#ashi x ace

[ceruleancattail]

For @ashipiko art trade (?)

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The setting sun. Hues of ember and golden stream through your windows, descending on your skin like angelic halos, gently encasing your body in a blanket of warmth.

Leaning back into a leather seat, well worn with age, loose bits of string tickle your thighs. Propping an arm up on the car’s door, you roll down the window. Sticking your head out, hair flying backwards. A lion’s majestic mane, with the wind rustling through every strand.

A boyish laugh, almost like the joyous sound of a dog barking. Scarlet eyes crinkle ever so slightly, a gleeful grin spread across his face. Reaching for the dials, he turns the radio on. A cough of static, before a familiar song flows out of those old speakers.

The music’s muffled, and it cuts off at random intervals, but it’s okay. Both of you know every single lyric to this song. Singing it loud and proud, screaming to mile after mile of empty roads.

A silly charm swings on the mirror. Plushies of hearts, connected by a string fraying at the seams. The fabric’s clumsily sewn, colour already fading with age. Yet it’s dear to you all the same. You two sewed that together, pouring all your love into these two little hearts.

Honestly, there were certainly better places to be. Some fancy, upper class establishment, where drinks are served in tall glasses and the waiters walk around in crisp black suits.

You were in a beat up old car, driving aimlessly across the island. Your boyfriend by the side, hollering out the lyrics of your favourite song, smile spreading across his face. Ever so often, his eyes will meet yours in the mirror, and his grin will stretch, pure joy radiating off him in waves.

You wouldn’t leave this car for anything in the world.

You’ll never leave him.

Your love.

The ace of your heart.

[hisui-dreamer]

😳😳 ace trappola and hibiscuses 🌺 for the bloom event……?? smth smth romance TEHEPERO 🫶 GL W YOUR ASSIGNMENTS RINNA!! EXCITED TO SEE WHATCHU GOT IN STORE

the heart's belonging

Pairing: Ace Trappola x gn!reader

Synopsis: in which ace finds you far too beautiful and can't help getting jealous when others realise that too

Tags: fluff, ace is an absolute teenager, jealously, he's also an absolute simp, basically a beach episode, slight pining

Word count: 680

Notes: thank you for requesting ashi!! you're the first too haha ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ this interpretation comes from malaysia, and i was so inspired by it the fic basically wrote itself haha! i hope you enjoy!!

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flower of choice: hibiscus

It is said that wearing a hibiscus flower carries a special significance: placing the flower behind the left ear signifies "I yearn to encounter love," while placing the flower on the right ear indicates "My heart already belongs to someone".

Ace believes it's the teenage boy's dream to see their crush in a swimsuit.

What he didn't expect, though, was the surge of protectiveness that washed over him and how much he wanted to hide you from everyone.

He had only been away for less than ten minutes, offering to grab you a bottle of water when you mentioned feeling thirsty. But in that short span, a group of guys had already approached you. The sight of a few guys talking to you makes his blood boil. He quickens his pace, feeling a pang of jealousy rising within him.

"Hey, is everything okay here?" he interjects, his voice steady but his jaw clenched with an underlying tension.

The guys glance at him, sensing his protective stance. "Yeah, just chatting," one of them replies, though they seem to pick up on Ace's annoyance.

Without missing a beat, Ace steps closer, subtly positioning himself between you and the group. "Well, it looks like the conversation's over," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The guys exchange awkward glances before nodding and backing away, clearly getting the message.

With the guys finally dispersing, Ace releases a pent-up sigh, a muttered "Tch..." slipping from his lips as he battles to quell his simmering irritation. Despite the knot tightening in his chest, he extends the bottle of water towards you, a forced smile masking his inner turmoil.

"Thanks," you respond, your eyes fixed on him with a curious intensity as you accept the drink and take a sip.

His gaze remains fixed on you, his mind swirling with thoughts of how alluring you look, now amplified by that damn red flower you plucked earlier, currently tucked behind your right ear. He finds himself entranced by the way the flower accentuates the curve of your cheek, how its vibrant petals seem to echo the flush of your lips.

But he knows that it's not the flower itself that makes you beautiful—it's you, in all your radiant splendour, that leaves him completely spellbound.

"...Aren't you bothered at all by those guys?" he asks quietly, a hint of jealousy evident in his voice.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. "No," you say thoughtfully. "They're harmless,"

"Harmless?" Ace raises an incredulous eyebrow. "Why?"

"They're not my type."

He pauses, processing your words before curiosity gets the better of him. "... What's your type then?"

You smile knowingly, your fingertips tracing the delicate petals of the hibiscus flower nestled behind your right ear as you tuck your hair in place. With a deliberate slowness, you pivot to face Ace, your eyes locking with his in a gaze so profound that it feels as though it's delving into the depths of his soul.

He finds himself completely mesmerised as the sunlight caresses your skin, casting a radiant glow that seems to highlight your every feature; the gentle breeze tousles your hair, creating a halo of golden strands that frames your face in an ethereal light; the vibrant hibiscus illuminating the clarity of your eyes under the golden rays of sunshine.

He drinks in every detail, every movement, etches itself into his memory, leaving an indelible imprint that he knows he will carry with him long after this day is over.

Your finger playfully jabs his chest, breaking him out of his trance.

"Bleh~" you taunt, your tongue poking out mischievously. "I'm not telling you!" With a teasing grin, you swiftly dart away, leaving him flustered by your evasion.

Before he can gather his thoughts, you're already in motion, leaving him trailing behind. "Wha- Hey, wait up!" he calls after you, his feet stumbling as he hastens to catch up, determined not to let you slip away.

A whirlwind of theories are swirling in his mind, but he is intent on hearing what your type is straight from your own lips.

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[ashipiko]

DANCE WITH ME YOU LI-IA-IAR ♡

OVERBLOT ASHI??? ANYBODY??? the ANGST that this baby can store!!! SHEESH!!!!!!! <3 I only have one post dedicated to her and liar dance lyric analysis (the post is kinda outdated in gen) BUT…… I also have an overblot monologue as a treat 🫶 I wanted to better explain her angst and so!!! BABAM!!! enjoy

ASHI’S MONOLOGUE:

Sometimes I wonder why I ended up here.

A place named “Twisted Wonderland”, and at a school named “Night Raven College”.

At first, I figured that I was the odd one out— Y’know, the Ramshackle prefect and everything. The magicless girl at the magical all boys school? Nuts, ain’t it?

I’m known for a lot of things. Things that are different from the others. The fact that I stand out is part of the Ashi charm, something I’m known for.

But… Over time I found myself sorta feeling in place here.

Because as much as I try to believe it, I can’t safely say that I’m better than anyone else here.

I’m a fake. I make conversation and lots of friends, but for what? A backup in case something goes wrong? A sense of protection for my reputation? In what case are any of those friendships something I truly want? In what case are any of these strings more than just a tool instead of a thread made of my real feelings?

Behind this, I’m no different from any other student here. Even through my individuality, my cheerfulness, my endearing oddness… I’m still a horrible person. Using people to get what I want, toying with people and their feelings in order to gain power and gain a spot the top. All to become untouchable. It’s screwed. It’s not right.

My insides are ugly. The truth of me is something I want to keep tucked away deeply, because I don’t want people to see this part of me. A brash, annoying, selfish version of me, everything people hate to see. I don’t want this side of me to be seen because people will run away— people I don’t care much about, sures, but people I love, too. I don’t want to drive them away. So I keep quiet and give them a shallow show.

I give them a source of entertainment that’s controlled by the real me, every calculated movement translating into a marionette-like response. The only show I allow you to see is one that’s so carefully crafted by the chaotic clown backstage. The one that is shunned away from the light, the strings being the only hint of the puppet’s phony existence to the foolish audience.

But suddenly, I feel as if being here has started to let this side of me come crawling back into the spotlight.

It scares me.

It scares me to be vulnerable, let all of my faults lay out on the table like playing cards. To take the risk without the protection, to gamble everything I’ve built up away just like that. But you…

You.

You make me feel safe. You make me feel as if I don’t need to hide anything. I can give you the key to my heart and you would have no malicious intent. You wouldn’t cut out the parts people don’t like. You would enjoy the performance in full, every bit of it.

You make me believe that I’m nothing special, and yet something so valuable at the same time.

It’s silly. You’re silly. And yet that’s something that’s helped me.

It’s helped me realize that that truly is just how people are.

We aren’t villains. We aren’t antagonists. We aren’t monsters.

We are nothing but people, with faults and feelings that should be valued.

I am more than just a jester, a sake of entertainment.

I’m a person who is entirely worthy of love. All of me.

It reminds me that I must’ve came here for a reason.

Because this is where I belong.

[br3adtoasty]

Art trade with @ashipiko!!

This took so, so, so long but I’m pretty proud of how it turned out! Also aren’t these two just adorable 🥰

[robo-milky]

ART TRADE WITH @ashipiko <3

Here’s your order of AshAce with a side of mischief

Drawing this has been a treacherous journey of figuring out what pose would be best for our favourite goofballs, but alas��! It’s here!

[cloudcountry]

HI AUBURN!!!!!! dunno if we’re close enough moots for me to req this but could I mayhaps enter in Ashi for your 1.8k event?? 😳 (WHICH LIKE. GRATS BTW!!!! THATS CRAYCRAY POP OFF)

🤔 there’s this certain rewrite w her concerning Ghost Marriage so I was wondering if I could get a rewrite where

1.) when Ace barges in, he stops the marriage between her and Eliza instead of Idia and Eliza (and Ace gets EXTRA pissed)

OR

2.) Ashi and Ace playing around w the ghost ring and a fake one

SOME CONTEXT ABOUT THIS EVENT REWRITE;

—Ashi cross dresses and shoots for Eliza right before the final group enters to try and woo her over (cuz she sees all the guys fail and she’s like “yyyeah. watch me pull this ghost lady better than y’all)

—she succeeds actually!!! she woos Eliza over w her W rizz and allows Idia to escape

—Her and Ace previously fool around w the ghost ring; causing a real and fake to get mixed up

—so guess what. she accidentally uses a fake ring instead of the one actually needed 😔 banishing no more

—NOW ASHI’S TRAPPED AND BOUND TO MARRY ELIZA!!!!!! (and Ace is left to blame)

ALSO JUST TO CLARIFY!!!!!! <333 I’d like it to be like....... besties but mutual pining yk 🙏 cuz they’re just besties so far at this stage (Ace is in denial)

NO SWEAT IF THIS IS TOO MUCH BTW!!!! I APPRECIATE IT NONETHELESS <3 gratsgrats again!!!

AAAAA dont worry ashi!!! your oc page is very detailed so i think i can write her right!! at least i hope so ^^" THANK YOU THANK OYU <3333 AAAAA!!!!!!!

thast literally so goofy i love ALL of this LMAO (mutual pining...rubbing my hands together evilly I GOTCHA!!!)

i read that thing about him calling you cherrypie and i think thats the cutest thing :(((( but he calls you goober here since that was on yuor oc page and i thought taht was funny LMAO

AND SINCE WE WERENT MOOTS WHEN YOUR BIRTHDAY WAS AROUND BUT IT WAS RECENT PLEASEE CONSIDER THIS A BIRTHDAY GIFT FROM ME TO YOU <3 i hope you had fun :D !!!

ASHI, ACE, AND THE MARRAIGE VOWS OF DOOM!!! (1.8k details)

Ashi isn’t sure how Ace acquired it (although it most likely came from a visit with Sam) but the grin on his face melts away her concern and leaves a giddy mischief in its place.

“Doesn’t it look just like that ring the Headmage wants to use to send that bride back to her realm?” Ace laughs, twirling it around the tip of his finger, “Can you imagine what would happen if someone were to switch out the rings?”

“Ace, c’mon!” Ashi shakes her head, giggling along with him.

His grin turns wicked, and before Ashi knows it he’s snatched the real ring right out of her pocket. She shrieks for him to give it back, hurling vicious insults such as “meanie” and “stupid,” but Ace doesn’t relent.

“Where is the real ring? I bet you’ll never guess.” he smirks, holding out his closed hands.

His eyebrows are doing that irritating thing he does when he’s feeling a bit too smug.

“You’re a cheater! I bet it’s in your pocket.” Ashi lunges for him, digging her hand into his pocket as Ace jerks away, trying to get her off.

Sure enough, she pulls out the ring with a triumphant “ah ha!” Ace rolls his eyes and makes a big show of huffing about it, but his eyes linger on her radiant smile as she sticks her tongue out at him.

“It’s not like you play fair either, you goober!” he cackles, jerking his arm out to snatch the ring from her hands.

As their hands collide, both rings go soaring through the air and clatter to the floor. Ashi and Ace look over in the direction they landed, only to come to the sinking revelation that neither of them knew which one was which.

“Can you tell which one’s the fake?” Ashi asks, tilting her head.

Ace removes himself from her to confidently saunter over to the rings, scooping them off the ground and flashing them with a smirk.

“Don’t worry goober, I got it. You almost messed things up there, huh? This is totally the fake one.” Ace mocks, flicking Ashi’s nose when he’s made his way back to her and places the real ring in her hand.

“Oh quiet you!” she pinches his cheek, face heating up at the teasing.

Ace rubs his pink cheek and glares, but the glare holds no malice.

Ashi watches in amusement as Idia is thrown to the side, totally blown off by Eliza. Ashi kneels before the bride, arms outstretched as if to accept her. Eliza squeals, rushing towards her “groom” with stars in her eyes. Ashi takes her hand, gently, and gives Eliza the most affectionate look she can.

“It’s an honor to be wed to you, my lady.” Ashi grins, a dazzling smile that makes Eliza swoon in her arms.

The ring slides onto her finger, and...

Nothing happens.

Ashi looks confused but quickly schools her face. Eliza doesn't notice the way her smile falls, and instead swoops Ashi up into her arms and calls for her attendants.

“Please, escort Mr. Tamadai to the dressing rooms! I await our wedding, my darling!” Eliza giggles behind her hand, waving Ashi goodbye.

Footsteps pound on the stone flooring outside the room and Ashi looks at the door with hope. The door flies open with a loud bang, causing all the ghosts to jump out of their nonexistent skin.

Heh.

“Stop the wedding!” Ace yells, pointing an accusatory finger at Eliza, “You! Bride lady! We gotta talk!”

Eliza scoffs, all warmth in her deposition gone as Ace storms up to her with fire in his eyes. Ashi tries to go to him, but the ghosts are keeping such a harsh grip on her arms that it’s starting to hurt.

“Ace!” she yells, and he whips his head around at the sound of her voice.

He turns back to the bride with a clenched jaw and a furrowed brow.

“Listen here, all of you! You can’t just force someone to marry you! Relationships don’t work like that! Ashi doesn’t want to marry you at all! Aren’t the rest of you ashamed? You’re just enabling your princess into feeling even lonelier as the years go on because you’re not letting her let go! You all sound like useless retainers to me!” Ace yells, “Let go of Ashi right now!  I’m gonna get this ring on your finger and send you off once and for all!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about! Mr. Tamadai was quite sweet in his courting! He even answered all my questions correctly! He's perfect!” Eliza insists, voice breaking as she speaks.

“Uh, news flash princess!” Ace snaps, “You shouldn’t be picking your prince based on a few questions. How about picking someone you can laugh and cry with? Someone you can share everything with?”

He looks over at Ashi and pauses.

“Someone that makes you feel like you can be something. Even if you know you’re a stupid troublemaker.” he says, voice softer for just a moment before he turns back to the princess, “Have your retainers taught you nothing? It’s embarrassing that I have to spell this out for you, seriously!”

Ashi squirms in the ghost's hold, her cheery smile fading into a frustrated grimace. The rare sight makes Ace’s breath hitch, and his anger only gets more intense.

“Don’t listen to him, princess!” Puffy yells, taking his place next to Eliza, “How dare you say such things! I would fight the world to make sure the princess is happy, you—!”

Ashi gnaws at her lower lip before slipping one of Ace’s stupid cards out of her pocket. Sliding it between her two fingers just like he taught her, she flicks it at Eliza.

The card reaches its mark.

The ghosts restraining her rush to their princess as she yelps out in pain and Ashi beams. It's funny how Ace’s tricks were useful in situations like this, even though all he ever used them for was to target Riddle.

“Princess!” she yells, running towards her, “Wait!”

Eliza shakes off her hovering attendants to gaze upon her groom, a sour pout on her face.

“Listening, I’m not actually a guy. I was dressing the part because my and my homies were trying to save Idia over there.” she points to the boy in question, watching as he shrivels up again at the attention, “But I think you should totally marry Puffy! He seems to really care about ya! And just like Acey said, you’re supposed to find someone you can laugh and cry with right? He was about to fight this whole room for you!”

Eliza stops as if considering what Ashi just said. Ace’s hand circles her wrist, as if ready to run and find cover if the ghosts actually do attack. His subtle concern warms her heart.

“Oh Puffy...I think I’ve finally figured it out.” Eliza turns to her ghostly companion and smiles, eyes full of love, “You’re my prince! My true love!”

“What?!” Ace squawks, but Ashi presses a finger to his lips to shush him.

“Princess...all I’ve ever wanted was to see you smile.” Puffy murmurs, cheeks turning blue, “It’s my dream...my lingering attachment...I just want you to be happy.”

“Oh, Puffy!” Eliza swoons, kissing him without a second thought.

“What just happened?” Ace blinks, absolutely baffled by the display in front of him.

“I dunno, but we should get everyone else out!” Ashi beams as the sound of groans and complaints reach their ears, “It sounds like the curse has been broken!”

As Ashi runs off to help a whining Floyd, Ace puffs up his cheeks and stares.

She looks really pretty in that suit.

[taruruchi]

“𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦” || Ashace

[ SUMMARY ] Ace and Ashi are left in the Pomefiore practice rooms alone. I would think that's pretty self-explanatory.

[ GENRE ] Pining probably

[ NOTES ] MWAHAHA here is my end of the deal @ashipiko !! 1.1k words worth of Ashace content!! I hope you enjoy it 🙏💙

Ace thought he might go insane. 

Seriously, how was anyone supposed to expect him to keep calm while…

“Acey, look, I drew you! It looks exactly the same as the real thing!” Ashi showed him a drawing on the notebook, a wide, silly grin on her face.

He couldn’t believe he was crushing on one of his best friends. Yes, he’s not stupid, he knows when he likes someone romantically. And right now, he was about to combust. They had just finished a round of practice a few minutes ago, so it wasn’t very obvious that he was actually blushing. His face was completely flushed from laughing too, sure, but embarrassingly, it was mostly because of the girl beside him.

My god, did he love making her laugh. With no one else in the room, she laughed freely, the sound filling the room with lightheartedness and joy. It was infectious and Ace couldn’t help but join in her glee, getting distracted for a moment that he was trying to hide his blush as he grins back at her.

It didn’t help that she would retaliate when he would flirt with her. Sometimes it seemed like they were both just trying to see who would be the first to be overwhelmed and flustered. In the middle, there would be giggles from cheesy pick-up lines.

“I lowkey think I might be French. Because Eiffel for you.”

Ace wanted to believe he wouldn’t be rejected. He knew her better than anyone. He would be there for her no matter what. But what did he know about girls? How did he know she wouldn’t panic and close up? What with the secrets she so desperately wants to keep…

He wasn’t normally this doubtful. That doubt settled itself in his mind whenever he thought about confessing, and it was weird because usually he wasn’t so caught up in how someone would react. Now, there was one person whose reaction and feelings he cared about the most. He didn’t want to do anything to push her away because he had already accepted her long ago, even if she didn’t realize it.

Looking at her all happy without a fear in the world for just a moment, he wanted to keep that smile on her face and help her get rid of her innermost worries.

Wow, back up. Slow down, Ace told himself.

He was getting so serious about this, it made it sound like they were some sort of soulmates…

Haha, that’s funny.

“Yo, Acey, you’ve grown silent. Why are you staring at me? Got a crush?” Ashi teased.

And Ace might have malfunctioned a bit when she gave him a wink.

“Maybe. If you admit that you like me back,” he tried to flirt back.

He watched her try to laugh it off, but he caught a glimpse of red cheeks and a nervous smile before her hair fell in a way that blocked his view of her face. It worked out well for him too—his composure was falling apart by the minute. 

“You’re fun, Ace, I’m glad you’re my friend.” Ashi looked back up at him with a small smile, hand reaching up to push her hair back behind her ear. 

Ace. She didn’t normally call him that since deciding to give him the nickname Acey. He wasn’t sure what to think about that now, but there was something else for him to focus on.

He mustered a smile back, replying, “I’m glad I’m your friend, too. You are so lucky.”

He wished he could say he didn’t want to be friends, he wanted to be more than friends, but what if what they had could be lost just like that? It’s the classic trope of friend-likes-friend-but-is-too-scared-to-lose-what-they-have. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest—from fear or excitement, he wasn’t sure.

The next time this happened, their practice had been more hardcore than the last and everyone was worn out. Everyone needed a break. They stepped out of the practice room in Pomefiore, once again leaving two people alone together.

No, this time there was no teasing and drawing and flirting. They were completely worn out and all they could do was lean against the wall, trying to regain their strength and energy. It was silent. The silence wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but Ace’s heart was racing. Maybe it was from dancing and singing, maybe it was because Ashi was right next to him with her head on his shoulder. She was drifting off to sleep, completely cozy in this position.

It wasn’t something new, of course, this had already happened multiple times before. Ace didn’t know why this time he couldn’t take his attention off her. Her breathing was slow and soft, signaling she was asleep. She was holding onto his arm, as if keeping him close. 

He was afraid to wake her up with his movements, but… it was like something had taken over him. He reached up to push her hair out of her face and, slowly leaning over, barely knowing what was happening, he found himself pressing his lips to her forehead. 

Luckily, she did not wake up.

However, Ace himself was wide awake and he was struggling to breathe, panicking over what he just did. 

He had just kissed Ashi. While she was asleep. There was absolutely no way he was going to tell her unless they started dating and he was sure she wasn’t going to fight him for doing that.

He sat there for the-Seven-knows-how-many-minutes, simply processing what he did and what he’d do next, until Ashi started moving. Ace nearly jumped out of his wits when he noticed. 

“Mornin’, Acey,” Ashi mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Had a good 5-hour sleep?”

The drowsiness suddenly left Ashi. “F-five hours?!” she suddenly sat up straight.

Ace laughed at her reaction, wiping fake tears from his eyes. “No, wise girl, it’s only been about fifteen minutes.”

Ashi slapped his arm, pouting but obviously trying to refrain from smiling.

How can I not give her a kiss? Ace thought.

Maybe Ace should just confess right now? They were both alone, no one else would get to see. The energy was light. He should just go for it, right? 

“Ashi, I have somethi—”

“Come on, potatoes, it’s time to get back to practicing!”

Vil strutted into the room, the rest of the group behind him. Ashi got up and headed back over to her station to play the music. Ace shook his head and sighed, standing up and rejoining the rest.

Maybe another time.

[dilatorywriting]

Monster Mayhem: Donkeys & Dragons [PART 2]

Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Everything's all fun and games until everyone assumes you're just being a Horny BardTM when you have, in fact, actually been kidnapped by a dragon.

🌶️ Obligatory Warning for Mild Spice

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4] [EPILOGUE]

“Wow,” Ace whistled, long and low, and you fought a twitch in your jaw.

He and Deuce were certainly beat to shit, but not quite ‘hurled dozens of feet through the air and a roof’ level of shit, so your spell must have cushioned at least a little of the fall. The pair of idiots stood at the entrance of the cavernous room, shifting back and forth on their heels and faces twisted up in varying degrees of horror. 

“I mean, I know there’s a stereotype about bards and whatever,” he continued, aghast. “But, really? Really?”

You grit your teeth. The pointed chin resting atop your head shifted and you felt claws flex at your hips.

‘My friends will probably be coming back here soon to find me,’ you’d entreated, not five-minutes prior.

‘Your friends?’ the dragon had repeated, slow, like the concept of comradery was something completely alien. And then his eyes had narrowed. ‘Ah. They intend to steal you away,’ he’d said with all the indignation of someone who’d clearly forgotten he had literally just proclaimed his intent to the do the exact same thing.

Sparks had shot out from between his teeth, and the already too-sharp black nails tipping his fingers had curled into talons—ashy darkness trailing up his arms like a seeping stain.

‘What? No,’ you’d lied. ‘They would never. I’m sure they’re just curious. Whether I’m still alive or not, I mean.’

‘Oh,’ he’d blinked, that venomous ire seeping from his gaze as if it’d never been there to begin with. ‘I suppose that does make sense.’

So when your loveable idiots had eventually stormed in—swords drawn, banners flying—you schooled your countenance into something as placid as possible. Something that perhaps conveyed ‘I would love for you guys to help me out here, but also I would really like not to see the three of us become tonight’s entrée. So like. Maybe sit this one out.’ But whatever expression you ended up making clearly wasn’t doing what you were aiming for if Ace’s first instinct was to accuse you of Horny Bard Shenanigans.

Or maybe your face wasn’t the problem. Maybe it was just the nearly seven-foot-tall, naked, dragon man draped across your shoulders. Who’s to say.

“This has nothing to do with that,” you snapped, ears burning.

“Do with what?” The newly dubbed Tsunotarou rumbled. He was pressed close enough that you could feel the worlds roll through his chest—annnnd you were going to stop yourself right there and focus very, very, intently on getting through this conversation alive.

“Human things,” you spluttered frantically.

“Ah,” he hummed, his chin shifting from the crown of your head to dip down and instead rest atop the curve of your shoulder. “You’ll have to explain it to me later, then. I do find our cultural differences very intriguing. You humans are so… new age.”

“Explain it to you later…?” Deuce frowned, and you could see the words zipping around behind his eyes to slowly put themselves together into a cohesive thought. He shot ramrod straight and whipped his arm out accusatorily. “You’re staying?!”

“Of course,” you said, with all the enthusiasm of someone with a knife held to their throat. You locked eyes as obviously as you could—hoping he’d get the message. “It’s in everyone’s best interest.”

You could see the pinched look on his face, the heavy weight of discontentment tugging at his brow. There was a war being waged in that man’s head—a battle between what lingering, frail, shreds of rationality and comprehension remained, and the desire to be a good friend and save our bard! Because mama said I should be good to my friends! You stared him down hard, silently begging, pleading, to just let it go. The fingers gripping his axe tightened and you could hear the leather of his gauntlets creak with strain. Tsunotarou hummed, something like amusement coloring the throaty rumble, and it tingled all the way from the tips of your toes to the cheek he was tucked up against. The claws at your side flexed—not deep enough to hurt, but firm enough to know that funny as the notion of a teeny, human, barbarian hurling themselves at a dragon was, it wasn’t going to be a good enough joke to earn said dragon’s mercy.

“Well, duh, you’re staying!” Ace interrupted slickly, sliding in front of Deuce and his burbling rage like a fox finally skulking from its hole. “Look at what a great new friendyou’ve made! You can’t just leave him here all on his lonesome, now can you?”

The low rumble skirting along your back melted into something that was very nearly a purr. Your eyes flickered to your captor’s face—or as much of his face as you could manage to make out, considering he had plastered himself to your side like an overgrown cat. His lips were curled back into that smug, contented, smirk—the tips of his sharp canines just barely peeked out over his bottom lip.

“We’ll come back and check on you, of course,” Ace continued. He waved his hand at the dragon, like they were old chums shooting the shit over a pint of ale in a tavern. “You know how it is. Gotta make sure they’re settling in all right—make sure you’re keeping with your honorable intentions and whatnot. How’s two weeks from now sound?”

“Two weeks?!” you wailed.

Tsunotarou grumbled, clearly also displeased. “I agree. That seems far too soon.”

“Two months?” the ginger countered easily.

“Ace!”

The dragon seemed to consider this new proposal quite thoroughly. You could feel his long lashes flick down against your cheek as his eyes went hooded, heavy—slipping back into his thoughts to ponder upon this newly proffered timeline. After a long, long, moment, he lifted himself from your neck and plonked his chin back down atop the crown of your head.

“That is acceptable.”

Deuce looked entirely unimpressed. You had a feeling you looked like you were about to shit yourself. Ace, naturally, seemed more or less content.

“Well then!” the traitor chirped. “We’ll see you when we see you then, yeah?”

You grit you teeth, but your gaze flicked to your other, kinder, friend and you bit back the slew of heinous insults brewing on your tongue. Deuce still looked more than ready to jump into the fray, consequences be damned. And you were not going to let your terrible, horrible, no-good, rotten luck end all his valiant attempts at redemption when he inevitably attempted to go toe-to-toe with the business end of a dragon.

“…Are you sure you’re gonna be alright here?” Deuce asked, face twisted up in distaste.  

There was a pissy rumble from over your shoulder.

“Do you doubt my abilities as a host?”

“Of course he doesn’t!” Ace cut in, ever the bootlicker. “And besides,” he drawled, elbowing his companion in the ribs. “You know how bards are. I’m sure this is right up their alley.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Deuce went pale—then green. Ace turned on you with a smile that was all vinegar. “Right?”

‘I should not let them be murdered horribly,’ you repeated to yourself past the crimson rage leaking into your vision. ‘I should not let them be horribly murdered—’

“Righteo!” you forced yourself to spit. And if you somehow managed to survive these next two months, you were going to string that red haired traitor up by his pinkies and feed him to the crows that lived outside your window.

Your friends slipped away slowly, hesitantly—Deuce looking like he’d been struck down by a horrid case of food poisoning or something else equally as stomach churning. Once they were gone, Tsunotarou lifted his chin from your head so that he could crane his neck over your shoulder and look at you more directly. Not that he had to try very hard, seeing as he was gigantic, whether on two legs or four.

“What was the small, ugly, one referring to?” he asked curiously. “About your profession?”

Your life flashed before your eyes.

“Bards are known for their hearty curiosity and drive to experience new situations,” you repeated, verbatim, from the little adventurer’s handbook you’d been gifted by Lord Crewel all those years ago.

“Oh,” he hummed, nodding into your hair. “Of course.”

.

.

The first major hurdle cropped up barely two hours later.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

The dragon blinked slowly, as if mentally tallying through a list of human bodily functions to try and figure out just what on earth you were talking about.

“Ah,” he said after a moment. And then he began to melt away—limbs stretching and cracking, and porcelain complexion bubbling up with inky miasma so thick and dark it may as well have been tar. It was both horrifying and awe-inspiring to watch, like some great creature of old emerging from an arcane cocoon. And not two minutes later, a familiar, ebony, dragon was standing before you in all its glory.

He lowered his snout and nosed around your shoulders for a moment, snuffling and searching. And then he pinched your collar between his teeth and hauled you into the air.

You tried not to scream. Really, you did. But humans just weren’t meant for flying, let alone while suspended between the jaws of a beast that could swallow them whole. By the time you landed, you were so wobbly and windswept that you nearly collapsed to the ground then and there, bladder be damned. Tsunotarou warbled something deep in his chest, and you glanced up past the thin veil of icy sweat dripping into your eyes.

He'd placed you into a blown-out enclave that had probably once been a very nice hallway. And in the corner was the remains of what indeed looked like a bathroom. You straightened yourself as much as you could and began hobbling woozily towards what you hoped was a proper, enchanted, toilet and not just some block of stone with a bowl at the bottom.

There was an echoing thud from behind you and you jumped, startled, and turned to see what the ruckus was all about. Tsunotarou had sat his massive head at the entrance. And he continued to sit there. Watching.  

“Uhm,” you mumbled. “Thank you.”

He stared, unmoving. You sighed and squashed your fingers into your temples.

“…We’re going to have to establish some boundaries,” you said. The dragon’s gigantic, neon, eyes closed and opened—like a question. “Boundaries,” you repeated. “Things that we do on our own.”

The beast’s lips flattened into a grumpy line and he grumbled something unintelligible at you, spitting loose sparks from behind his overly long canines.

However, mouthful of razor-sharp teeth in your face or otherwise, everyone had to draw the line between pride and self-preservation somewhere. And having to piss in front of an audience was apparently yours.

You waved your hands in a shoo shoo motion and those amethyst crests flattened irritably atop his skull. He settled in further, the structure of the terrace groaning beneath the weight of his scaly chin. You worried your lower lip between your teeth. It wasn’t exactly like there was a door or anything that you could just, like, shut in his face. And beating him off with a broom or something like a stray cat was out of the question—just out of sheer impossibility. You were going to have to get creative here…

An idea popped into your head and you leaned forward with a charismatic little smile that you’d unleashed on so many traders, and shopkeepers, and unsuspecting bakers that it ought to be considered a weapon in its own right. You’d practiced it in the mirror for weeks.

“I’ll tell you a story,” you offered, and his slitted pupils rounded a bit—intrigued. “That’s what I was before all this, you know. A storyteller.” You had his full interest now, those purple crests rippling behind his horns. “But you have to close your eyes,” you said. “It makes it easier to imagine that way.”

He stared you down curiously for a heartbeat or three, and then Tsunotarou’s gigantic, luminous, eyes slipped shut.  

You sighed and plopped yourself down on the decrepit, stone, toilet.

“Once upon a time,” you began, sweeping your cloak out in front of you to give yourself at least a little bit more dignity. One of those crests twitched at the sound of swirling fabric, but his eyes remained dutifully closed. “There was a bard who made some very terrible life decisions—"

.

.

The next bump in the road came the following afternoon.

“People tend to wear clothes,” you said.

He canted his head at you. “I am not a person.”

Oh for fucks sake.

Tsunotarou was stretched out along one of the many, grand, banisters lining what you assumed had once been a ballroom—lounging in the dim light like a lizard sunning itself on a rock. Apparently, before your arrival, he’d very rarely, if ever, shed his wings and scales for this more compact form. And he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying spreading himself out across all the new surfaces that the change in size allowed him. Part of you would have thought it was a bit endearing—seeing this eldritch monster merrily falling into the ‘if I fits, I sits’ way of life. The other part was sick of nearly collapsing in cardiac arrest every time you caught sight of his very naked self reclining across some new piece of furniture.

“Yes,” you intoned, deadpan. “But you look like one.”

He blinked slowly, as if putting together a thought. “I see. The dissonance of observing a vestige of humanity which does not actually fit the mold of a human must be disconcerting to you.” He rested a knuckle lightly against his chin as he pondered. “In the same way I may feel uncomfortable if you took on the form a dragon with no teeth or tail.”

“Sure. Whatever,” you bemoaned. “Just. Pants? Please?”

He observed you quietly for a moment, amusement dancing across his features. And then he grinned, putting the pointed tips of those impressive canines of his on full display.

“Well I suppose if you’re going to ask so sweetly.”

He sat up with a stretch that was outright spitting in the face of your plea for modesty, and then spread his hands. His black-tipped fingers twisted gracefully, artfully, and the cavernous room filled with the scent of packed earth and ozone. Soft puffs of emerald light glided along his arms, and in their wake sprouted tendrils of sheer, silken, sleeves. Those dancing lights traveled merrily from his shoulders to his hips, and then back again—spinning magic into fabric like little, ghostly, seamstresses as they went.

The soft glow faded and the silk settled around him with all the delicacy of a cloud. It was stunning, certainly. A true work of beauty. With billowing sleeves that cinched neatly at his wrists, and swept into an open window across his front. The fabric wrapped itself snuggly at his waist and draped low enough to offer at least what should have been the bare minimum of modesty. It pooled across his shoulders, splaying out into a split cape that looked eerily similar to the wings he dawned in his other, scalier, form.

But this lovely new ensemble—as gloriously shiny and magical as it was—was still nearly fucking transparent. And yeah, the shadows curling along the spiraling silk did a decent enough job at obscuring what ought to be obscured. But at the same time, somehow this impression of cloth, of loose fabric that dipped below his collar bones and hung uneven and open across his pale chest, was worse than the outright fucking nudity. Scandalous. Like walking in on a seduction scene in a trashy novel.

“…maybe you should just do whatever makes you comfortable,” you managed to cough out, gaze slipping downwards of its own accord. And then more down. You gulped. “D-Don’t feel the need to change yourself on my account.”

He stared grumpily at his swanky new outfit. And then back at you. His lips pursed into a pout.

“You don’t find it pleasing.”

Your eyes rolled up to stare miserably, tormentedly, at the ceiling, and you began reciting every religious verse you could think of. Thou shall not steal or covet. In the name of the Mother, the Crone, and the Hallowed Throne. Head, shoulders, knees, and toes. Aye, Macarena—

“It looks perfectly nice. I just think that you have as much of a right to be happy in your skin as I do,” you reiterated. “I—I mean, you’re already keeping yourself human more often than not just so we can talk.” Which was true enough, but also mostly an attempt to make it seem like your concern was genuinely aimed at him and not your steadily rising blood pressure.

“…you’re incredibly strange,” he grumbled after a moment, his brow tugging low on his forehead. More pouting. “And impossibly frustrating to read.”

The heat radiating off your face like a fucking active volcano felt ‘possible’ enough to you, but what did you know.

“That’s why you’re keeping me around,” you reminded him.

Ten minutes later, he was sprawled out with his head in your lap, the ridges of his horns bumping your hips and inky black hair spilling over your thighs. Naked as a jaybird.

“Tell me another story,” he hummed, eyes slipping closed.

“Sure,” you agreed, gaze once again firmly locked on the hundreds of cracks in the ceiling. You’d probably have them all memorized by this evening, or at the very least have managed to count them all up a dozen times over.

You were halfway through some yarn about armies made of playing cards and worlds beyond looking glasses when Tsunotarou sighed, heavy and bone deep. Content. And then he turned to bury his cheek into the rough fabric of your traveler’s pants with a rumbling drawl that was not unlike a purr. His nose pressed itself into the inseam of your thigh and your brain fuzzed out like you’d been shot pointblank with a Wand of Lightning Bolts.

“Child of Man?” he huffed after a moment—one, neon, eye flicking open to glare up at you grumpily. “What happened then? To the cat that smiled too wide and the man with the mad hats?”

“R-Right,” you squawked. “Uhm—so as I was saying—”

You stared back at all those cracks and started counting again from zero.

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[leblancdamoiselle]

Hi! Can I request soul mate au with chuuya? With a mafia reader? Hope this Is ok <3

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𝙖/𝙣. Hiii sorry it took sooooo long :( and the story is also long here, there will be part 2 because if i put everything in here it will be too long hehe. I also insert a lot of real life references (in italic font) so you can like yk feel it, anyways enjoy!! <3

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨. Mentions of violence & guns, harsh words

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. Nakahara Chuuya x mafia!Reader

𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. @96jnie

"Port Mafia will go down,"

Hundreds of men kneels before you—their fate remains unknown as for tonight; the objective is to infiltrate Yokohama and tear Port Mafia.

You were escorted to your wagon; a rather shiny and costly one. One that smells like French perfume inside.

"Chief are you ready?" The driver asks

"Yes, go ahead,"

You rest your head to the windscreen, the luminescent sunset caught your eyes

The sky is beautiful. You wonder how the sky has witnessed bloodshed many times, but it still lingers on innocently. You envy the sky for that, you wished you can erase all the sins and earn your sanity and morality back.

Many believed that the ability you are born with is; something miraculous. It's stupid—you thought. You hated your ability, the ability to see one's biggest trauma and psychologically torture them (and yourself) with it.

You always feel like you wanted to throw up by your own ability, it's sickening.

It's an hour drive from Shinjuku to Yokohama. After years of building your own empire—the empire of the underworld, at last you are to bring vengeance.

The city of Yokohama has changed to a great extent. The city is alive now, no more blood on the street but radiance by the lit skyscrapers. One thing that hasn't changed is perhaps the noises from ships sailing from the port.

"Tell the head-unit to part ways, just don't look too... flashy—while entering the city grounds," you ordered Miko, your valet, who then sends the information with her telepathic ability

The car dropped you at a hotel, with a view facing the Cosmo Clock 21 directly. Just a few metres away from the Port Mafia base, offering you to observe it candidly.

By all means, the first thing you do is to inhale an ashy fume down to your lungs, blowing the excess out afterwards. Nothing is more relaxing than a cigarette, wind sweeping your hair and a dazzling view.

"Such a waste this city has to fall down to the hands of Port Mafia," you said to yourself.

Three days earlier, invitations are sent to the Port Mafia executives for a dinner in the hotel's fine dining, surely bathing in luxury you are.

The door to you room clicks as someone enters. At the corner of your eyes you see a figure of a shorter lady with raven hair—Miko.

"These are the executives of Port Mafia, ma'am," as she handed you papers

"Mori Ogai, Ace, Paul Verlaine, one unnamed personnel called 'Colonel', Nakahara Chuuya, and... Ozaki Kouyou," You reached the end after flipping every page.

"As for the attendees will be; Mori Ogai, Nakahara Chuuya and Ozaki Kouyou—"

Your brows furrowed "That's it?" The suited girl nodded in response.

Miko looked over her Swiss-made hand watch, "You have 3 hours from now until the dinner, Chief," she finished her sentence.

"Alright, let me know when they're here—dismissed," you shrugged, blowing another grey mist to the air,

The poker-faced girl left the room soon after.

All in three hours; enough for you to bathe in scented rose water while the colour splendors of bustling Yokohama Cosmoworld pleases your eyes, getting dolled up with a ritzy French handmade dress.

You never go anywhere without a sidearm. Thereupon the United Kingdom Wembley Mk VI sits gracefully inside your clutch.

Miko is back at your door, knocking, "Chief, 10 minutes until the guests arrive."

The timing can't be any more precise. You open the soaring rosewood door; finding Miko bowing, ready to court you.

Inside the elevator, Miko felt an unrecognizable aroma. She thought it is rather; unusual for your scent to be strong,

"Interesting choice of perfume, Chief, did you wear something different tonight?" She cleared her throat. Miko's questions were genuine, however you are a bit perplexed by it.

"What do you mean? I didn't..." You sniff over your shoulder where you sprayed some scented liquid earlier just to trace hints of the exact perfume you used

"You're smelling something else, Miko—besides I'm certain I used the Yves Saint Laurent Libre Intense we bought the last time we were in Paris, don't you remember?"

"Y-yes, I remember..."

Despite your argument, Miko stands still with hers about you to smell unusual. It's really.... Masculine?

The glass doors opens before you; revealing the dim yet lit by the city view dining, exactly how you like it. The conversation tonight need to be kept confidential, hence you rented the whole floor.

3 minutes forward, your second valet came to announce the arrival of your long awaited guests, "Chief," he bowed to greet you before stating his matters, "Port Mafia's Mori Ogai, executive Nakahara Chuuya and Ozaki Kouyou."

"Good evening—it would be rude to not introduce myself," you greeted the three person entering the room; those who are behind Yokohama's politics and economics, those whose name is feared.

"(L/n) (Y/n)—" before you could finish your sentence, the man shaking your hand grips to it tighter, "(L/n) (Y/n), the Empress of this country's Mafioso Empire—I am Mori Ogai," the long haired man's pupils dilated.

You pleases them to sit at their reserved spot. The grown-haired men sits right across from you, his back facing the giant glass barrier, though you can only see his silhouettes. His executive occupies the seats by him, one on the left and one on the right.

The feasts are served by Michelin Star chefs, with a wide variety of origins; from European, Western to Oriental.

"How do you like the wine?"

One with red hair lifted his glass to toast; "Fantastic," he responded.

"Cabernet Sauvignon—cheers," you grinned at the fine man.

Then it comes down to the real business of the underworld.

You cleared you throat to gather the attention, "Mr. Mori, you may have acknowledged that going backwards to 6 years in the past—the vandalism Port Mafia had caused,"

Mori stiffened, pausing himself to deliver the juicy sirloin steak to his mouth, "I have no clue to what are you talking about, Miss (L/n),"

"Don't play coy with me, Mr. Mori," your tone straighten, turning the air unpleasant,

"Miss (L/n)... mind to elaborate?" The graceful woman in kimono joined.

You took no time to, taking one deep breath before answering, "Property destruction, massacre, blackmail," you place down the cutlery; making a slight cluttering sound

"What happened 6 years ago was not my deeds, Miss (L/n)." You thought Mori sounded so annoying, he sounds far older than his physical appearance.

"It was the previous boss," he tried to assure you,

"Whom you slaughtered by your own filthy hands."

"He was already dying!" The veins in his neck are throbbing.

The Lady Ozaki Kouyou squint-eyed stare at his boss. What everyone in the Port Mafia knew is that the previous boss died out of old-age; and sickness. As to what Mori Ogai had apprised.

"You kill them, you carry their sins, no?" You hide your gun under the table, on your lap, "I want what the Port Mafia had taken from me back."

"And that is?" Kouyou tilted her head. "I do remember my father being shot thrice—my mother and sister lost inside an 'accidental' fire."

"We almost went bankrupt, of course I am the successor but I am only six," cynically said

Mori knew the previous boss held a grudge against the ruling mafioso of Japan; your late father. It was simply out of envy. "How do I redeem?" Mori raised his head

"Your life—give me your life,"

"Do I have an option?"

"Give me Port Mafia,"

Mori is led to such burdensome situation. Life and death situation no more—rather it is death and death.

Either way you are to execute Mori, the poor man didn't really have a choice to begin with.

"I'm sorry, I need to—" Chuuya's words are cut off by his own hands covering his mouth,

"Chuuya what's wrong?" Kouyou frowned, she stood up to give Chuuya a hand.

He ran hurriedly to the restroom, slight knocking the table hence the silverwares blaring to the floor. Kouyou excuses herself before tailing after Chuuya.

The vampire-like man was left alone with you in the room, motionless. A situation like is is just perfect, highly beneficial for you also.

You pull out the gun gifted by your late father—the same gun that brought you to glory in the criminal world; victoriae et sceleris.

"You'll regret it," the lanky man grit his teeth,

"Oh I doubt it." standing up to point the gun across where Mori is, "My forces are more impactful than yours, Mr. Mori... if you were to declare a war."

The first bullet went straight into his neck, "One, for my family,"

Following after, you shot precisely to his heart, "Two, for Yokohama,"

To finish off and the final blow, "And if necessary, for my misery," the last bullet stays still on his forehead,

"Miko—Aakinori," your loyal valets understood their work; to clean up the scene. They were quick to move the body and wash up all the excess blood, "Where do you want him to be buried, Chief?" Miko asked as she remove her gloves,

"Send him to Romania, he reminds me of a vampire," you cringed.

"Chief, the Port Mafia executives," Aakinori added,

"Don't fear it, they'll be on my side soon," you smiled at Miko and Aakinori.

As the two valets prepare the corpse to be shipped, you went searching for Kouyou and Chuuya—the executives.

You found the kimono-wearing lady standing by a vague glass door, "You killed him, didn't you?"

"Mori? Yeah," in a direct way you replied, she thought you were so casual about it; about shooting Port Mafia's president to death and feel absolutely nothing.

She was about to stop you to enter the men's restroom as Chuuya is inside it. "What are you doing?"

"I didn't rent the whole floor for nothing, I'm going in,"

You searched for Chuuya from one stall to another. A single stall was locked, you were positive that he is inside. "Can you open?" You knocked

The door made a tick sound before it swung open, Chuuya is completely knocked out. "Woah, man are you a lightweight?" You offered him a handkerchief

"You're (Y/n)?" He weakly spoke

"Uh... who else am I supposed to be?"

"I see why you resent the Port Mafia so much," He uttered

"Okay and?" You fairly did not understand

"Quit playing dumb, you're trying to make me sympathize with your will,"

"What the heck are you talking about, I'm literally trying to help?"

"I get it now that you survived that fire, stop showing me the same shit over and over again,"

You fell into a ponder, trying to solve which part of Chuuya's story is relevant to you. It was so silent that you can hear a heartbeat.

No it was not yours, it was someone else's.

"Did you hear that?" You looked back to him.

Chuuya's expression dropped, his eyes widened, not answering at all,

"Executive Nakahara?" You try to snap him out.

"What's your ability?" Nakahara Chuuya stared at you, dead serious.

[apparently-artless]

TAG GAME 🧡

I was tagged by @smol-ackerman and @myownangel to show 9 favorite characters! Thanks for the tag. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Accelerator - To Aru Maujutsu Index Franchise

Aoi Ashito - Ao Ashi

Monkey D. Luffy - One Piece

Tomioka Giyuu - Kimetsu no Yaiba

Levi Ackerman - Shingeki no Kyojin

Killua Zoldyck - Hunter x Hunter

Akaboshi Bisco - Sabikui Bisco

Sawamura Eijun - Daiya no Ace

Son Hak - Akatsuki no Yona

To be honest, I had a tough time coming up with the list but I guess these are the characters that were the first to come to my mind. Fortunately, there are some GIFs I created in the past that I reused for this.

Tagging you guys: @sattosugu @giyyu @sebfreak @fadingsoulss @vixvaporub @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe @tameshrimp (I do apologize if you already did this. You can just mention me on your post since I'm curious about your favorite characters too.)

[snow-slayer]

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice) D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

Many thanks! I will enjoy most of these XD

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice) I'm just not a fan of Jack and Ashi. I was super hoping for a mentor/mentee dynamic and not a ship. Do I get why it happened and does it make sense that Jack fell for her? Yeah, but also I'm 100% busy shipping some bots.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice) For a fandom I'm not in: Soljiwan from Nevertheless. Sorry @nothing-of-a-builder! I wanted to be into it to read your fanfics because I know they're good, but I'm just not feeling it. Hit me up with Kirisaya though! Check out all the fics here (including some Franmouche content that stabs me in the heart every time I read it) For a fandom I am in: Probably Scaramouche and Demongo. I love Scaramouche and I'll take whatever fanart/fanfics exist of him with whoever, but this just isn't my ship.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike) Can I go with Vile (Megaman X) on this? Maybe it's sort of cheating by assuming people think I like him a lot more than I do. I don't really care for him and he's annoying and definitely didn't enjoy listening to him in Maverick Hunter X BUT I love what he represents, and that's not being on either side, which was especially well done in Maverick Hunter X. It's funny because I did cosplay as him and it's one of my better costumes, but it's honestly because I went to a foam armor making class for beginners and we made a helmet that suited him so perfectly. I don't think he would have been an option otherwise. Long story short, I like Vile as a concept, not a character.

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why Sorry, calling out Scaramouche and Demongo again (which I want to say the ship name for is Fandango, not to be confused with the OC character Fandango XD). I wrote a fanfic for it (and also, sorry everyone, 'tis my least favorite fic I wrote with Scaramouche) and consumed all the content, but after I was blessed/cursed with Franmouche, that was it. This is the ship!

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything) You will see a theme later but I'm too tired to want to defend fandom stuff that hard, especially since this is headcanons ask. I will say I love writing Francis as a demiromantic, sex-neutral ace. Love seeing him other ways, too, but this is the primary way I write him.

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms Francis the Mercenary - Samurai Jack (honorable mention to Scaramouche, always), Boomer Kuwanger - Megaman X, Mr. Freeze - Batman, Maximillion Pegasus - YuGiOh, N. Gin - Crash Bandicoot

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms Franmouche (Scaramouche x Francis) - Samurai Jack; Mr. Freeze x Nora - Batman, N. Gin x N. Brio - Crash Bandicoot.

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships Franmouche - massage, hurt/comfort; Scaramouche x Fandango - interfacing while linked; Gal x Jared - mutual masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism; Fandango x Ginkgo - aftercare, cuddling, hurt/comfort, the finance pillow talk; Riddler x Devin (OC) - praise, pampering, katoptronphilia

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM Immediately, I am rebelling because I've killed my favorites at least once, I'LL DO IT AGAIN! In seriousness though, I suppose if I read this in "I'm taking them away from you and you have to fight to keep enjoying them" then definitely: Francis, Scaramouche, Mr. Freeze, N. Gin, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Scooby-Doo, Freddy Krueger, Maximillion Pegasus, Joltik, Boomer Kuwanger.

[hisui-dreamer]

promises of the future

Pairing: Ace Trappola x gn!reader

Synopsis: studying with ace isn't the best idea, but you can't deny the fact that you like spending time with him

Tags: fluff, study buddies, slow burn, pining, banter, bot proofread

Word count: 1.2k+

Notes: this was written in exchange for @ashipiko's nui art trade hehe. i hope i did ashi and ace's characterisation justice, and you'll enjoy the fluff!

also HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHII, SO GLAD WE'RE MOOTS (⁠ノ*☆ｰ☆*⁠)ノ💕✨💖

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In the midst of an emptied school during spring break, the last break before your final exams, you found yourself ensnared in a solitary routine of ceaseless studying and revision. Everyone's departure for the holiday break had left the school desolate, amplifying the silence that hung heavy in the air.

Knowing Grim's lack of patience with any theoretical magic, you had to put in extra effort to pull his weight as half of a student.

Days blurred into nights as you diligently pored over textbooks and scribbled notes, determined to grasp every morsel of knowledge that would be tested. It didn't help that so many of the topics alluded you completely. How could you understand magical energy and this world's history when you'd barely lived there for a year?

Just when the solitude threatened to suffocate your spirit, your phone buzzed with a message from Ace. The screen illuminated with his name, and a flicker of warmth ignited within you at the familiarity of his request.

"Can we call? I can't focus."

The familiarity of this request brought a smile to your face, reminiscent of the times you had spent together, studying late into the night during your many sleepovers ever since the sea anemone situation.

"Sure, give me a sec and I'll be in the call,"

The anticipation of hearing his voice, the joyful banter that always accompanied your study sessions, ignited a sense of exhilaration within you. Though Ace could be distracting and prone to bouts of foolishness, there was an undeniable connection that drew you towards him. And you couldn't deny that studying with him was always more enjoyable than studying alone.

With a renewed spirit, you prepared for the call, arranging your study materials and finding a comfortable spot amidst the sea of textbooks and scattered papers. Your fingers danced across the keyboard of the laptop gifted to you by Ortho and Idia, and the call connected, the familiar voice of Ace filling the void with warmth and familiarity.

"Heh, took you long enough. Are you still not used to the new computer?" His words carried a light-hearted tone, filled with gentle mockery.

Rolling your eyes in response, you retorted, "No dummy, I was just tidying my desk." Your voice held a touch of playful annoyance, the familiar banter between you and Ace flowing effortlessly. "So? Whatcha working on right now?"

A tired groan escaped from Ace's end of the line. "History... I hate it, it's so boring and it feels like I haven't learnt anything," he complained.

You chuckled at his groan. "Course it feels like that, you keep falling asleep in Trein's classes!" The image of Ace, Deuce, and Grim succumbing to the temptation of slumber and nodding off danced in your mind.

In a feeble attempt to defend himself, Ace retorted, "Hey, it's not my fault his voice is a lullaby! And it's not just me either, Deucey and Grim also doze off!"

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips as you couldn't help but reply, "Comparing yourselves to them just reinforces you three dumbasses are on the same level."

"Wha- Hey! You know for a fact I'm not as stupid as Juice is!"

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, "You sure don't act like it sometimes." Swiftly cutting off any potential protest, you pressed on, "Anyways, let's start with History. I mean, considering you come from the Queendom of Roses, I assumed you'd know more about its history."

"Nah, every time I heard about the infamous Queen of Hearts and all that blah blah blah, it all seemed so boring to me."

You let out yet another sigh. "And knowing you, anything boring just isn't worth your time huh?"

"Bingo!" His laughter danced through the call.

"That's not something to be proud of, you idiot," you chided gently, a hint of exasperation lingering in your voice. "Well, true or false, the Queen of Hearts had rules where contradictions were the norm?"

"Huh? Uhhhh, false? I dunno," he replied, his uncertainty seeping through.

"Wha- no! She had to change rules occasionally to manage the madness of the kingdom," you explained. "Oh my god, why did I think studying with you would be a good idea?" you grumbled, frustration lacing your voice.

Ace, never one to lack confidence, responded with a playful tone, "Because I'm a genius, and you love me, duh."

Rolling your eyes at his audacity, you retorted, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Sure..." and maybe there was more truth to that sentence than you liked to admit.

The two of you started quizzing each other on different facts, reviewing questions from your homework and comparing each other's answers. The room was filled with an atmosphere of focused determination, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter from ridiculous answers.

A comfortable silence fell over you two as you waited for him to finish answering the current question. Your eyes wandered to the window, starting at the dark front yard of Ramshackle dorm. The darkness outside seemed to wash a wave of uncertainty over you, and you pondered aloud, "I wonder what will happen to me if I can't go home."

The subtle scratching sound of pen and paper ceased from the call. Confused, Ace inquired, "What do you mean, what'll happen?"

You sighed, the weight of uncertainty settling upon you. "Well, let's say Crowley can't find a way back, yeah? I can't stay in NRC forever, right? I'll need to get a job and find somewhere to stay."

A brief pause hung in the air before Ace's voice pierced through, offering an unexpected solution, "Well, if it comes to that, why not just stay with me?"

Your eyebrows shot up in disbelief, searching for words to respond to such a proposition. "Huh??" escaped your lips, a sound of surprise and confusion, while a delicate blush tinged your cheeks at the implications his words carried.

"You can just live with me! I wouldn't mind having someone to do the chores," Ace continued, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You couldn't help but scoff at the idea, a teasing remark escaping your lips, "Wow, what an incredibly generous offer. Though I'm not sure I can stand living with you."

Ace's voice carried a hint of mock offence as he playfully countered, "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" You could almost imagine him pouting at his end.

Attempting to defuse his offence, you replied innocently, "Nothing, nothing. Just kidding," you giggled. After a brief pause, your voice softened, barely above a murmur, "Thank you, I appreciate it."

Ace, ever the caring friend, responded with a hint of reassurance, "Heh, don't worry about it. I got your back, okay?"

A tender smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied sincerely, your voice infused with gratitude, "Thanks, Ace."

Realizing that the conversation had veered off course from its intended purpose, you swiftly refocused, "Okay, we've gotten too distracted. We need to get back to studying!"

Ace let out a playful scoff, "Pshh, party pooper. Alright, alright."

Despite your words, the prospect of a future with him continued to linger in your mind—a life of living together, splitting chores, and supporting each other. It seemed like an enticing idea, a sleepover that would never end, a path you could envision yourself contentedly walking.

Needless to say, even long after the conversation had shifted back to academics, your smile lingered at your future prospects, a budding affection for the ginger that never failed to make you feel appreciated.

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[ashipiko]

did I hear a DOUBLE DATE ???????

😭😭 art block has been kinda sucky not really lately so in attempts to fix it after LOOOOTS of talking and rambling w my good friend @nohrianhime I decided HEY. WHY NOT DRAW THE DOUBLE DATE WE’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT??? <3 and look at how much fun they’re having fr

[bluebonnetbedlam]

Introduction and Rules

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List of Anime/Games

Ace of Diamond

Akagami no Shirayuki-hime

Akatsuki no Yona

Ao Ashi

Aoharu x Machinegun

Assassination Classroom

Attack on Titan

Baka to Test

Big Windup!

Blue Lock

Black Butler

Black Clover

BNHA

Bungou Stray Dogs

Cinderella Phenomenon

Chihayafuru

D. Gray Man

Diabolik Lovers

Dr. Stone

Fairy Tail

Fruits Basket

Genshin Impact

Given

Haikyuu!!

Hanebado

Horimiya

Hunter x Hunter

Inu x Boku SS

Kaichou wa Maid-sama

Kamisama Kiss

Kuroko no Basket

Magi

Naruto

Obey Me

OHSHC

One Piece

Osomatsu-san

Ozmafia

Pandora Hearts

Prince of Tennis

Sasaki to Miyano

Sangatsu no Lion

Sk8 the Infinity

Spy x Family

Tensura

Twisted Wonderland

Uta no Prince-sama

Vampire Knight

Vanitas no Carte

World Trigger

[kuleo26]

weekly polls #1

theme: anime

comfort anime? well if it isn't obvious, ace of diamond lolol. it's what got me into playing softball again, when i had reached a slump in my life. i fell in love with the characters, the plot, everything really.

most recently watched anime(s)? spy x family, tomodachi game, ao ashi, and love all play! although, i really need to catch up on the newly released episodes.

your go-to anime when asked for recommendations? i usually recommend hunterxhunter, kuroko no basket, or haikyuu. but sometimes, i'd say demon slayer or my hero academia since it's mainstream.

anime that you love the characters but hate the plot (or vice versa)? seraph of the end! i loved the characters, but the way they cut off the plot so quickly didn't really sit well with me. probably because it was more so that you have to read the manga...

favorite genre? hehe sports anime! i love how passionate the characters are and the resolve they show (which is something i definitely don't have LMAO). the animations are pretty amazing in a sense that it shows all the little details of specific plays and all.

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