wanting him to know how you feel in the moment, you aren’t actually offended, but you are wondering if he didn’t hear you. So, the next day in his workshop, you say it again, once more receiving no response. The third time you say it to him, catching him while he’s painting his nails, you receive a grunt in response (Kid is a man of grunts, not a man of words). Only in the heat of battle do you hear it back. He catches you around the waist and picks you up, and you fight thinking it’s an enemy, only for him to say, “I love you,” in your ear before deflecting a canon ball headed straight for the two of you and then setting you on your feet like nothing happened. From that point forward, he’ll say it, but only at inopportune times.  

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[yuusishi]

me and my dad own a fish tank and recently i got a new gold fish that i named riddle!

so that got me wondering how riddle and/or floyd would react to a reader that has a gold fish named after riddle? (assuming the reader has good enough equipment and that the fish wont die in a week)

. . . FISH OF HEARTS !!

pairings : Riddle Rosehearts , Floyd Leech (sep.) x gn!Reader

genre : fluff , can be read platonically

cws/tws : none

a/n : I know this ask was sent a few months ago but enjoy your Riddle fishy :3 I hope it lives a long life !!

Riddle Rosehearts !!

He's so ?? confused ??

Like...genuinely why would you name a goldfish after him.

He begs you not to tell Ace or Floyd or any student for that matter because he knows he'll never hear the end of it.

Over time he gets used to it and honestly forgets that he and a goldfish have the same name.

But this also makes funny sentences to leave his mouth, mainly "Have you fed Riddle already?", "I fed Riddle earlier and it only ate a little bit, is it doing alright?".

Riddle isn't a careless person by any means, so he can't wrap his head around how he's saying those sentences like it's the most normal thing in the world, even with the context of your goldfish.

Please just...make sure no one else is around when you two talk about your beloved goldfish...

Floyd Leech !!

He, on the other hand, thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. You named your goldfish over his goldfish (except only one is an actual goldfish).

Probably made you bring it to class before and presented in front of Riddle (the human one).

"Hey goldfishie, did you know this goldfish is named after you?", "???".

Riddle’s eyes flickered between your nervous face that’s holding back laughter and at the complete unrestrained amusement on Floyd’s face.

Just when the human Riddle was about to start interrogating you on why on earth you’d name a goldfish that, Floyd pulled at your arm to start sprinting away from the dorm leader.

With the fish completely safe and healthy in the little plastic baggie in his hand of course.

The type to just stare at the fish with the most intense gaze for random periods of time. He could be glaring at the fish for 5 minutes or 30.

He also puts stickers on the outer of the aquarium walls :3

[daisynik7]

hello it's me again not sure if it's alright to request one more (literally just ignore this if not) and its also not y2k but i'd like to request work song by hozier for nanami especially "no grave can hold my body down, i'd crawl home to her" angst with a happy ending during/post shibuya (no dying please) and reader is also a healer like shoko

thank you so much and congrats again 🫶🏼

Work Song

No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

cw: mentions of d*ath, bl*od, burn injuries, canon-divergent, set in the canon-universe during the Shibuya Incident Arc, MAJOR spoilers up to Shibuya Arc, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, happy ending

Summary: You’re a healer working with Shoko inside the medical tent at Shibuya Station while Nanami, your boyfriend, is in the line of fire for the battle ahead. After an especially life-threatening attack, Nanami, on the brink, runs into an old friend, who helps guide him back home. 

Author’s Note: @75songs thank you so much for sending in another request for the y2k karaoke party, always appreciate your love and support! I ADORE this song and have honestly always thought it was perfect for Nanami. I am an anime only and am not caught up with season 2 yet, so I didn’t want to read too much into what exactly happens during this arc, so some of the details may be inaccurate, just a heads up. This one got me in my feelings. I will forever hold a grudge against Gege for what they did to Nanami. Anyways, likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thanks so much for reading! Divider by @/saradika.

October 31st. Maybe in another timeline, another reality, you and Nanami would be celebrating Halloween tonight, passing colorful candies and decadent chocolates to kids going door-to-door across the neighborhood. You’d force him to dress up in a silly costume, one that matches yours, despite his reluctance at first. Deep down, you know he likes this; domestic bliss, especially with you. The idea that the two of you could live a peaceful life together, away from the dangerous world of curses and Jujutsu sorcery. You discuss it constantly, dream about it, strive for it. A few more years, he says, and he’ll retire. There’s still more work to be done, people to be saved. 

You’re inside the medical tent beside Shoko, helping her set up the cots, anticipating injured sorcerers to arrive soon with the battle underway. Masamichi Yaga, Jujutsu High’s principal, stands guard outside, determined to keep the medical team, especially Shoko, safe from any posing threats. There’s no way to know what’s happening until people start arriving, in need of medical attention. You’re a healer too, but not nearly as skilled as Shoko, your mentor. Still, she encourages you to join them tonight, needing all the help they can get. 

“Are you feeling okay?” she asks, setting up the last bed. Observant as ever, she notices your quiet demeanor.

You nod, giving her a weak, unconvincing smile. “Yeah.”

“Nanami is going to be fine,” she assures you, sensing the root of your anxiety. “When this is all done, the two of you should take a vacation together.”

Relaxing a bit, you reply, “We already have our trip to Malaysia planned in a few months.”

She smiles kindly. “There you go. Something to look forward to.”

Her words ease some of the tension, but there’s dread settling in the pit of your stomach, and it won’t go away until you see Nanami again in one piece. 

The waiting game finally ends as soon as the first wounded sorcerer shows up in the tent, initiating nonstop chaos. You assist Shoko diligently, making sure everything is prepared for her to perform her Reverse Cursed Technique for those who need it, and patching up those who don’t, with less severe injuries. You’re constantly on the lookout to see a familiar face, trying to get an update on what’s happening out there. None comes, until you see Kiyotaka Ijichi limping towards the entrance, blood spread across his shirt. You and Shoko rush towards him, carrying him over your shoulders, leading him to an empty cot, gently laying him down. 

Shoko, showing panic on her face for the first time all night, inspects him carefully. “Ijichi, can you hear me?” She’s always had a soft spot for him, often telling you how endearing she finds him, always a nervous wreck in front of her. Seeing him like this is surely jarring, even for her, who’s as tough as nails. 

He nods weakly, mumbling something incoherent, blood sputtering from his mouth. You remove the shattered glasses from his eyes, wiping his lips with gauze. Shoko starts to work on him, directing you to check on the other patients. Before you can follow orders, you feel his weak grip on your wrist. You turn to face him, focused on his lips as he quietly utters, “Nanami.”

Your ears perk up at the mention of your boyfriend’s name, leaning in closer to hear the rest of what he has to say, taking his time through labored breaths. “He…saved…me…” 

You do your best to keep your composure, nodding at him silently, blinking away the tears welling in your eyes. Unsure how to respond, you leave them, going to the other side of the tent to check on the remaining sorcerers. 

With everyone else in stable condition, you take a minute outside the tent to sob into your hands, praying that Nanami is still alive. Unaware of your surroundings, you’re startled when Yaga approaches, his large figure sitting beside you. “You alright?”

You wipe away your sniffles on your sleeve. “Just…nervous.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, sighing. “Yeah, I get it. But Nanami is one of our strongest sorcerers. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Again, more words of comfort, but not enough to ease the nervous flutter in your belly. Yaga recognizes this and adds, “Nanami would fight through the fires of hell instead of letting himself die. Not because he wants to live for himself. But because he wants to live for you.”

You face him now, processing his statement. He chuckles, lifting his sunglasses to meet your gaze. “That man has never been so smitten in his life. He’d crawl out his grave just to be with you, I guarantee it.”

~~~

The last thing Nanami remembers is desperately wishing he was in Malaysia with you instead of at Shibuya Station right now. He wakes up, sitting in one of the seats on the platform. It’s eerily quiet with no one in sight. The distinct sounds of trains on the rails or the hustle and bustle of people moving along is strangely absent, and it occurs to Nanami that this may be a dream. 

He's sure of it when he feels a nudge to his side, turning to face Yu Haibara sitting next to him. There’s a warm smile on his boyish face, dressed in his Jujutsu High uniform, exactly as he was many years ago when Nanami last saw him, alive and well. The same bright, earnest eyes he remembers vividly of his best friend. He swallows hard, an uneasy feeling surrounding him. Is he seeing a ghost? Or is this the afterlife?

Haibara laughs, and Nanami is snapped out of his reverie and taken immediately back to 2006, when he first met his friend during orientation. He can’t help but grin, happy to see him still so lively. “Well, aren’t you going to greet your old friend, Nanami?”

Nanami does, hugging him, astonished to feel him in his arms almost like a real person. Almost. “What are you doing here?”

“Just came to visit you, that’s all.”

Nanami lets him go, studying him carefully, looking for any signs of decay. When he spots none, he asks him, “Am I dead?”

Haibara shakes his head. “Not quite. But you’re pretty damn close.”

“I am?”

“Yeah. So you better hurry and get home quick.” Haibara points towards the railings, now illuminated at one end by a blinding flash of light. “Yuji’s waiting for you.”

“Itadori? How do you know – “

Haibara then says your name with a big smile. “Yeah, I know her too. They’re all waiting for you, Nanami. You don’t want to keep them waiting any longer, do you?”

It takes a while for Nanami to get up, and when he does, he’s off balance, legs wobbly, body unsteady. Haibara helps him, offering his shoulder, the two of them walking slowly towards the light. “I really like her, you know. Your girlfriend.”

“You do?” Nanami asks, hobbling beside him. 

“Yeah. She’s really nice, really pretty, and she eats a lot, especially with you,” he chuckles. “You know how much I like that.”

“Yeah I do.”

“And I’m a good judge of character, so I think she’s perfect for you. If that means anything,” he says, proudly.

“It does. It means a lot.” They’re near the edge of the platform now and Nanami will have to hop down to reach the end of the tunnel. 

“Are you going to marry her soon?” Haibara asks, pausing just before the edge. 

Nanami nods, grinning. “I’m planning to propose during our vacation in Malaysia.” 

“Good. Good.”

He’s tempted to stay longer, wanting a few more moments with his friend, but he knows that time is ticking. He hugs him again, squeezing him tight. “Take care, Haibara.”

“You too, Nanami. I’ll be looking out for you.”

His chest constricts, jumping off the platform, landing roughly on the railings, blinking away the tears in his eyes. It’s sweltering now, the light emitting an intense heat from within. He gives Haibara one last glance, cherishing the happy expression on his face as he waves goodbye to him before walking into the light.

Seconds later, Nanami wakes up with a gasp of breath, vision blurred, a droning pounding beating against his ear drums. It soon fades and only Yuji’s panicked voice yelling from behind him is heard. He’s being dragged by the armpits, away from the battle. Smoke radiates from his entire form, and he can barely move. In fact, he can barely feel anything at all. 

They reach the medical tent, Itadori yelling for help the whole way. Yaga is the first to reach them, his usual calm demeanor wavering at the sight of Nanami, body half-burned from the explosion. They carrying him delicately inside, resting him on the only empty cot left. He wants to close his eyes; he’s so exhausted, and sleep is the only thing to bring him peace right now. That, or you. 

As if his prayers were heard, you appear at his side, truly a vision, even while you sob for him, holding his mangled hand in yours, begging for him to stay with you. He can die happy now, seeing your face, knowing that you’re here, alive, heart beating, surviving. Can he do the same? Can he survive this? All he knows is that he’s trying with every fiber he has left in his being. He won’t leave you, not like this. Not without experiencing life on the outside with you. 

It’s in this moment that he vows to endure. Even if he has to crawl out of his grave to do it, he’s determined to be with you again. 

~~~ 

November 1st. Maybe in another timeline, another reality, Nanami is gone. Not in this one, though. Instead, you sit beside him, healed and in one piece thanks to Shoko, fingers laced with his, careful not to squeeze too tightly. Yuji and Ino are at his other side, talking animatedly about how amazing Nanami was the entire fight, and all he can do is lay there, smiling. Happy to be alive. Happy to be with you. 

[fictionthorn]

SFW Alphabet: Monkey D. Luffy

CW/TW: - None Word count: - 1.0k

Activities - What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

Honestly Luffy likes doing everything with you. But if he had to pick something he'd probably pick fishing. Even if you don’t like fishing, he likes when you hang out and talk with him while he fishes.

Boo! - How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

Luffy loves being surprised by you and surprising you. Everyday with him usually has at least one surprise.

Comfort - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or do they try to handle it themselves?

He will crack jokes, make silly faces, anything he can think of to get you to smile.

If he’s the one upset you are the first person he comes to. He knows whatever he is going through you will be there to help him through it.

Dance - Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

He loves to dance with you even though he’s not very good at it. But it doesn’t matter. Dancing with him is always a fun time.

Excitement - How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

When Luffy gets excited he can come off as a bit immature, but that’s just how he is. He doesn’t like to take things too seriously if he doesn’t have to.

Everything about the pirate life excites him.

Future - What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

For a long time Luffy’s only plan for the future is to be king of the pirates and that hasn’t changed since he met you. Now he just imagines himself as king with you at his side.

Gifts - What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

Luffy likes to give you things that remind him of you which can translate to some very random presents.

He gave you a cool looking rock he found once. When you asked him how a rock reminded him of you he said it was because you’re the one that keeps him grounded. You now keep that rock in your pocket.

Hold - How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

When he cuddles with you the man is like a koala.

Ideal - What’s their ideal date like?

Dinner. He loves you and he loves food so it’s a win-win.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

He’s not the jealous type.

Kisses - How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

A lot of the time his kisses are quick but that’s only because he’s a fast paced person.

He’s also a fan of forehead kisses. Both giving and receiving.

Love - How do they show you that they love you?

He shows his love for you by telling you how much he appreciates you. He couldn’t imagine being on this journey without you.

Melt - What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

The way you care for him and the whole crew. He can’t get enough of your kind heart.

Nicknames - What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

His nickname for you is honestly probably just some shortened version of your name.

He likes when you call him babe.

Obvious - How obvious do they make it that they like you?

He makes it pretty obvious. He doesn’t see a reason to hide it.

Pets - Do they have pets? Do they want them?

If Luffy had pets he'd probably have insects. Probably some kind of Stag Beetles.

Quiet - How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

Calm, quiet moments with the Straw Hat crew are few and far between. However, when they do happen, it’s usually when you and Luffy are sitting on the head of the Sunny watching the sunset.

Romance - How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Similar to Ace, Luffy tries his best. He gets a lot of romantic advice from a mix of Nami, Robin, and Sanji.

Safe - What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

The fact that you always stand by him. Luffy is known for jumping head first into everything and it means the world to him that you’re always right there beside him.

Tend - How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

The minute Luffy realizes you are hurt or sick he will go get Chopper. He’ll also make sure you get plenty of rest so you don’t get worse.

It’s not uncommon for Luffy to get hurt with the amount of fights the Straw Hats find themselves in. Usually he’ll just sleep it off and be good to go.

If he is sick he will complain about how much he hates it since he rarely gets sick. He will also want lots of extra cuddles from you.

Unique - What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

The way he can always seem to find the good in people. It’s an unusual trait in the pirate world but that’s something that makes Luffy special.

Variety - Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

He is always up for trying new things.

Wash - What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

You have spoiled him in the sense that he will only take a bath with you now. He enjoys your company and it gives the two of you a chance to talk about your day.

XO - How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

Luffy doesn’t mind PDA. Again he doesn’t see a reason to hide his affection for you.

Yearn - What do they do when they miss you?

He has been known to pout around the deck when he misses you.

Zzz - How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

You can tell when he’s getting sleepy because he’ll start to get clingy. Mostly because he likes going to bed with you.

When it comes to sharing a bed with him, again, the man is like a koala. Don’t be surprised if his arms end up wrapped around you a couple times.

[vaspider]

I’m an aroace proshipper. I have trauma relating to kink, specifically bdsm. (Abusive ex partner who pretended it was kink, yadda yadda)

I feel weird when tagging #tw kink because I know to a great part of the queer community and historically it is a significant part of our culture. I don’t shame kink, I am full well aware kink relationships are often the most healthy. I know especially power-dynamic kinks can be a relief and make relationships more healthy.

I am fully aware the principles of safe, sane, consensual should be widely taught and are quite essential as well as the open communication kink necessitates. Which is just one more reason kink relationships are more healthy and honest than your average vanilla relationship.

None of this changes that I personally have trauma-association and may get triggered if I’m concerning myself too much with kink-heavy (specifically power-exchange) subjects.

I also run an education/ activism blog focused on aro/ ace/ apl/ tertiary attraction which I keep mostly seperate from my proship-views but even there I feel guilty for tagging content warnings relating to kink.

I suppose I just want you to tell me it’s alright I keep tagging #tw kink if I reblog memes.

Look.

Some of my triggers are perfectly mundane things. I've asked for people to trigger tag certain bands for me in the past.

You can trigger tag anything, and it's not wrong or a judgment for you to do so. I'm not saying that, like, the Beastie Boys are terrible because hearing them reminds me of one of the worst nights of my life. I'm just saying that... I would like to be able to make the choice on whether or not to engage that content (or would have, back when it was really triggering for me. That night was 20 years ago, and I'm mostly over it now).

You're not a bad person for tagging something, but if it makes you uncomfortable because you feel like it's conveying some sort of judgment call on your part, perhaps you could tag it 'content warning' or 'content notification' instead? Would tagging it 'cw kink' or 'cn kink' make you feel better, and less judgmental? If so, that's a perfectly cromulent alternative. A content warning or content notification could be as simple as 'hey, you might not want to open this on the subway, or if your kids can read it,' and that might remove some of the emotional freight that 'trigger warning' seems to be carrying for you.

[evita-shelby]

Only in dreams

Super angsty, no happy ending

I have done the impossible, i have killed Eva!!!

Robert Fischer x Eva Smith , au ending for Love's a state of mind

Cw: death, dreaming, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, grief

"I don't know who I am anymore." His voice was barely audible.

Robert’s long forgotten the difference between reality and this dream he cannot wake from.

He threw his wallet somewhere in the dream before this one and never found it again. He hadn’t wished to; everything here was perfect. Or at least it had been before that hollowness began to consume him.

“That’s okay. Let’s find you together.” Eva ---who morphs between the woman who grew old and lived to raise their kids with him and the femme fatale who seduced him that night--- takes his hand and leads him out the safe he once encountered in a dream.

Robert Fischer moves in reverse, his fantasies in this plane of consciousness he built himself playing before his eyes.

His advanced age melts into middle age as he leaves the idyllic home in which he lived his twilight years and goes into the house he saw himself raising his children into adulthood and before he knows it, Robert is as young as he had been when he became addicted to this dream.

None of it is real, not the little boy playing in the garden, nor the proud grandmother holding her namesake nor the woman pulling him away from the illusion he so badly wanted in his reality.

In truth, Eva had died one rainy morning when a drunk driver hit the cab she and Uncle Peter were on. When Cobal realized their money on Don Cobb had been wasted because Maurice Fischer always has an ace up his leave, they knew the only way to truly dissolve his corporation was by killing Eva and Uncle Peter.

The same year he lost his father and was subjected to an inception against his will, he had lost his wife and child.

“You’re not her.” the CEO of Fischer Morrow looks at the woman who is now wearing clothes Eva would never be caught wearing as they stop on the sidewalk of heavy traffic meant to kill them and send them back into the other two dreams.

“I know, I’m sorry. Eva never deserved to die like that.” The mirage says now with a voice he’s only heard once as it pushes him onto the street.

Eames, the Chameleon who impersonated Uncle Peter to force him into undoing his father’s empire for personal gain. Yes, it was him, it had to be him. Eames was the only person alive who could ever replicate Eva.

He had remained an odd fixture in their life after Eva cornered him at the airport that day. A friend of hers from her time abroad who she’d kill for Robert if need be.

Figures he’d be the one who’d be called to wake him up from Rob’s attempted suicide.

“Why don’t you just let me stay here?” Robert asks conjuring the woman who now only lives in his dreams.

“Eva wouldn’t want me to, Fischer.” Eames regains his true form forcing Robert’s trained subconscious to kill them both even in this fourth layer of his mind.

From then on its easier to wake up, his trained subconscious acts on instinct and wastes no time in killing them a thousand times over. Once again, Robert wakes up in a reality he doesn’t want to live.

Rob isn’t in his bed in his apartment that still looks as if his dead wife will return home any minute. Perhaps it was better he wasn’t, too many memories to the point Robert decided the best way to go was dreaming of the life they wanted together.

“How did you know it was me?” Eames asks knowing Robert’s never caught on to his tricks during their first dream share.

“Eva never wore pink.”

[gh-0st-y]

ive got like. two things in drafts that i need to finish but i heard a song and now ive got to write a fic

— Marry You

summary : when you and ace are messing around, ace shocks you with his sudden declaration of love

cw : none!! just fluff - gn!reader

authors note : bruno mars' songs got me doin a jig

lying on your back in ramshackle dorm, you and ace were laughing your asses off tears in your eyes from how hard you were laughing.

you rubbed your eyes, giggling, "then- then what did you say?" you asked between laughs.

"you really wanna know?" ace chuckled and you nodded frantically. for context, ace had showed up at ramshackle with riddles infamous collar, asking if he could stay over. now, he was explaining exactly why he was collared.

"i said- skill issue. to riddles traffic light face. actually, i think his face beats the brightness of a traffic light," ace said and you wheezed, holding youre stomach in pain.

"so- so thats why youre here now?!" you laughed and ace nodded with laughter. you threw your head back.

ace stared at you laughing, his own laughter slowly going down as he admired you. your smile, how your face was tinted red from continuous laughing, the wrinkles around your eyes.

when you finally calmed down, you wiped your eyes, silence fallen over you both. it was a comfortable silence, not the awkward silence where youve ran out of things to say, but the silence where you feel safe, loved.

finally, ace spoke quietly, "..[name]?"

"yeah?" you replied, staring up at the cieling. in the corner of your eye, you could see ace doing the same.

"marry me."

you shot up, your eyes blown wide as you bore holes into his face, "you what."

he looked over at you, sitting up as well, "marry me?" he said, his voice rising near the end in an almost questioning way.

you hoped you were mishearing, "r..repeat one more time..?" you spoke only just above a whisper.

ace spoke at the same tone as you, "i said that i want.." staring off in front of him, he took a breath, "i want you to marry me."

your face flushed red, "ace, i- i cant, we cant- we're only sixteen, we- we're still in school, itd be stupid to marry you now-"

"then after school." he spoke softly, gazing down at the ground, drawing shapes on his trousers, "after school is over and done with and we can focus more on our lives, i want to marry you." he stopped his actions for a moment. the silence fell over you both again.

with a groan, he stood up, "nevermind, it- yeah, no it doesnt matter- im gonna go pee."

"wait, ace! wait-" you scrambled to your feet, grabbing his wrist and turning him to face you, "listen, please i- it sounds too soon for me but- id love to..have a future with you." you could feel your face heating up.

ace stared you down, "..really?"

"..yeah."

"say it again."

"i want to have a future with you."

"again."

"ace dont make me do that." you glared and he pouted

"you did it to me!" "cause you were talking quietly!" "you were as well!" "shut up ace!"

he laughed, looking you in the eyes, "but really? do you mean it?"

"yes ace i..i love you." you said with a sigh. he grinned, hugging you tightly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something along the lines of, 'great seven, finally.'

authors note : SCREAMING AAAA IM IN LOVE WITH MY OWN FANFIC YOO 😭😭

[envies-writing-corner]

hii would like tender relationship headcanons for heartslabyul with a giggly and sociable mc with golden curls, yeah mc look something like goldilocks from the farytale /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ♡⸝⸝ that's all <3 thanks yuu and have a good day ^^ *hug*

Making it Just Right

Genre: Fluff

Contains: Heartslabyul boys

CW: none

Word Count: 602 (without A/N)

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Riddle Rosehearts:

-Riddle would greatly enjoy spending time with a goldilocks MC, at first he'd be drawn to the need of perfection, watching as you'd run around trying to make things 'just right' as you'd say.

-Dating Riddle would be filled with events such as unbirthdays and attending his equestrian club meets, he'd definitely love having you around the dorm as his significant other but doesn't like how little rules you follow do to your goldilocks nature.

-Seeing you interact with others is always a joy as well, specifically with his dormmates, trying to help out and gossip as much as you can, always seeming to have made a new friend every time you visit.

-Yep, this relationship is just right.

Cater Diamond:

-Dating Cater is a match made in heaven with your bubbly personality and his influencer type status on magicam. You'd always have the most perfect couple pictures posted, whether it's small snippets of your dates or just you two laying about enjoying each others company.

-Cater would love spending all the time he can with you, always relying on your key eye of perfection when it comes to camera angles and lighting for new pictures.

-Just as sociable as you, so I can assure you, you'd be great friends with the light music club, the four of you sitting around the room after a practice gossiping about latest trends and school news.

-This relationship isn't too low or too high, it's perfect.

Ace Trappola:

-Oh where to start...

-The fact that you, a goldilocks personality, can even put up with the ever chaotic soul and spirit that is Ace is a blessing in it of itself. You're Riddle's favorite of all of Heartslabyul's significant others, obviously not counting his own.

-Whenever you're around, Ace clearly tries to impress you, which results in him losing his head. Though you're influence is definitely starting to rub off on our chaotic neutral boy here. With you adding an input in most situations, public or private, Ace starts to actually think through what he does or plans on doing.

-Despite constantly wanting to impress, he doesn't want to see you hurt because of his antics, most of what he does is only done if it means you're safe and ok.

-His love for you is beyond just right, and it makes your heart flutter every time.

Deuce Spade:

-Basically Ace 2.0 but with more braincells. This means he has two more braincells. Because Deuce follows in almost everything Ace does, it results in you sometimes getting stuck in the middle. Even if Deuce tries to keep you away, because of your sociable personality, it causes slight airheaded traits and moments.

-With the want to keep you safe and to be a son that his mother could be proud of, Deuce will do his best to make you happy, sometimes at the risk of facing Riddle's wrath.

-You want to come to an unbirthday with him? He's unknowingly annoying the dormhead for permission. You want him to sleepover and spend the whole night cuddling? He's sneaking out of the dorm to keep you warm in the bitter ramshackle hovel.

-Spending time in public with you is amusing, seeing you chattering about with almost every student is adorable, he loves seeing your eyes glittering and the bounce in your stance as you ramble. He does get jealous if your attention is on another for a while but can you blame him? You're just too cute when happy.

-While under his protection and in his loving arms, you'll be just right in this new world.

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Authors Note: Thank you for the request! As stated previously I won't be writing for specific characters due to not knowing enough about them, one of these characters is Trey Clover, I apologize if you were looking forward to his but I currently don't have too much knowledge about him.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I’m having a thought! So we all want to see Antoni smut cause we’re thirsty, but of course respectfully understand that he is Ace. But Artyom ….👀 OR Antoni remembers those things…. Endless possibilities there Ash

CW: At first NSFW for like... Four paragraphs, some initial consensual spice, more or less whumper POV in a way, death threats/murder, creepy whumper

Antoni allows no direct smut, Anon. This is as close as he will let me get.

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Sweat trickles down the back of Artyom's neck, and his breath is hot and damp against hers. Her little cries are right against his ear, high-pitched. Her fingernails drag down his back, a little further with each rock of his hips.

He couldn't begin to describe how this feels. Hot, tight, wet - all the usual words come to mind but none of them are good enough.

Carly Riggs digs her nails so deep into his back he's sure he'll find blood later, whispering oh god oh god oh god as she comes. The way she goes tighter than ever around him, the prickle of pain near his shoulder blades, even just the way her voice sounds all overwhelms him and he follows her, eyes tightly closed as pleasure takes him.

The leather of her car's backseat sticks to his arms, his head nearly knocking into the door, but finally they slow and then stop, both of them breathing hard.

"Eto bylo khorosho," He groans. "Tak khorosho, tak korosho..."

Carly reaches one hand up to wipe the back of her hand across her forehead, smiling at him. It's a dopey expression, sweet and sated. He likes that look on her. "What?"

"Sorry. I mean... Very good. It was good." His accent is rougher just after sex, voice slightly breathless and rasping. He pulls back reluctantly, dropping a hand to dig around for his boxers and jeans. "We should do again sometime, see if I can be even better."

"Better than tonight?" Carly laughs, pushing herself up to seated, wriggle her jeans back up over her hips. "I might die."

"Only in little ways." He winks at her before pulling his shirt back on. "This is the idea, right?"

"Oh my god. Artyom, you are the weirdest." She's still grinning as he offers her a hand to scoot along the seat and finally stand. The breeze outside the car cools and dries the sweat on them both. Her hair is a rat's nest of tangles in the back, and they're both flushed and have a sheen of sweat. Not entirely subtle. "Are you sure you don't want to come to the party with me?"

"I am sure." He smiles, leaning back against the side of her car. She eases the door shut and follows suit, their elbows nearly touching. She yanks her tank top back down.

"Whenever somebody gets you to agree to a date, I bet you'll be an amazing boyfriend," Carly says, teasing and not-teasing.

"Maybe." He has no intention of dating anyone. Ever. But he doesn't say that to her. "Be safe at the party, eh?"

"Of course." She leans over to bump affectionately against him, as close as he allows to a goodnight kiss. "I'll see you at work on Tuesday, right? We both open that day."

"Da. You will see me then. Now I need to go inside. Keep off your lights until you are gone from my neighborhood, please."

"Just tell your mom to fuck off." Carly sighs, finger-combing her hair as best she can. "You're a fucking adult. Do what you want."

"Mmmn. Easier to say than to do."

It isn't his mother he is worried about getting a good look at Carly Riggs.

But he just gives her a hug, her perfume and the scent of them together a heady mix in the air, and opens her front door for her to settle inside and drive away, easing slowly down the road to make as little noise as she can.

His key in the lock makes only the slightest sound, and he oiled the hinges so the door never so much as squeaks. The house is dark and silent, the TV for once is off. He moves with perfect knowledge of every obstacle between him and his bedroom - avoiding the box of clothes for donating that has been sitting for three months now, his mother's little dog's pile of toys, even a kitchen chair out of place.

The vodka in the freezer pours easily into a shot glass, and he knocks it back to feel it freeze and burn, tasteless, down his throat.

Two more shots and the warmth spreads further than the cold, so he adds a little water to cover what he stole and puts it back, turning the bottle so the label is exactly the way it was when he came in..

He has long experience at this. His father will never know, never guess. The better for his health if his vodka turns more and more to simple water, anyway.

He showers, washing Carly off him as well as the smells of his job. When he checks the mirror after drying off and pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants, he sees - yes, scratches, with bright red spots where blood welled up, from just below his shoulder blades down nearly to his waist.

He smirks at the sight, but then realizes the bathroom door is open. His smile fades as his eyes raise.

Reflected in the mirror, Misha stares at him, expression somehow both empty and avid.

"... The bathroom is taken," He says, after a breath. His younger brother, head tipped against the doorframe and mop of hair falling over his eyes, smiles. It's thin, and it doesn't reach his eyes.

None of Misha's expressions ever reach his eyes.

"Got mauled by a tiger at work tonight?" Misha's voice is light. He makes a little claw gesture with one hand, fingers bent. "Rrrrow."

"Misha-"

"Which girl was it? The cute brown-haired one?"

Artyom turns away. "None of your business. Go back to bed." He wets a toothbrush and gets toothpaste, hoping to stave off the conversation long enough for Misha to lose interest.

At first, he thinks he might have succeeded. Misha disappears from the doorway, and Artyom makes his way to his bedroom in the dark. His father's snores are deafening, down the hall. His mother will be sleeping in the guest room, and even if she snores, too, it would be impossible to hear it over his father.

He pads barefoot over the hardwood floor until he heads into his room, letting the door close behind him and collapsing onto his twin-sized bed with his feet hanging off the end. He can hear Misha's television in his room going through their shared wall, low murmuring voices.

There's a beat of silence. Artyom takes a deep breath, holds it for a beat, slowly exhales. Outside, the breeze shivers the leaves into a soft rustle. His clock reads past midnight, but if both his parents are asleep already, they won't know to bother him about it.

Not that anyone ever minds when Misha misses curfew, but if Tyoma is late, oh, let hell rain down...

He groans and rolls onto his side, pulling the covers up. He can feel bitter tomorrow. Besides

"The blonde, then?"

Artyom shoots upright with his heart in his throat, eyes briefly wide. "Chto za khren', Misha!"

His brother is a shadow in the corner, leaning against the wall with his hands in his jeans pockets, shoulders hunched.

Smiling.

In the dark, he has only even deeper shadows for eyes.

"Tell me which girl it was, Tyoma."

"I... Why?" His heart pounds, and he scoots until his back hits the wall, watching as Misha pushes lazily away from the wall and takes the two or three strides he needs to drop into the computer chair Artyom keeps next to his desk. No computer, but maybe one day. If he can save up.

"Because I want to know, dumbass." Misha laughs, leaning over. There has always been something strange about his laugh. "I want to know who's out there stealing my brother's heart."

"No one is." It's an honest answer. "Not sure I even have one to steal, Mishka." Less honest. But his voice is still too airy, and he can tell Misha enjoys the idea that he has frightened him. "It's just... friends with benefits. Da?"

"Is it?" Misha scoots the chair closer, clicking over the boards on the floor. Artyom feels strangely trapped, even though he could push Misha back and run. But he doesn't. His brother won't hurt him.

Not yet.

"It is." He drops his voice even further. "I promise, Mishka. There is no one outside the family. No one."

"No one but me." Misha is inches from him, his knees touching the side of Artyom's bed. Now light from outside, dimly white, glimmers over his dark eyes. "Right? Right, Tyoma? Family first."

"Right." Tyoma meets his gaze. Misha's eyes are like dead things, empty marbles in a moving face. "Family first. No one is more important than family."

"Right. And I'm your family. Me. So you can't run off to screw people if it means not taking care of me, right? If you get some girlfriend-"

"I don't even want one." Artyom cuts him off. Misha leans even closer, somehow. And there's a glint, a sheen of moonlight off metal. His little brother is holding a knife. "Carly and I are just friends who, who fool around sometimes."

"Carly, then." Misha's smile widens, like a skull's rictus grin. "The blonde. I figured."

Artyom winces, internally. But all he does is swallow the lump in his throat and nod. "Da, Mishka. She has a boyfriend at college. This is just for fun."

"Khoroshiy, Tyoma."

The silence draws out, and then Misha moves in almost a lunge forward and upright. Artyom flinches back, but Misha only ruffles his hair, giggling like he used to do when they were kids and he would push other children down the slide before they were ready.

"Relax. You are my family, too, Tyoma." He pats the side of Artyom's face. The knife in his other hand disappears back into a pocket, closed up into harmlessness again. "Family first."

"Family first," Artyom whispers.

Misha turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

Artyom doesn't fall asleep until it's nearly dawn.

A week later, Misha calls him for help, and he spends the night digging a grave in the woods, just deep enough to cover two bodies with pine needles and fallen leaves without it being obvious. It takes hours, and his arms burn, muscles screaming for him to stop. He ignores the pain.

Misha helps, which he doesn't usually do. He digs, too, his eyes locked on Artyom's face. The dead bodies mean nothing, now. They've served their purpose.

"They're both pretty," Misha says idly. "Good luck I found them, huh?"

Artyom grunts.

"Hey. Tyoma." Misha snaps his fingers and Artyom looks up. Misha is only a couple feet away. He has the same look on his face as he had in Artyom's room the other night.

"Don't see her again outside of work, Tyoma. Don't. You don't need friends. You have me."

"... Mishka-"

"Don't 'Mishka' me. I said don't hang out with Carly Riggs anymore unless I'm with you. Okay?"

"... Yeah."

"Say you won't. Say it out loud. I can finish this myself, you know."

Artyom thinks of the knife Misha keeps, one he never uses on anyone else. He knows that knife is for him.

Artyom's heart pounds all over again, exertion and a dim terror beneath. "... I will not hang out with Carly without you."

"Good. Let's finish this up."

He goes back to digging, and Artyom follows suit, trying not to look too hard at the bodies.

A couple Misha saw in a bar and wanted to destroy. So he did. And now Artyom buries them for him, as always. Because his mother's heart would shatter if her youngest son was caught doing such evil things.

Because he knows what he must do to protect the brother who has been the center of his life since his birth. The brother who will one day, he thinks, be the center of his death, too.

He feels Misha's eyes on him like a brand as he dumps shovels of dirt over the open dark, slightly feline eyes and messy dark hair of the man. The tangled blonde hair and bright blue eyes of the woman. She has a t-shirt on from the restaurant where Artyom's been working.

It isn't a coincidence. It's a message, and Artyom understands.

Family first.

Or else.

[rulersofthetriassic]

Into Post!

Hi! My name is Max Taylor (14 this year! March 16th!)! I am-... uh was an up and coming Dinosaur King! Trying to protect the Dino Cards from the Alpha Gang!

I don't know if they're here or not but! Better safe than sorry!

I have my buddy Chomp with me! And uh, I have some pokeballs... I don't really know what to do with them to be honest ^^;

Oh yeah- He/Him!

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Hey. My name is Rex Owen, He/They, 15 on November 10th. I am following the idiot above me around just to make sure he doesn't go and get himself killed, but doing that made me end up in this mess...

He also doesn't really understand what Pokemon are, I tried explaining it to him but it won't get though his thick skull, I swear he's like a Pachycephalosaurus... I know what Pokemon are, none of them past gen 2 however, so... bear with me.

I have my Carnotaurus Ace, and uh... this Pikachu looking thing, Mimikyu? I call it Rag.

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Hiiiii! My name is Zoe Drake! She/Her! I'll be 15 in April on the 2nd! I like using the pink color in text so I hope people don't mind that <3

I kinda have an idea of what Pokemon are! But I only played Kalos and not that far either =< so please be patient with me!

I have my little cutey baby Paris! And this Applin that was following me around! I think I might name him Pie based off the evolution I saw ^^

That's all really! Hope we can make some friends here!! =D

//Ooc info under the cut

//Ooc. This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by She/her and He/Him. All art I use is my own! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion ... Here's some of my other accounts as well!

//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.

//Magic anons are on! But I'm picky, and these are KIDS, so don't be weird.

//Shipping will be self contained, I have plains.

//I am very open to crossover stuff!

//Pokemon in this universe have human levels of sentience.

//Real life animals exist along side Pokemon in this universe.

//What the tags mean! Max Taylor Typing!: On the tin, Max is typing/writing a post Rex Owen Reads: A Rex post Zoe Drake Dreams~: A Zoe Post Chomp/Ace/Paris Nonsense: One of the dinos posting because I think it's funny We're The Dinosaur Kings!: Closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something. //Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking. //Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references. //Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished.

[thatiranianphantom]

it's love that brought you here

(cw: blood during pregnancy. she's fine I swear)

Lucy Sable was 17. She was seventeen, with the entire town against her, fighting with her best friend, her mother knowing nothing. 

Just a child, and yet she had coped, until she couldn’t anymore. 

Sometimes, Nancy rubs Lucy’s charm on her necklace, twisting it between her fingers, pressing her fingers to the cool metal and she swears she can feel Lucy around her. It’s as if she can feel her mother’s arms around her, pressing into her, enveloping her in love just like that first day, and maybe it’s stupid, but she hopes in those moments that her mother can feel her sending that love back. 

She was seventeen, alone, exiled and pregnant.

Nancy is twenty-two, married to her person, surrounded by love, and pregnant. 

She didn’t know, but then also, on some level, she did.

She wonders if Lucy did too. 

Nancy Drew has lived in a horror movie for the last few years. Lest that sound like something awful and terrifying, it wasn’t. Or at least, not on the whole. Less near-death experiences would have been preferable, but after awhile it just became….life. And life wasn’t bad. In fact, on a lot of occasions life was pretty damn great. And the supernatural stuff, it just became normal as well, after awhile. Life-altering terror was reserved for very rare occasions. 

But this? This felt like the wraith, the aglaeca and Temperance levels of fear all rolled into once. Nancy can’t remember ever feeling so goddamn petrified. It was in every move, every step, every exhale. 

Those two pink lines haunted her more than the ghost of her dead mother ever did. 

It feels like something that shouldn’t be happening to her. When she thought of someone who should be a mother, Kate Drew came to mind. Her adoptive mother was warm, gentle, loving and wise.

Nancy Drew doesn’t feel like she’s any of those things. 

Ace is those things. 

And he is wonderful. It’s as if he was meant to be a father all along. He’s so excited, it practically bubbles out of him. He smiles the biggest smile she’s ever seen when the baby kicks. He’s so giddy that sometimes Nancy presses herself into him and hopes for some of that excitement to absorb into her. 

It’s not that she doesn’t want this, per se. It’s just that the idea of being responsible for a whole human life, keeping it safe, teaching it, protecting it, loving it steals her breath away. A whole human, and one that is half Ace. Letting down a child like that would be…it would be something she could never recover from.

So maybe on some level, she wishes it wasn’t happening. 

And that’s what she feels, until one day she touches her leg and it comes back flecked in red. 

And Nancy Drew was well known for her mind, but it seemed to be moving in slow motion. She knows what that could mean and yet she doesn’t. Somehow, her mind doesn’t bend around this.

A silent Nancy must tip off George, because she looks back at her friend, then at her fingers, and down at her lap, and Nancy has never seen George Fan move quite so fast. Thirty seconds later, she’s in the car on the way to the hospital, and George is frantically reassuring her that everything is fine, everything is normal, don’t you dare freak out Drew, no tears in the car, I’ll call Ace, it’s all going to be fine…

Nancy hears all of it and none of it. Her fingers slide over her middle, just barely extending, presses her fingers in, closes her eyes and it’s a flash.

It’s a flash of a life she hasn’t yet lived. A little girl, one with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, giggling. A warm, tiny bundle asleep in her arms. A preteen, collapsing into her after school in a puddle of tears. She and Ace, both swinging one arm, while water splashes up from the puddles jumped in by the little being holding both their hands. 

She doesn’t even realize the tears are out until a tissue is roughly shoved into her hand and George’s gruff voice says “I said no crying, Drew!” 

It’s the little things that she looks back on that tell her how scared she was. The breathless way she tumbles into the hospital. White knuckles gripping the side of the gurney. Soft, muttered words she can barely recall, whispered downwards. Stay. How tightly she grips Ace’s hand when they pull up her shirt for the ultrasound. And then the definite, unchecked tears when a tiny heartbeat sounds out like a song, an exhalation of every emotion all at once. 

That night, Ace’s arm wraps around her like usual, but Nancy’s fingers creep up her belly, pass over the slight roundness, and for the first time, she smiles. 

Not for the first time, she wonders if Lucy felt this too, this massive, all-consuming love, this indescribable emotion she feels right now. She hopes her mother did, for her, just like she does for her Lucy Kate, now and forever. 

[yuusishi]

Could I request Idia, Ace, and Leona being called handsome and fairer than Vil and Neige, please?

Bonus if Vil is in denial over it

. . . FAIREST IS...ME?

pairings : Idia Shroud , Ace Trappola , Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader (sep.)

genre : fluff

cws/tws : none

a/n : teehee I haven't worked on reqs in a bit

Idia Shroud !!

Oh boy, if denial could be a person it would be Idia Shroud.

Please, he'd keep denying it no matter how many times you've said it.

You could compliment his gaming skills and he won't hesitate in saying how great it is, but when it's his looks? Suddenly all that confidence is down the drain.

"Y-You must be joking, [Name]. No way I'm fairer than the Vil Schoenheit...and Neige LeBlanche no less!"

Whether or not you'd give up trying is up to you.

But! Don't worry, once you've left the dorm Idia would be giggling and kicking his feet thinking back that you called HIM fairer that Vil and Neige.

"Whee hee hee [Name] said I'm fairer than Vil Schoenheit and Neige LeBlanche, course I am! Wait..."

He'd go back to his self-deprecating nature once he catches himself saying that to himself, but that won't stop him squealing like a school girl about it into his pillow.

Ace Trappola !!

Ace isn't the self-depracating type like Idia nor is he the sly tease like Leona, he's the middle ground.

He'd probably go "Hah? What's this about? If you're trying to butter me up to get me to pay for your lunch later forget about it".

He'd smile a little to himself after even if he doesn't know if you really meant it or said it as a joke (this is a lie he knows you mean it he just doesn't wanna admit it).

The next time he encounters Vil I feel like he'd want to rub it in his face that you called him fairer that Pomefiore's housewarden himself, but he knows better than to pick a fight with a housewarden.

He'd definitely brag about it to the first years tho (without you there).

"Did you guys know [Name] said I was fairer that Vil-senpai earlier?" "Ace, this is the 3rd time you've talked about it please shut it".

Epel considers telling it to Vil just to spite Ace for the annoying amount of times he said it that day, but decides against it because snitches suck.

Leona Kingscholar !!

"Hm? You really think I'm fairer than that Vil of all people?".

He'd tease you about it, but you know that he's wearing it like a badge of honor.

After housewarden meetings, if Vil and Leona start bickering a little bit, Leona will definitely pull out the "Says the one that my herbivore said I was fairer than".

"You or that LeBlanche kid from RSA are the fairest? Not according to my herbivore you're not"

He'd eat it up whatever compliment you give him, but act all nonchalant about it (especially if it's about him being better than the other housewardens).

He's not the giggly type after you've left, but it definitely keeps him from sleeping the day away like usual, mumbling to himself about how stupid he was for getting all giddy inside over a single compliment.

Small bonus: Vil Schoenheit !!

"Those three? Fairer than me or Neige? My, has your vision become worse, dear potato? It's not safe to waltz around campus when you clearly cannot see properly"

[rinzsu]

cw. itoshi sae, fluff to light angst, gender neutral wherein you reminisce in your memories of your first love

it’s the summer you turned seventeen when you met him, itoshi sae, for the very first time.

he’s boisterous back then, rough around the edges with a sharp tongue to match his colorful vocabulary.

he’s blunt, honest and sometimes (most of the time) very brutal with his criticism and choice of words. but none the less, he’s quite pleasant to be around.

it’s the summer you turned seventeen when you learned that there are people who dislike the salty aftertaste of french fries, and oddly enough, to both your humor and horror, itoshi sae is one of them.

he says it’s the crunch, along with the oversalted carryover that accompanies the fried dish, which, in your opinion, is by far the best trade these potato slices could have.

to prove your point, you ordered a small portion of french fries every time you stopped by the small diner near the coast all summer long, much to sae’s dismay, as he watched you happily munch on your fried treat.

it’s the summer you turned seventeen when you learned to wholeheartedly appreciate the fresh breeze of kamakura, replacing the artificial gusts of your ac with the cool ocean winds of the coast.

it’s sae’s fault that you still open your windows first thing in the morning, watching mount fuji and the sea as the first rays of sunlight bleed into the sky, as you take in the early morning onshore breeze.

and even now, the maritime looks just as beautiful as back then, a playful back and forth between the waves as they reflect the golden specks of the sun.

and yet, you probably never looked at it with the same infatuation as you watched him.

it's the summer you turned seventeen when you shared a twinned popsicle for the first time, with sae no less.

it's the first time you aren't disappointed about drawing a loose, too and unlike sae, who haphazardly throws his stick into the bin outside the convenience store, you keep yours, tugging it away safely in a box stacked away between old shirts and winter jackets, [name]'s treasures scribbled on its lid in pretty cursive.

it's the same summer sae told you that he's going to leave for spain once more, right before autumn so he can enjoy the rest of kamakura's summer with you.

that night, as you lie in bed, watching the stars twinkle in the inky night sky, you come to make two revelations at once.

one, it’s sae’s fault for making you fall in love with the simplicity of life, with him.

and two, it’s yours for letting it happen in the first place, for believing that he’d stay for you, holding onto that thread of hope like it was everything you had left.

he leaves shortly after, a thousand words and unspoken truths stuck in the depths of your throat as you watch him depart from the airport, greeting him goodbye and see you soon as you embrace his warmth one last time.

it feels more like farewell than goodbye, and deep down, both of you had a feeling that it was.

and so, you're stuck with opening the window in the morning, breathing the salty morning air as you remember the remnants of sae itoshi, your very first love.

©️ rinsque — do not plagiarise nor repost anything on any other platform.

note. this is a repost from my former blog @/iohims

[romioneficfest]

Pen-Y-fan

Title: Pen-Y-Fan 

Prompt/Day: Day 7 - Free 

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Rating: G 

Brief summary: Hermione wakes Ron up crazily early to climb the side of a mountain. Whilst he grumbles at first, he soon discovers that the view is worth it. 

Any possible triggering/warning tags: None

Feeling like his lungs might explode, Ron takes a heaving breath then presses his hand to his sides in a vain attempt to alleviate the stitch in his ribs. He decides to take a break, and his feet slip in the dark grey gravel as he struggles to gain purchase on the slippery stones. After all the attempts on his life he’s survived—poisoning, Voldemort, gigantic spiders—he doesn’t want a morning walk with his girlfriend to be the thing that finally kills him off.

Up ahead, Hermione continues her climb, the light of her head torch bouncing along the path. She banned the use of magic, of course, because apparently getting Ron up early on one of their last days together wasn’t even torture. Why would she want to make his life easy?

“Hermione,” he pants, “slow down… I… water…”

She pauses, turning on her heel to stare back down the hill at Ron. The astonished look on her face causes a ball of annoyance to form in his stomach, but he pushes it away with surprising ease.

Tilting her head to the side, she gives him a small smile. “I’m sorry. I thought you were right behind me.”

Taking a last gulp of air and feeling his pulse return to whatever resembles normal when he’s around her, Ron matches her grin. “Nah. Only you’re mental enough to climb the side of a mountain this early in the morning and enjoy it. I need a break.”

“You’ll be starting Auror training next week, and you have longer legs than mine. A climb like this shouldn’t be difficult for you.”

The knot of irritation tightens. “And yet somehow it is,” Ron mutters to himself, too chicken to suffer Hermione’s wrath first thing in the morning. Clearing his throat, he speaks louder, “Even training sessions don’t start this early, love.”

Holding his hand out, he repeats his request for water. Hermione’s face softens, and she expertly picks her way back to him, shrugging off the small rucksack before pulling out a metal bottle.

“Ta!” Trying not to snatch it, he guzzles the water then ignores the scathing look she gives him as he smacks his lips together. “Much better!”

“Ready to go?” Hermione reaches out to dust a speck of dirt from his face, and he resists the urge to lean his head against her hand and drift off to sleep. “We only have a little bit longer to go, and we’re running out of time.”

Ron huffs. “What kind of barmy witch wants to climb a mountain when we could just apparate?”

“I don’t want to use magic, I told you. There could be muggles about.”

“Unlikely,” he interrupts. “They’re probably still asleep.”

“Well, how about we spend the rest of the day in bed. Will that make you move a little more quickly?”

Ron pretends to weigh his options, even though the decision is a no-brainer. He’d do anything to keep her happy and would scale a mountain every day without the promise of a day of cuddling and sex after it, though the offer helps.

Letting out a mock sigh, Ron passes the bottle back and helps her with the rucksack. “Come on then, ‘Mione. Lead the way.”

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They reach the summit just as the sun starts to peek its head over the horizon, making it a little easier to see. Switching off her headlamp, Hermione walks straight past the cairn without pausing to read the numbers on it. She reaches the edge of the peak and Ron’s stomach lurches. Just one wrong slip of the foot and she will be the one tumbling over the edge. With a happy sigh, Hermione plonks herself down on a large rock and throws her legs over the edge of the mountainside. After shrugging off her bag, she starts to dig items out of it.

“Breakfast?” She turns to Ron with a huge smile.

Ron’s tummy growls to remind him he hasn’t eaten yet. “You’re a genius, you are.”

Sitting down next to Hermione, he picks up a croissant, moaning as the buttery goodness melts into his mouth with his first large bite. Sated, he finally takes in the view.

Sure, the early morning wake-up has been grim, but now he’s taking it all in; he can see why Hermione was adamant they make it to the top in time. The sun illuminates the valley below them, painting the usually green field in purple, pinks and golds. Although there’s still a cold breeze in the air, he can tell it’s going to be a beautiful day.

He takes a deep breath, and the sickly honey scent of the bird’s-nest orchid growing below their dangling feet fills his nostrils, reminding him of the bees at The Burrow.

“Wow.” He lets all the air out of his lungs in one long exhale.

“Can you see now why I wanted to get up here so early?” She takes his hand, sending a trickle of warmth through his body.

“Yeah, I get it. Sorry for being a grump, but these are my last few days off, and you know I hate mornings.”

“Mum and Dad used to bring me up here.”

He may not have heard her if they weren’t so isolated or in a busier spot. Tearing his eyes away from the picturesque view, he turns his attention to Hermione. Despite the beautiful display the world is putting on for them, she looks sad.

“You’ll find them once you have graduated school. Kingsley promised to help.”

“I guess.” She sighs.

Shoving the food out of the way, Ron pulls Hermione closer to him. He slides his arm around her shoulder and cuddles her close to his chest, forgetting for a moment how sweaty the climb has made him.

“When I’m a fully fledged Auror, I’ll have a wealth of tools to get the job done. I know you’re a little hesitant about waiting, but it’s still not safe for us to travel too far, and your parents are well-protected where they are. Anyway, if you were in Australia right now, then you would have missed out on sharing this moment with me.”

“And you’d probably be snoring away in bed.”

“Exactly!” Ron kisses the top of her head before resting his own against her curls. “But this was completely worth it. I promise I’ll never complain about getting out of bed again.”

“You’re right. The view is completely worth it.”

As the sun burns off the morning mist, the sightline increases, giving the couple a view of South Wales, slowly moving about its business like tiny ants. He’s about to agree with her, but stealing a glance down, Ron sees that she’s not looking out at the valley anymore. Instead, Hermione is peering right up at him. His heart pounding from the morning’s exercise combined with the love he has for her, he rubs his nose against hers before pressing a gentle kiss against her lips.

Yes, this was all worthwhile.

[lightphieric]

999 Week Day 5 - You Were Wrong. Go Back.

In which Junpei SHIFTs. Possibly.

Title from the Omori OST

CWs: None apart from general dark themes present in canon

AO3

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Junpei woke up in his apartment with the spark of Ace’s golden gun flashing behind his eyes. He was unsure if the bullet had hit Snake in the stomach an hour ago or days ago. The only evidence he had that it had happened at all was that it was already the middle of finals week when Zero returned him to his apartment.

He’d only missed one test, but it was the one he’d studied hardest for and the one with the toughest professor. She wouldn’t let him reschedule, so Junpei took an incomplete and reenrolled in Microeconomics for the Spring semester. It never occurred to him to drop out.  

He signed up for a popular hookup app over winter break. He hadn’t dated anyone since his high school boyfriend told him he couldn’t handle the long-distance thing, and Junpei had told himself it was for the best that he focus on his studies. But maybe he’d just been holding a candle for Akane Kurashiki all this time and hadn’t realized it. If Kanny disappearing in his arms had been symbolic of anything, it had to be that the woman of his dreams was ephemeral and it was time to move on.

In the spring, he went to the on-campus counselor after the image of Snake slithering through his own blood (having grown a literal tail in the abyss of Junpei’s mind) played in his nightmares one too many times. The counselor asked if the man in his dream was someone he knew personally, and Junpei couldn’t honestly say yes. He was forced to find the middle ground between keeping a horrible secret and being committed, framing the Nonary Game as another wacky dream he’d had and nearly convincing himself in the process. The nightmares didn’t stop, but at least he knew he was crazy now, too.

He was reminded of the reality of the situation when Seven tracked him down a few months later. He and Lotus had been returned to Japan together, and she’d reluctantly kept an eye on him while he slowly recovered his memories. Now he was free of her, and he’d used his regained investigative skills to track down someone he thought would be a more willing ally.

Junpei refused to help him look for Zero. Their mysterious assailant’s cause had been noble, and he’d shown the three of them mercy by returning them back home. Seven had a duty as a peace officer to track down a kidnapper, he supposed. But Junpei just wanted to forget Zero existed. He’d already been on such a good track.

He ushered Seven out of his apartment and slammed the door in his face. But that night, instead of Snake’s mangled corpse, he had a dream about joining the search. He dropped out of school to do it. He watched enviously as Seven and Lotus’s venomous banter transformed into something more affectionate. He dug into the dark corners of society, traumatizing himself to the point of drinking and sleeping around, all because in this version of events, finding Zero actually meant something to him.

He woke up feeling woozy, with Zero’s final speech – his concession – ringing in his ears. He went about his morning routine, heating up a cup of ramen for breakfast and stuffing his textbooks in his backpack, but the whole process felt hollow. College life was familiar and safe, far better than his dreamed alternative. But was it where he was supposed to be? Was this really what Zero had wanted for him?

And where did he get the feeling that he should want what Zero wanted?

Junpei barely had time to ponder this before he fainted. He woke back up in the third class cabin with no memories but that one question souring the back of his throat.