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bearsbeetsbeskar · 9 months

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Study Days with Joel (Joel Miller x f!reader)

pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (no outbreak) word count: 3.5k of pure smut rating: Explicit, MDNI 18+, swearing, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, breath play, choking, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Joel is in his 40s), no physical descriptions of reader except that Joel is able to lift her up summary: You have your state psychology exam coming up, the last step in getting your degree, but studying is the bane of your existence. Joel comes up with an alternative solution to help you study for the exam. A/N: Soooo, this was rotting my brain for the last month of my semester in grad school, pretty sure I was ovulating and I started typing it out in the library on campus. Best believe I struggled to get any studying done, thinking about this fictional man. This is also my first time writing smut so please be kind. Not beta'd cause I literally just needed to get it OUT. Comment and reblog if you like it. Enjoy! 🌚 🌹-N main masterlist

“C’mon baby, try again. Wanna hear it.”

You whine and squirm under the weight of his grip, his forearm pinning your hips further into the mattress like an iron bar.

“Jo- fuck,” you pant as your hips buck up, chasing the heat of his mouth. The crumpled study cheat sheet that you were clutching is long abandoned as your right hand snakes through his curls and grips them hard.

All you can do is mewl helplessly as Joel laps away at your aching cunt, his tongue lathing in wide strokes through your folds, before flattening it and swirling it around your swollen clit.

“Try again,” he mumbles into your core. The vibrating rumble of his baritone sends shockwaves throughout your body, as he presses a kiss to your clit, then moves down to lick into your hole, drinking up your arousal.

You gasp, canting your hips up again, trying to get him closer.

Deeper.

More of his tongue, more of his fingers, more Joel.

“I can’t,” you sob in desperation and arch your back, more wetness seeping out of your pussy.

Your mind is reduced to mush at this point. The only sensations that exist are the heat of Joel’s mouth, the softness of his curly locks, and the damp fabric of the sheets underneath you.

“Yes, you can,” he whispers against your core. “You remembered it earlier today. C’mon” He looks up at you, those sinful chocolate eyes devouring you whole.

The photographic memory you were so confident in fails you instantly, as you try to remember concepts from the cheat sheet. The only image you can see is Joel's predatory gaze peering up at you from your core, the lower half of his face drenched in your slick.

You have no doubt that Joel’s intentions were pure. Wholesome, even. The key word being were. But the way he’s sucking on your pussy lips, devouring your cunt as if it was his last meal on earth, nothing about this feels wholesome or pure.

He wanted to help you study for your upcoming licensing exam, the final step in getting your degree. When he suggested helping you out, you figured he would run through the material with you a couple times, test you on a few concepts, and then reassure you that you had nothing to worry about. Kiss you on the forehead and tell you that you’d ace the exam no problem.

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“You’re gonna do just fine baby, you’re overthinking it. You and I both know that you know your stuff.” He grabs your face, his massive palms enveloping your cheeks, as he kisses you on the forehead while you continue your anxious tirade.

“Yeah, but not with statistics!” Anxiety bubbles up through your chest, solidifying and compressing your lungs as you squawk back at him.

“This is math, my worst fucking enemy. I hate that they include this portion on the exam, it’s not like I’ll ever need to know how the different types of reliability and validity will help a client in a counseling session-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he presses his thumbs into your cheekbones ever so slightly, interrupting your runaway thoughts and bringing you back to earth. “Look at me.”

You attempt to hang your head in defeat but Joel’s strong hands keep your head in place. Pouting incessantly, you roll your eyes and pointedly look away from him.

“Hey.” He grunts and shakes your head sharply. “I saw that.”

You’re still mostly in panic mode, but the edge in his tone has warmth rushing through your body, and your gaze trailing back up to meet him.

Joel strokes your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, back and forth. The featherlight touch on your soft skin lulls you out of panic mode, as your shoulders slump and your posture relaxes. Pulling you in for a hug, he cups the back of your head, his other hand rubbing up and down your back. The heat from his large hand bleeds through your sleep shirt, wrapping your body in his comforting warmth.

“You’re smarter than anyone I know darlin,’ told ya so from the first day we met. Hell, I don’t know anyone else who has the entirety of that damn manual memorized front to back, ‘cept for you.” He presses his lips into the crown of your head, inhaling the sweet smell of you.

You snort, but it comes out muffled as you press your face further into his broad chest.

“That’s different. That stuff is interesting to me, it’s easy to absorb. Statistics is math, and math is the devil.” You grumble, nuzzling further into the warmth of his shirt, breathing in the faint smell of his detergent and cologne. The smell of Joel.

“I know. But I’m sure in the beginning, even memorizing a quarter of the stuff was a headache, and yet you did it. You just gotta give this a chance,” he murmurs against your hair. “Maybe there’s a different method we haven’t figured out yet, that will help it click, hm?”

He continues to rub slow circles against your back when you mumble something incoherent and bury more into his chest, wrapping your arms around his middle.

Joel was right. You knew he was, as much as you hated to admit it. But above all else, he genuinely cared about helping you succeed, and if there was anything he could do to make life easier for you, or let you know that you weren’t alone in your struggles, he would do it. And he always spoke about conquering those struggles as a team, as your partner, always willing to carry the load for you if you couldn’t handle it yourself.

Not that he doubted you in the first place. But it was always ‘we’ or ‘us,’ never just ‘you,’ or ‘I.’ It’s one of the reasons why you were head over heels in love with him. Sometimes you wondered if he realized how much strength he gave you by simply existing.

“Remind me again,” he shifts his arms so that they wrap around you, gluing you to his body,.

“What’s the difference between.. Schizophrenia and schizoaffective disorder?”

Although you’re not looking at him, you know that he has a smile on his face. He fully knows that you know the correct answer. Sighing deeply, you turn your head to the side.

“Schizophrenia is a psychotic disorder where a person experiences psychosis, or hallucinations and or delusional thinking, but schizoaffective disorder is when a person experiences the same psychotic symptoms, along with symptoms of a mood disorder, like depression or mania.”

“Straight from the fuckin’ textbook,” he whispers in your ear, before leaning down to kiss your pulse point. “My smart cookie.”

Shivering in response, you tilt your head to the side as his lips trail down your neck, pressing soft, wet kisses and nibbling ever so slightly. Gasping, you tilt your head further, giving him more access and melting in his embrace.

“Mmm.” Joel rumbles, the deep vibration reverberating through his chest.

“Why don’t we try another study method and see how it works?”

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Little did you know that another study method would involve you laid out beneath Joel, his broad frame caging you in as he took you apart with his mouth. Every kiss, every lick, every suckle to your clit, had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Joel tested your restraint.

“Tell me again baby, I know you know it.”

He whispers into your wetness, pulling away to press wet kisses to the inside of your thighs. When you don’t answer immediately, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, applying the slightest pressure that makes you gasp and lift your head to look down at him. He doesn’t say anything else, save for quirking his brow, patiently waiting while his tongue soothes over the indents on your skin.

“Stat-fuck.”

You swallow, your throat desperately dry from the hoarse moans and whimpers you’ve been letting out.

“Statistical significance is- is when the rela-relationsh-shit,” you pant as Joel’s tongue traces your outer lips, sucking slightly before dipping into your hole and curling, “between two or more v-variables is caused by s-something other than-ngh chance.”

The last part comes out as a rushed gasp as scorching heat runs through your veins, with Joel’s mouth magnetized to your cunt, but he praises you nonetheless.

He hums and gives you a devious smile.

“Good girl,” he purrs, grazing your slit with his middle finger, gathering up the obscene amount of wetness leaking out of you, before sliding two thick fingers into your cunt.

You barely have time to catch your breath, choking on gasp as you revel in the stretch of his fingers. So fucking long and thick. You never get tired of how they fill you so perfectly.

“My good fucking girl. So fuckin’ smart.” He growls into your cunt, curling his dexterous fingers, effortlessly pressing up against that spot that makes your eyes roll back and clench around him.

“Oh shit.”

Your mind goes blank as you whine and start to tense your stomach, hips lifting up again seeking out more friction. The stretch of his fingers is delicious, the way they hook inside you, reaching spots you can never reach yourself. It makes your head spin as he continues to lathe his tongue up and down, flattening it and making wide circles around your clit.

You can feel the heat starting to build in your core, licking up your spine as Joel keeps slowly pushing his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. Steadily, in and out, until your hips are tightening and loosing with the building pressure.

“Joel, please.”

You sob and lift your hips up once more to meet his mouth, pull his fingers in deeper.

“Shhh babygirl. You’re doing good so far,” he lifts his mouth off your pussy, his drenched lips hovering just above it as he presses a chaste kiss to your mound.

He waits a beat, before a devious grin spreads across his face.

“But you gotta be prepared for all sorts of distractions when you’re writing that exam, gotta be able to focus and tune it all out.”

Your thoughts aren’t even coherent at this point. Your brain is just a soggy pile of mush, frayed neurons, misfiring in all directions. He’s kidding right?

Joel Miller is your biggest distraction.

Always.

You barely have time to lift your head up and watch his malicious smile disappear, as it morphs into something primal.

Pure hunger.

He rises up from his place between your legs, releasing your one leg he was holding to spread you open, while his other hand is still knuckle deep in your tight, throbbing pussy.

Coming up on the bed to hover over your frame, you’re awestruck by his size. How much bigger he is than you. How broad he is, with his shoulders spanning twice the amount of space as yours. It makes you shiver, your skin tingling under the thin layer of sweat that coats your naked body.

“Next question sugar. Ready?”

Joel licks his lips, his pupils blown black as he snaps his fingers against that spongy spot deep inside you. The air is punched out of your lungs as you choke on a gasp.

“Fuck, Joel.”

“I know baby, I know.”

He coos at you, leaning down to kiss you. Gently brushing his lips against yours before his tongue teases the seam of your lips, you open up to him. He swallows your moans, tongue dancing with yours as he groans, sucking on your bottom lip.

Breaking away he pants as his gaze flicks between your lips to your eyes. “Y’trust me?”

For a fraction of a second, you see the concern in his big rounded eyes. The dominance dissipates as he checks in with you, making sure you’re still with him, and that it’s not too much.

You nod frantically before you can even process his words.

“Words baby, I gotta hear those sweet words.”

“Yes, Joel.” One word falling from your lips.

“Please”

“There we go. Now, can you tell me what inter-rater reliability is?”

“Uhhh.” You wish you could answer him, you really could. But he keeps fucking his fingers into you, pressing up against your g-spot at the same steady pace. The squelching sounds coming from your pussy are obscene, causing your brain to short circuit as you feel the familiar coil tightening in your lower belly.

You try to continue, but as soon as you do, Joel’s free hand slowly snakes around your neck. His massive palm envelopes the circumference of your throat, as he grasps it loosely.

Instantly your mouth drops open as you whine, eyes glazing over. He loves playing with you. It’s all too easy to turn you into a babbling mess, drunk on his pleasure in a matter of minutes. His voice, his hands, his mouth.

Sobbing and squirming underneath him, another pulse of pleasure shoots straight to your core as you clench around his thick fingers. He’s not even squeezing, barely applying the slightest bit of pressure but fuck, it makes you dizzy already.

You love when he chokes you, love feeling his huge warm hands encircling the column of your neck. The way that those hands could so easily snap you in half, holding onto your fate. It makes you ridiculously wet, your pussy fluttering in anticipation.

Joel tilts his head, drinking you in underneath his predatory gaze, before the corner of his mouth slowly lifts into a smile.

“Distractions baby. Gotta think past them”

All you can do is look up at him through teary doe eyes and whimper. In response, his thumb starts to gently circle your clit while his fingers continue stretching you out.

“Joel, please.”

It’s all you can repeat. Begging that he take mercy on you and forget the studying, and just fuck you senseless already.

“Nuh-uh baby, answer the question.” His grip around your throat tightens ever so slightly as he encourages you again.

Swallowing as best as you can while the warmth of his palm bleeds through your skin, you try to think of the answer. But all you can feel is the heat simmering in your belly, the dampness of the sheets beneath you from all the arousal seeping out of your cunt.

“Interrater r-reliability is a measure of val-lidity-”

Joel clicks his tongue and removes his thumb from your clit. You whimper as your hips rise up, chasing his touch.

“Mm, not quite darlin.’ Try again.”

Your brain flounders, unable to conjure up any images of your cheat sheet or study material. The only thing keeping you tethered to reality is the warmth emanating from his large frame caging in your body, and his fingertips pressed into the sides of your throat.

He lets up slightly around your neck, as you pant and bite your lip.

“Inter-rater r-reliability, is a measure of consistency, or the d-degree of agreement between different people -fuck, observing the s-same thing.” The last couple words fade out as he starts running his fingers soothingly up and down the sides of your neck.

“There you go baby,” he purrs. “Very good, so fucking good for me.”

Immediately, his hand slithers around your neck again as his grip gets tighter and tighter, till you’re gasping. Euphoria floods your brain. A gush of wetness seeps out around Joe’s fingers that are still buried in your cunt as you clench hard around him.

You grasp at the sheets, grasp at the hand wrapped around your neck as you writhe underneath him incessantly, your mouth falling open as you try to say his name again.

Growling at the way your body responds to him instantly, Joel’s fingers inside you pick up their pace, thrusting into you and snapping up against that spot that makes you go cross-eyed. His thumb presses down against your clit as he starts to circle it quickly.

“Did so well baby. So fucking smart, and good for me.” His lips curl as he bares his teeth at you.

You’ve never felt smaller in your life. Never felt more aroused. You want him to swallow you whole and wreck you. Then put you back together how he sees fit.

Your lips try to press together, forming the ‘p’ in ‘please’ as you go to beg him for release again. Watching your eyes glaze over, he nods in response.

“Go ahead babygirl, can feel you squeezing me so fuckin' hard. That tight little pussy is drooling, begging for release.”

He leans over you, till his lips are right beside your ear.

"Cum all over my fucking hand and I’ll pound that pretty pussy from behind till you can’t see straight, make you watch in the mirror.”

That’s all it takes. His filthy fucking mouth unraveling your body while his hands break you apart.

All the heat in your body pinpoints towards your core, as you feel your toes start to curl and your eyes roll back as your cunt tightens around his fingers. The coil deep inside you snaps as he lets off your neck, and you cry out, your orgasm washing over you in waves.

It’s searing, white hot euphoria. Endless ecstasy coursing through your veins as your body locks up and convulses, your pussy gushing around him. His fingers don’t slow down, fucking you through it as you arch off the bed, gripping the sheets with white knuckles, wailing his name as if it’s the only answer.

Forget the studying, forget school, forget anything.

Just Joel.

“There you fuckin’ go.” He murmurs in awe, mesmerized at you falling apart for him.

“My good fucking girl, came so hard. So fucking wet for me.”

He presses soft kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest while murmuring more praise. Pulling his soaked fingers out as your body still shakes with aftershocks, he sucks them into his mouth, his eyes falling shut.

You mewl at the sight and let your head thunk against the pillow.

You feel drained. Flattened. Exhausted in the best possible way.

He rests his head on your tummy, looking up at you with adoration. Like you captured the fucking moon for him.

The hunger in his eye is gone, the depth of his chocolate brown irises replaced with warmth and love. Rubbing his hands up and down your sides and kissing the softness of your skin, he checks in with you.

“Holy fuck,” You huff out as you will your breathing to slow down.

He chuckles, the crinkles around his eyes deepen.

“How was that?”

“Well, I’m not gonna be able to conjure up the definition for statistical significance or interrater reliability without remembering your fingers deep inside my pussy.”

You reach down and bury your hands into the soft mop of curls, trailing them down to caress his jaw. You trace the patchy scruff of his beard as Joel turns his head to press his lips against your fingertips.

“But it certainly is a memorable study method.

You flash him a tired smile. "I’m a big fan”

Sweat beads at your hairline as you feel your hair plastered to your forehead, yet he looks at you with same intensity and adoration.

“I’m glad I could help darlin.’ If you can stand my distractions, I have no doubt you’ll ace the exam.”

Mischief laces his tone as he leans up and over you to kiss your forehead. Moving down, kissing your cheek, your lips, his lips brush your pulse point as he licks and nibbles.

You whimper helplessly and tilt your head, giving him more access.

“We’ll see about that. I’m just lucky I have a very good study buddy”

“Oh we’re just getting started sugar,” he whispers in your ear. “That was just the first chapter of material, we got the rest of the textbook to cover, and the rest of the fuckin night.”

Goosebumps prickle across your skin as you shiver again, warmth flooding from your pussy. His fingers dip down, slipping through your folds as he feels how wet you are. He pulls his fingers up, watching the clear webbing of your arousal coat his fingers, as his eyes darken and his gaze flicks back to you.

“Get on your hands and knees for me.”

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A couple weeks later, you get your exam results through the mail. You passed with flying colours, although you’re not really sure how to be honest. But it doesn’t matter as you fling your arms around Joel’s neck, one hand clutching the ripped open envelope as he lifts you off your feet and swings you around, elated for your success.

Needless to say you don’t study by yourself again for future tests after that study session.

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fleuraimer · 9 months

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Overstimulation blurb pls

I love how Harry is so obsessed with her pussy so he keeps on making her cum / squirt but still not getting satisfied despite how overwhelming and teary eyed she got after 5-6 times she orgasms

sorry for the wait bestie 😭 i hope you like it!! 🩷

wc: 665

cw: smut, minors dni, 17+, overstimulation play, baldrry (he's so hot idc idc idc), and more. not proofread.

Harry has been sucking Y/N’s clit for almost two hours now. The only reason she’s consciously aware of that fact is because of his phone, bright blue light illuminating their bedroom ceiling, blurry numbers scribing one hour and fifty-two fucking minutes. His favorite torture device—a sage bullet vibrator that should be criminal for having so many settings—sits, unused, beside her shaky form.

He set a stopwatch. For what reason, she does not know. She honestly doesn’t have the ability to, though. It’s actually kind of hilarious to expect anything from her expect incoherent huffs and puffs, and garbled curses.

But Harry just loves to laugh.

“C’mon, Sweetheart, talk to me; tell Daddy how it feels.” His palms press down on the backs of her thighs, keeping her spread for him—he’s made her smear her messy pussy open for him too, though, for extra measure—her poor clit exposed to every sensation. The AC turning on makes her twitch, let alone Harry’s own hot breath.

“S’g—ood, Daddy,” she gasps, her eyes as puffy and red as her sensitive cunt. “Feels—” She mewls through the rest of her sentence, his tongue back on her button, laving over it, petting softly with the very tip.

It tickles a part of Y/N’s belly that sets the rest of her body on fire. How something so faint, so delicate, can be so utterly disgusting at the same time makes her head spin, in the best way.

Her head falls back on the mattress with a subtle bounce, her chest arching away for the sheets when his lips wrap teasingly her clit, toes wiggling as her feet flail, precious cries involuntarily slipping from her pouty lips.

“H,” she soughs, her hands abandoning post and finding the back of his head, nails scratching through the soft peach fuzz from the nape of his neck to the top of his head. Her head lolls around until her eyes find Harry’s once more, his cheeky, practically delighted smile felt before his slick mouth and pearly teeth (and sinful tongue) register through her vision.

Her brows draw to the center of her forehead as he flattens his tongue against the whole of her, the slippery tip dipping into her weepy opening before working back up to swirl over her swollen button until he feels her twitch, then starting all over again.

He repeats the action enough times for Y/N to lose count, her hearing staticky, vision blurry, thoughts nonexistent. It would explain why she doesn’t notice Harry’s hand falling from the back of her thigh, explain why when he starts fucking his tongue into her neglected hole, she whines at the loss of contact to her clit, fumbling to pull back on the hood with one hand as the other remains petting over his soft, clipped hair, as if to say Don’t forget about your pretty button, Daddy.

Though, forgotten is the last thing her poor overused clit is. It’s probably at the forefront of Harry’s mind, as a matter of fact, if the sudden touch of silicone to his pretty button is anything to go off of. Not to mention, the resounding buzz that quite literally rocks through her entire system.

Her soft cries are no longer soft. They’re loud and whiny, some guttural, but most sad little uh uh uh’s that get slurred through babbled curses. She doesn’t think of how pathetic she might look to Harry right now, she can’t (a fact that she’s wildly grateful for). All she can fucking think about is his tongue stuffed in her drippy pussy and the toy pressed directly on her clit.

She whimpers when he starts moving the vibrator from side to side, pointlessly smearing her arousal and his spit into her throbbing cunt. It fucking hurts.

“Stop with the crocodile tears, Princess,” Harry mumbles into her, scowling at the sight of her wet cheeks. “Cut it out before Daddy gives y’somethin’ to really cry ‘bout.”

He just had all the jokes today, didn’t he?

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estrellami-1 · 9 months

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“Okay,” Robin says, walking into the living room with her hands on her hips. “What the fuck was that cryptic message about?”

Steve sends a tired, judgmental look Eddie’s way. “What did you say?”

Eddie grins happily. “That she needed to come over.”

“Yes, and then refused to give me any more details, you asshole,” Robin hisses, poking his chest as she walks past to sit next to Steve on the couch. “What’s going on, babes?”

Steve takes a breath, glances at Eddie—who nods encouragingly—then looks back to Robin. “So… I impulsively did something a little bit ago that I didn’t think would pan out.”

Robin raises a brow. “It’s panning out?”

He bites his lip. “It is. And I’m… I’m really excited, Robs, in a way I didn’t think I would be, especially about something like this.”

“Okay. Well know first of all that anything that has you this excited already has me excited too and I support you one hundred percent.”

Steve giggles. “Thanks, Robbie.”

“So what’s the something like this you mentioned?”

Steve bites his lip again, wiggles on the couch. “School.”

Robin’s brows hit her hairline. “You applied?”

“I did.”

“And got accepted?”

“I did!”

“Holy shit, Steve!” Robin yells, jumping off the couch, grabbing his hands and jumping around. “I’m so freaking proud of you! I knew you could!”

Steve giggles again and pulls her into a hug. “Thanks, Robbie. But it’s more, uh, about the kind of school I got into.”

Robin blinks and frowns. “Okay.”

“It’s…” he looks down. “I’m, uh. Kinda embarrassed to say it, actually?”

“Oh, Stevie,” Robin murmurs, climbing into his lap to pull him into a hug. “You never have to be embarrassed with me, okay?” She says, before pulling back to place his face between her palms. “We literally saw each other at our lowest. We have no embarrassing parts anymore. Okay?”

“Got it,” Steve says, slightly muffled from her hands still clutching his cheeks. She lets go, and he smiles. “I applied to a cosmetology school. I wanna do hair.”

Robin’s silent for a few moments before, “Holy shit, Stevie!” She jumps up from the couch. “Can you practice on me? Please?” She gasps, “are you gonna learn how to do colors?”

“Uh,” Steve laughs, “Yeah, probably.”

She dances around his living room, uncaring of how ridiculous she looks. “This is gonna be so good for you! You’re gonna do so good! I mean you already know everything, and you’re such a natural, and you like it, and I’m so excited for you!”

Steve giggles again, grabbing her hand as she’s passing by to pull her into a quick, tight hug. “Thanks, Robbie.”

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heedmywarnings · 2 years

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One last time

(Full Chapter)

In which you insult them one last time. (Aka me insulting pixels even tho I'm on Hiatus)

(Written when I was on Hiatus lmfao)

Warning: Cursing, lots of them.

》 - Chapter 2

Masterlist

♤~-~♤

You were finally captured. It took three months to get where you are, standing before you are the Archons who participated in the hunt, and now they will execute you.

"Before you here, is the Impostor that stole our beloved deity's face" Barbatos started, looking down upon the people, "As if you didn't" you said, barely a whisper "Would you like to repeat that, thief?" The Goddess of Justice whispered on your ear as she pulled your hair, "I SAID, AS IF YOU DIDN'T" you repeated, the crowd gasps because they are very very shocked because they gasped.

Also this moon cake im eating doenst taste good.

"What?"

"You were born from the desires of people, meaning if Decarabian wasn't a tyrant then you wouldn't even be born!" The crowd screams defending the Wind God, "Oh come on! He stole the face of his DEAD friend!" You yelled, "Don't get me started with how he abandoned his nation for the tyrants to just invade Mond. Lady Venessa freed Mondstadt from the Lawrence clan!" Technically, Venti did help but you need to get the crowd on your side.

"That's enough," Ei said approaching you as she unsheath her sword, "You also abandoned your nation! What? because your sister, THE TRUE RULER of Inazuma died?" At this point everyone is appalled.

"T-"

"Don't even get me started with you, you rat tailed motherfucker. You literally made a deal with the fatui, you knew Childe was gonna summon Osial and you let it happen. More so, you faked your own death because you didn't feel like ruling over Liyue? Or was it because you finally understood that you're just incapable of being an Archon? The only reason you survived the Archon War was the adepti and yaksha that you expended!"

"..."

"And who's to say you didn't commit any crime?" Ei said after the shock had dissipated, "What crime!? How do you think a mere mortal were to steal a God's face!?" You screamed through a horse voice, now you've got everyone talking, (like the jury in the Ace Attorney.)

"Is your god suffering from sever little-bitchitis to the point you'd hunt anybody who look REMOTELY similar to them?"

The Archons were stunned, it seemed like you made everyone hold their breathe. "Such blasphemy won't go unforgi-" "I don't need your forgiveness, you cockroach arthritis-suffering bitch," you cut Zhongli off.

"Hey now...let's not say something will regret, huh?" Nahida said, through the familiar gentle voice, "I won't regret anything that comes out of my mouth." You replied, not finding any reasons why Nahida should be insulted.

"By far, the only Archon that ever helped the Traveller was the Dendro Archon! And she was even locked up!" You said, "You, Barbatos, you just avoided any talk about traveller's twin. Morax, why did you sign a contract that silences you about their twin? Do they scare you that much? Are you really that weak and pathetic?" You said apathetically and sarcastically.

"I am under a contract, and I must abide by that contract," Zhongli replied with a more... confident form, you can't wait to crush it, "Didn't you also sign a contract with the mortals of Teyvat that you'd never hurt them? WELL WHAT ABOUT ME? WHY AM I AM EXCEPTION?" Technically, he didn't, but if they were gonna use lies and deception to win this argument, you might as well do the same.

"Because you're nothing but an Impostor, not even worthy to be called human" Ei said, striking her blade on your thigh, you gasped in pain. "Hah! And what are you? You were an Impostor that created another Impostor because you can't handle the guilt of being one!" At this point it was useless to argue, they were pissed off but the people? They don't believe you, but they've also lost faith to their Gods.

And so, what did you achieve? Death and your name on the history textbooks saying that you were the reason that Teyvat rebelled against their Gods...

So, are you ready to resurrect later in life to attack the Archons (verbally) once more?

Next chapter coming out idk when

#sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact #self aware genshin #sagau cult au #imposter sagau #sagau impostor au

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bangchansgirlsblog · 9 months

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can you please please please please pleeeeease write smth super angsty with comfort with changbin 🫂

Cramping up.

Warning: Angst, blood, periods.

Summary: your cramps this time around are heavy and changbin’s “busy” schedule leads to something tragic.

Pairing: reader x Changbin

Two people requested for a Changbin angst. So here it is 🥰

Periods.

Y/n hated her period with everything in her but yet she was so relieved whenever it came around.

Her cramps were always a 9/10 and her body ached horrendously. She hated that time of month. Changbin also hated that time of the month because he hated seeing his girl in so much pain.

He always made sure to note when it would be arriving down. He also made sure to run to the grocery store to get her favorite snacks, run her a bath, rent out her favorite movies and buy her a pack of her medication but for some reason (it was quite obvious the reason) he had forgotten to do it this month.

You see, come back season was officially over and the boys were on a month long break. Yes! A month long break. Changbin (since he was a part of 3 racha) was the most excited for it because it meant that he could sleep in, play videos games and not have to worry about deadlines, music, etc.

He was in such an off mode that he ignored the whole world around him and at first Y/n accepted it because he did deserve this break but it was getting annoying because she too wanted to spend time with her boyfriend.

It was 5 in the evening. He was back on the game again. "Binnie?" She whimpered while her hands wrapped around her lower abdomen. Her body was heating up and her stomach was quite literally vibrating because of how much pain she was in.

"Changbin can you please pass me some painkillers from the cabinet?" She asked again due to the fact that Changbin didn't hear her the first time.

"Hm? What did you say babe?" He removed his headphones and slightly turned to look over at her, barely.

"Can you get me painkiller? They're in the bathroom."

"Okay give me a sec," he turned back to the his PC and unpaused the game. This not only angered and frustrated Y/n but it made her sad.

She was haunched over with tears in her eyes. The room was dark and the only source of light was coming from Chnagbins large PC and the bathroom.

The AC was running but she still could feel the heat radiating from her body.

She let out a little whine when she felt the cramps intensify. Changbins constant taps on the keyboard weren't helping her at all.

"Binnie please can you just-"

"Y/n chill for a sec and stop nagging me will you? You always tell me how I should relax and spend some me time but you constantly keep bugging me to do things for you, so please," he glared at you. The game being forgotten about. It took her a while to process what he said but her body had reacted way before her brain could catch up causing her to gasp and scoot away from him.

"I'm sorry, I'll let you be," she whispered and choked on her tears. Her heart rate was beating at a fast rate. The tears began to slowly fall down her cheeks.

He rolled his eyes and put back his headphones before mumbling a few words and continuing to play. He had no idea how much pain Y/n was in. It was obvious.

She watched him play as the tears were running down her face. Her heart was broken or maybe it was just the hormones talking? It didn’t matter to her because yeah even if she did tell Binnie to have time to rest and relax, he hadn’t even had time for her and now he was becoming very frustrated with her.

After what felt like forever, she gathered the little energy she had left and made her way to the bathroom. Her body shook vigorously at how much pain she was experiencing. Was this normal? She started to question.

She grabbed the pain killers from the cabinet and reached out to grab the cup for water. Everything was spinning now and she felt faint. The world was spinning at a fast space and as she filled the glass with water her body collapsed leaving shattered glass by her body.

Changbin started to feel guilty for snapping at her. He felt even more guilty when she went to get the painkillers she had asked him so nicely for and he decided he would apologize when she was back and maybe take her out for a movie.

The sound of the breaking glass gave Changbin a scare. At first he thought it was Y/n doing something and accidentally broke a glass but as he there was no more movement or human activity going on he got worried and quickly got up and followed the sound.

"Y/n? You okay?" He asked knocking but there was no answer. "Y/n?" He called once again while pushing the bathroom door open.

He gasped at the sight. She was laying on the ground with blood gushing out her head. What had happened? Was he this blind to notice she was this badly off? This is all his fault.

"Y/n?! Oh my God," he gasped and run to her side. "Baby?! Can you hear me?" He tried to softly wake her up but all he got in response was a groan and whimper.

His heart was beating at a high rate. His hands shaking and his body breaking a sweat. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and quickly dialed and called their company medics.

He was then instructed to carry her to bed and put pressure on the wound that was gushing out blood so he did so and followed every little instruction He then had to wipe her face with cold water which instantly woke her up.

"Ow..."she groaned rubbing the side of her head. "Binnie?" She sobbed when she realized what was going on.

He could finally breathe. It was like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. He still didn’t stop wiping her face with the cold water. He wanted to make sure she would stay awake.

"Baby, what happened?" He instantly asked.

"I- I don't know," she sobbed again, "I was trying to get water cause my cramps hurt really bad. You didn’t want to get it for me and I just- everything went black," her voice was soft, Changbin could barely hear. Her tears upset him so much.

"Cramps?" He asked confused, "oh my God! I totally forgot, is it that time of the month already?" he smacked his forehead feeling guilty. "I'm so sorry my love, I was so mean to you yet you needed me," his lower lip quivered feeling bad for putting her through this.

She had no response tho, "Binnie, it hurts," she groaned again while holding her stomach and head. Her breakdown was getting worse.

“Babygirl, you need to breathe. Please. Your going to pass out again,”

“I-it hurts so bad Binnie,” she hiccuped. Changbin only knew one way to calm her down. He got into the other side of the bed and cuddled her. He rubbed circles on her back and she continued to tell her to breathe. Trying to comfort her in any way.

It broke his heart watching her in such a state. He felt like the worst boyfriend ever.

"I'll get you some pain meds yeah? We'll wait to the medics are here so we can see what to do after. Okay my love?" He was panicking again and it was so visible.

"I-I'll be okay," she held his hand for reassurance and she could physically see Changbin let out a huge sigh of relief.

When the medics had arrived, they were shocked that Y/n was even awake.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” The man asked her as he carefully cleaned the wound.

“I don’t know really. I was just waking to get water and pain killers. I just remember my cramps being really bad, the pain kept getting worse. Then I just passed out and I think I hit my head,” she explained.

“How bad was the pain?” He proceeded to ask. She winced at a sharp shoot pain that run through her head when he added a cream to the wound.

“It was on like an 9-“

“Her cramps are normally bad not this bad to the poibt she passes out,” Changbin cut her off trying to help.

“Alright, I think you’ll need to see a doctor about that because that could be a sign you body is telling you,” Changbin made sure to note to make an appointment later for the doctors. They examined her head wound one last time to make sure everything was okay and if it needed stitches or not. It didn't, which Changbin was greatful about because he didn't know how he would handle watch them physically stitch up his girlfriend.

"We're just going to give you a strong dose of pain medicine because as I said passing out due to the fact of your period cramps is not normal. So we're going to push in some pain meds which may make you a little woozy," the man explained every step and every way.

“Is she allowed to eat after this?” Changbin asked. His hand was wrapped around hers trying to give her comfort.

“Yes she can, maybe cook her some soup. That normally helps.”

When he injected the pain medication into her IV bag, the extreme pain that lingered around her lower stomach and lower back slowly started to subside causing Y/n to moan in relief at how good it felt.

Her body was extremely exhausted and the feeling of sleep came over her.

The sudden need to be held and the craving of Changbin’s touch grew stronger. She knew she was still upset at him but she wanted him so badly.

"Changbin, come here," she said groggily. The medics had left the house and now Changbin was running around trying to clean up the mess and make her some food.

"What is it love?" He questioned while popping his head around the door frame.

"Can you come cuddle?" She groaned and pouted. He was trying so hard not to smile or giggle. He found her so cute.

“Alright let me finish fixing you a plate okay? I’m running to the store quickly to get your snacks and I’m putting blankets in the dryer so you can have warm blankets, just give me a few.”

He quickly walked over and gave her a kiss on the forehead even tho she was frowning. “I’ll be back soon, I promise. If you need anything just call. Okay?”

“Yeah,” she gave in and got comfortable in the bed. Her eyes slowly close as she fell into a deep sleep.

She was awaken by someone wrapping their hands around her waist.

“I’m back my love,” Changbin’s voice was quiet and soft.

“Binnie? I’m so tired,”

“Shall we get you into the shower? just a quick shower so you can eat and then sleep,” she shook her head allowing him to help her to the bathroom where she sat on the toilet as he was trying to get the right water temperature.

“Binnie, I’m so mad at you,” she said, deciding to squash the elephant in the room.

“I know my love,” he turned away from the shower and knelt infront of her. “I’m sorry for snapping at you like that, it’ll never happen again. Seeing you in so much pain and seeing you on the floor like that scared the shit out of me baby. It was my fault for not listening to you. Please forgive me,” his eyes were shining under the dim light. He looked to cute for Y/n to not accept his apology. She was an understanding girlfriend after all.

“It’s fine my love, I understand work was a lot and the come back this season was really tough. I just don’t want you to get mad at me like that again. Whenever something happens ,we talk about it. Okay?” She laid her hand on his cheek, cupping it.

“I love you, I promise it won’t happen again. Thank you for being the best girlfriend ever,”

“Your welcome Binnie, now go on strip me naked!” She giggled.

“Im guessing the painkillers worked?”

“Very very well! My head hurts just a little tho,” he got up and kissed her forehead.

“There, I hope the kiss fixes it.” He chuckled while helping her undress, “let’s get you washed up so we can cuddle and watch a movie.”

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dreamsontheirway · 1 year

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Ain't Easy | J.M.

Summary: in which you have an asthma attack, but JJ is there to help you. Warnings: description of asthma attack Word Length: 1.4k Abbreviations: Y/N = your name, Y/N/N = your nickname

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You had suffered with asthma for as long as you could remember, but it was mostly manageable at this point in your life. You had a couple inhalers that you carried around when you remembered, but you rarely had to use them anymore.

JJ had witnessed you have an asthma attack only once before. It was when you were running away from Rafe and the physical exertion had gotten to you. Luckily, you two were able to hide out of view and you pointed towards your backpack, guiding JJ to place the inhaler against your lips. He had been frantic, his eyes wide and terrified. After you caught your breath again, you reassured him that you were alright. He insisted that you teach him what to do if, god forbid, this happened again. You had taught him the basics, and he listened intently with caring blue eyes.

This was several months ago, and you had yet to have another one since. One thing many people don’t know about asthma, is that it can be caused by many things other than physical exertion. Asthma attacks can be triggered by allergies, pollen, dry air, humidity, and even storms.

Unfortunately for you, the others had chosen a very humid day for a much needed, relaxing boat trip. Relaxation was the goal, at least, but this humidity was making it difficult. You felt like you were trying to breathe in something solid, rather than air. At least you and everyone else were suffering together.

"Ugh," Kiara exasperated. "It's so gross I am literally sticking to my shorts." She pulled at her ripped jean shorts and sure enough, they peeled up as if they were stuck with tape.

You sat in the back of the boat, fanning yourself with a magazine and wiping the back of your neck, feeling it slick with sweat. The attempts to cool yourselves were futile. No matter how many times you splashed into the water you still seemed to dry off instantly, the scorching sun blazing on you and your friends.

"Should we jump in again?" Offered Pope, whose sweat was glistening on his forehead.

"Yes please," JJ countered, taking his flip flops off in preparation.

"I'm gonna stay here," Sarah spoke, pulling her dirty blonde hair up into a bun.

"Me too," you agreed. "Feels pointless. I might go in again later, though."

"Suit yourself," JJ winked at you and leapt into the twinkling water below. The others followed suit, causing a few stray beads of water to spray on your legs.

"Want a drink?" Sarah asked, peeling herself from the sticky boat seat and drifting towards the cooler.

"Yeah, just a beer is fine, thanks," you muttered, beginning to feel a light stinging in your chest.

She handed the cold can to you, and you smiled in appreciation before opening it and taking a sip in hopes it would calm your quickly beating heart and heavy breathing. You breathed out; it came out shaky and unsure.

"You okay?" Sarah offered, peering at you from under light lashes as she dug through her backpack for her phone. Finding it, she sat down next to you.

"Yeah," you choked out. "It's just so hot." You laughed, trying to ease the worry in your chest.

"I know, right," Sarah started. "It's at least like 95 degrees right now. I've never wanted AC so bad, like..."

Sarah's voice seemed to trail off and dissipate as your throat began tightening, strangling you. You gasped, trying to find air to fill your dry airways.

"Y/N?"

Sarah's face appeared in front of you. You couldn't hear her through the ringing in your ears, but you read your name on her lips.

"Inh-" you tried to speak, but only a squeak was able to come out from your sun-baked lips.

Sarah looked confused; she didn't understand what you were trying to say to her. Then it hit you. You had forgotten to pack your inhaler today. Shit! Usually, you were more careful than this, but when you had an attack maybe once every 6 months, it was easy to let it slip your mind.

Sarah noticed your eyes widen, hers becoming frantic. What is happening? Is she having a panic attack? She thought to herself.

"J-" you choked out, hoping Sarah would understand. She did.

"JJ? You want JJ?" She popped up then, dashing to the other end of the boat.

"JJ!" She hollered, desperately.

"What?" JJ said casually; he was floating on his back in the water. "I'm relaxing."

"JJ, it's Y/N! Hurry!"

This got JJ's attention. He crawled up the boat ladder swiftly, racing towards you.

"Baby?" He probed, blue eyes wide in worry. Then he realized -- he had seen this reaction from you before. You were having an asthma attack.

"Where's your inhaler?" He urged you, lake water dripping from his strands of blonde hair and onto the floor of the boat. Both his large hands were placed on either side of your arms.

"I don't," you choked out, "have it."

"Shit," JJ hollered, looking away for a moment. Then his face lit up. "Hold on."

He began rifling through his backpack that was sat next to yours and pulled out a small object. Your extra inhaler. He had it?

"Here baby," he cooed, holding the medicine up to your dry lips, willing you to breathe it in.

It took a couple pumps of the contraption for you to start to breathe normally again. JJ stroked the sides of your arms with his damp hands and watched you intently. The others had made their way back onto the boat, watching silently, concerned for you.

You sighed loudly, finally able to catch your breath. You leaned your head back against the edge of the boat behind you.

"You're okay," JJ spoke softly, pulling the stray strands of hair away from your face. He recalled from the last attack that you lost all your energy from the exertion it took to try to breathe.

You coughed then, your head shooting up. You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your thighs. JJ's hand reached up to rub your back soothingly, and he looked at the others as someone spoke.

"Is she-" Kiara's voice spoke.

"She's fine," JJ barked, knowing you didn't want to be pitied, "just give her a second."

As a child, you had asthma attacks more frequently. You could still feel the sorrowful gazes from your classmates throughout grade school and you hated it. You were a strong person, and you didn't want your asthma to define you in the way that it once had.

"Thank you." You were finally able to choke out a coherent reply to your caring boyfriend, who still sat, crouched in front of you.

"Yeah," he grinned lopsidedly at you, a smile you adored more than practically anything else in the world. "Do you need anything?"

You ignored his question, your own suddenly returning to you.

"Why did you have my extra inhaler?"

"Oh," he started, "I hope you don't mind. I snagged it from your place. I figured it might come in handy." He grinned again, a subtle nod to your current state, and wiggled the inhaler in his hand.

Tears pricked your eyes.

"Fuck, thank you," you muttered. You felt grateful, but also guilty that your boyfriend had to be the one to take care of you. "God, how did I forget it the one day I needed it? I'm so stupid!"

"Hey, hey," he became more serious, but still had his typical joking undertone. "C'mon, Y/N/N. You barely get 'em anymore. We just gotta make sure at least one of us has one for ya from now on."

You groaned, knowing he was right, but you still felt so stupid. JJ could tell.

"C'mere," he declared, and plopped down next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your temple.

"Ew, you're gross and sweaty," you blanched dramatically, pulling away.

"Is that any way to talk to me?" He joked, pulling you closer. "Look, I know it ain't easy bein' wheezy, but I kind of saved your life."

You groaned playfully and leaned your head into the crook of his neck. Luckily, the rest of the group had resumed their normal pursuits, leaving you to relax against JJ and get some much-needed rest. His other hand rubbed your thigh comfortingly as the boat advanced back towards the mainland.

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Prompt 26 - Knee

@jegulus-microfic June 26, Word count 852

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They got a taxi to the club. Regulus thought he looked alright. James had certainly approved of his choice. James was now happily sitting in the front seat of the taxi chatting away to the equally chatty driver. Regulus had been forced into the middle seat because he was the smallest. The only benefit of sitting in the middle was that Sirius and Remus were separated.

They pulled up outside the club. Regulus had to literally drag James from the car before he gave the driver all his personal information. Inside, the club was already warm even with the AC blasting. Too many bodies. Sirius raced over to the bar and slid across it to get his hands on the bartender. A beautiful woman with dark skin and gorgeous golden eyes caught him and wrapped him in a hug.

“Sirius, you nutter,” She laughed as she picked him up and plopped him on the edge of the bar. Sirius wrapped his legs around her waist and drew her in.

“Do I need to be worried?” Remus asked in his ear, his breath tickling. Regulus shook his head.

“Nah, Mary’s married, they’re just really close, always have been.” Regulus patted him on the shoulder. “He’s just an incurable flirt, but it’s totally platonic between them.”

“Remus, Remus, come here!” Sirius waved him over. “Come meet Mary!” Remus walked over.

“Do you want a drink?” James asked. Regulus nodded and let James lead him over to Sirius, Remus and Mary.

“Reggie is that you?!” Mary gasped, surprised. “Oh, gods, you lost to him again, didn’t you? Regulus, what have I told you about making bets with him, he cheats!” She turned around and poured a gin and tonic and slid it into his hand. “This one’s on me. I feel like you need it.” Mary’s eyes flicked to James, who was holding Regulus’s other hand. “And who is this tall, dark and handsome, Reggie? Did you finally find a friend?” She wasn’t teasing him even if it sounded that way. Regulus had known her long enough to know when he was the butt of a joke.

“Oh my god, Mary! It is the best story. So Regulus was on the slopes, minding his own business when James comes out of nowhere and tries to kill him.” Sirius began telling the story, waving his hands around dramatically.

“He what?!” Mary said, playing right into Sirius's need for an audience.

“Total accident, but then he carries Regulus back to the hotel like some sappy rom-com. Then they spend the next week being all cute watching old 80s films in Regulus’s bed.”

“In his bed?” Mary raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at Regulus, who blushed and tried to hide it by taking a long sip of his drink.

“I honestly don’t know who they were trying to kid, they were so cuddly with each other. But then Barty showed up.”

“What! I’ll kill him! What the fuck was he even doing there?!” Mary exploded with rage. She’d never liked Barty and had been one of the reasons Regulus had finally left him.

“Don’t worry, James and I handled him. But that fucker had a tracker app on Reggie’s phone,”

“If I ever see that sorry excuse for a human being again, I’ll, I’ll…”

“Don’t worry, he won’t be troubling Reggie any more,” Remus said pleasantly.

“Wait, what does that mean?” Sirius spun so quickly on the bar that Mary had to catch him before he fell to the floor.

“Barty’s gone and you don’t need to worry about him coming around any more,” Remus said, not explaining anything. Remus leaned over and squeezed Sirius’s knee. “I had a little word with him earlier, it’s all good now, I promise.”

James spun Regulus around.

“Is that what took you so long when you went to the shop?” James looked hurt. Regulus hadn’t lied, technically. He just hadn’t mentioned it.

“After last night I had to get him out of my life. I couldn’t keep looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life. Remus said something to him and I’ve never seen him so scared. I should have told you and I wish I had, but I’m not sorry I did it. I had to James. Please understand.” This was not a conversation for the club, but apparently it was happening now.

James looked at him, scrutinising his face. Finally, he sighed.

“I don’t like it, but if that’s what you needed, then I’ll have to be okay with it.” James stroked Regulus’s hair and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Oooooooo,” Mary, Sirius and Remus all cooed at them.

“Alright, who wants what? It’s time you lot spent some cash instead of cluttering up the place.” Mary winked at them as she took everyone’s orders. Regulus leaned back into James and smiled happily when James wrapped his arm around his waist as they swayed to the music playing in the club. Tonight might actually not be that bad, Regulus thought as he finished his drink and accepted the freshly poured one from Mary.

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Promise me

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 2 900 Summary: It almost feels like love at first sight, feelings playing with you while you fall for someone that can't stay Tags: Ace is very soft / Boyfriend content Ace / Fluffy af / Some little angst by the end A/N: he is so gender. if you complain about alabasta ace, you have no soul.

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Having the humid and fresh weather of the sea replaced by the dry and immensely hot Alabasta’s climate wasn’t something easy to handle, and it was already showing itself while you still crossed the Sandora River. At least the clothes Sanji had fixed wouldn't get you any sunburn, but it still didn’t stop you from wanting to toss them off to stop the heat, so your mood wasn’t the best at the moment. Only that cup of fresh water that Sanji gave you seemed to make things a little more manageable, sitting in the shadow near a few barrels on Merry’s deck.

“Oh, and who are you? What are you doing all curled up like that?” A new voice caught your attention, and it was the first time you looked at his face since Luffy started talking about him. Something shifted in your chest about the way he smiled at you. “You must be (y/n), hm? Luffy told me about you! Thank you for taking care of him!”

You raised your eyebrows with a hum. “It’s no problem! He’s been helping me as well. We got a nice crew.”

“Yeah?” Ace’s lips parted into a grin and he took a seat next to you. “C’mon, tell me more about yourself, and I’ll tell you about me.”

A trade? “And who said I want to know more about you, Fire Fist?” You raised an eyebrow, watching his cheeks slowly grow red as he looked away before you cracked a chuckle. “Sorry, I’m just joking! Go ahead, tell me your adventures!”

Ace was nice and easy to talk to, like a long lost best friend that walked into your life again and you had a lot to catch up with. Staying quiet was difficult when you were near him, even if you were literally making your way through the desert. In comparison, Nami sometimes exchanged words with Vivi, both supervised by an extra-worried Sanji. while Usopp, Luffy, Chopper and Zoro followed along, panting, with dragged steps. Vivi had a resistance to the weather that easily left all of you jealous.

“What happened to (y/n), hm?” Zoro groaned breathlessly. His heavy steps resulted in small mounds in the sand that were later erased by the wooden piece on which Chopper was being dragged down by him. “Won’t shut the hell up! Almost like Sanji when he sees a woman,” he continued grumbling despite how Sanji gasped and decided to get into yet another fight with him, and you couldn’t help but to chuckle, watching Ace’s eyes widen a little.

“It’s just like that.” You shrugged a little. “Sometimes Luffy gets in it too, y’know? They just never stop bickering. Maybe it’s some sort of love language.”

“That would make some sense.” Ace smiled. “Luffy and I wouldn’t stop sparring when we were younger. He would lose to me every single time, of course!”

“So you’re that strong?” You raise an eyebrow.

“That strong!” He grins, bringing up an arm to flex it, even if it’s covered by the heavy clothing to go through the desert; you mirror his grin, about to comment when Luffy’s complaining has both of you turning to watch him.

“I’m tired and hungryyy!” Luffy drags himself after you with a big pout. “Help me convince Sanji that we should eat!” He tugged on your sleeve then at Ace’s, but it wasn’t like he could do much.

Vivi shook her head. “We just took a pause at Erumalu, Luffy! We should save energy for later!”

Luffy frowned, hunching more. “But I’m sooo hungry! And very, very thirsty!”

She raised an eyebrow at him, slowly softening up according to how dramatic he got—she didn’t have the same resistance as the crew, and apparently Ace. “Well, we can stop as soon as the sun sets, so let’s focus on finding some rocks that we can rest nearby when the time comes. Do you think you can keep an eye out for them?”

“Just find rocks?” Luffy’s mood immediately lightened up as he giggled, quickly moving forward and hooking an arm around Usopp’s neck. “C’mon, help me find the next rocks! Then we can rest!”

“That’s not really what she said, Luffy...” Nami tried fruitlessly.

His antics had you chuckling a little, but just hearing about water somehow made your throat feel dry. Your eyes squinted at the horizon; the ground and the sky seemed to tremble under the immense heat, and the fact that sand extended itself for as far as your eyes could reach didn’t help. The heat was like an itch you couldn’t get rid of. Would this ever end?

A water bottle was suddenly shoved in front of you, making you stumble a little. “Here. Drink some of it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Ace, unable to hold back a smile. He was so sympathetic. “No, it is fine! I have my own water bottle with me, don’t worry about it! We just started our way, according to Vivi, so it’s best if I save water!”

“Then drink some of mine, I don’t mind!” Ace took a step forward so he could stop right in front of you.

“Ace...” You sighed, trying to take a step aside just for him to follow you. “Saving water counts for you as well!”

Ace rolled his eyes a little. “Your face is too red, but I am fine. Aside from that, I can handle heat well, y’know.” A proud smile adorned his features as he pushed the bottle your way, and you couldn’t help but just accept it, trying to balance how much you drank between feeling satisfied and not using much of his water. “This will help.” Ace placed his hat on top of your head, and you were about to complain when he pulled his shemagh over his head in a hood sort of way; he chuckled at how you scoffed. “Where is the shemagh you had?”

“Flew away back in Erumalu. Come on.” You handed his bottle back, finally allowed to walk past him without being stopped. “Look, they’ve continued walking without us!”

“We can catch up, don’t worry!” Ace took your hand in his, putting his bottle away with his free one. “There’s no need to rush if they are not out of sight. Do you need me to carry your stuff?”

“You’re already doing more than you should!” You squeezed his hand with a smile.

The weather got colder according to how the sun went down, slowly making it more bearable; the weight on your head that clouded your thoughts slowly wore out, only leaving behind a tiredness that would certainly have you out like a light at the moment you rested your head.

"Hah, look at you!" Ace smiled, only letting go of your hand when you had to place your things down so you could camp for the night. "Feeling a lot better, aren't you?"

"Yeah!" You let your things fall to the ground and stretched with a soft groan. "And hungry..."

"Sanjiii..." The way Luffy walked past you almost as if summoned at the mention of food startled you; you sweatdrop while observing him.

Sanji clicked his tongue. "Give me a moment and I'll prepare dinner!"

It took a few minutes to put up the tents you needed for the night and, by the time you were done, it didn’t even feel like the same place that almost made you die of heat now had you almost dying of cold. You clung to the same clothes that you wanted to toss off not even a couple of hours ago.

“Why is it s—so cold at n—night?” Usopp trembled as he took a blanket to wrap it around himself, which he ended up sharing as Luffy took a seat next to him.

Vivi smiled a little as she organized her things before she would also sit down near the bonfire Sanji had made to heat up the food, joining everyone else in a circle around it. “There is nothing to absorb the heat of the day, so the nights can even get below 0 degrees celsius! We are going to be fine, though!”

“H—Hey, Chopper!” Usopp and Luffy called over the reindeer, resulting in another fight you weren’t able to follow; a tugging on your clothes had you looking down to see Ace patting the spot next to him on the blanket he had extended on the ground.

Ace smiled as he observed you, holding out his water bottle once again, making you frown a little whilst pushing it back to him. “Save it for yourself!” He rolled his eyes half heartedly at your words, taking a swig of it himself instead before he could put it away. Your eyes averted to the sky, observing how starry it was tonight. Of course you watched the stars often when on the sea, but they seemed a little different there. Sometimes you went so far that even the stars didn’t seem the same. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, yes!” He leaned back on his hands with a soft sigh, following your gaze to the sky. “Thing’s a little harder than I imagined, but it’s alright. I see you liked it, hm?”

You raised an eyebrow and Ace nodded to your head in response, which had your cheeks burning. “Oh, I’m sorry! I ended up forgetting about it!” The hat had a couple of symbols on the front, a smiling and a frowning face that you almost questioned him about, instead preferring to just let it rest on his lap. “It was of great help!” Despite not seeming to feel cold, his cheek felt cold when you pressed a kiss to it, but it seemed to quickly change given how red it turned, worthy of a chuckle; Ace even grabbed his hat to cover his face.

“Food is ready!” Sanji announced, helped out by Chopper to hand out the bowls of food, as usual. Vivi and Nami were the first ones to be served, of course, followed by you and Ace. “Here it is, dearest (y/n)! And some for you as well, Ace!”

“Thank you!” You grinned. The warmth of the food was well welcomed by your cupped hands that held onto it until they were warm enough, and finally started to eat.

Eating Sanji’s warm and delicious food after a long day was so rewarding, to a point the usual talk that happened during the meals was now replaced by a comfortable silence of content. While you still slowly munched on your food, you quietly observed Ace clean his utensils already since he was by then done with his meal. Now that your body wasn’t even heated up due to the constant moving, the cold felt a lot more intense.

Ace raised an eyebrow when you shuffled around, curling up more. “You’re cold,” he pointed out, finishing to clean his fork. Of course; you just shrugged a little, nodding in response. With the fork put aside, Ace moved closer to you, throwing an arm around you. At first it was normal, but soon a comfortable and nice heat irradiated from him. “Does it feel okay?” He was close. His breath fanned against your ear.

“Yes, of course.” You smiled, leaning into his touch, and the way he grinned triggered a funny feeling in your chest that you wished it would never go away.

The silence, after the meal, was replaced by a calm and soft conversation that reflected how tired all of you were. Even Sanji wasn't as scandalous as he usually was, limited to quiet flirting and already discarding his cigarette. Your attention was pulled away from the others at the moment your bowl was removed from your hands, by Ace, who was cleaning it before you could even mutter a word. You clicked your tongue, making him chuckle.

“Do you want to lie down already?”

“Sounds good.” You helped Ace out with gathering your stuff so you could go into the tent, this time being fast enough to get most of the things before he could bother himself. The shoes and extra clothing were discarded aside and you fell to the makeshift bed with a soft sigh, knowing it wouldn’t feel that comfortable if it weren’t for the tiredness. As simple as it was, the tent gave you a sense of comfort that was intensified when Ace joined you, wrapping his arms around your torso as his head rested on your chest. “What are you doing?”

“We need to heat up,” he whispered, pulling himself closer. “Is it alright?”

“‘Feels good,” you admitted quietly. It was as if you were in certain debt with him given everything he was doing, so you brought a hand to hold onto his upper arm while the other played with his hair, running your fingers along his strands until his breathing became softer and deeper, short before you could feel your thoughts slipping from your grasp.

𓆟

The new day already started quite agitated. First of all, you woke up covered in sand, then managed to get all your stuff stolen those weird Warusagi birds, followed by Luffy returning with a camel while chased by two Great Sandora lizards that easily became your meal after Luffy, Sanji and Zoro joined forces to defeat it.

“Sorry for Luffy,” Ace said again as the two of you sat together in the shadow of the rocks Luffy had spotted earlier, now resting after your meal, a little away from the others. Both of you had your legs crossed, leaning back against the rock wall; he had lent you his hat during the walk again, which rested on your lap at the moment, your fingers playing with its cord.

“No need to apologize so much!” You shook your head. “We’ve been with him long enough to notice how he is, and we’re ready to deal with it. Not to mention that he also helps us out, so...” You shrugged.

“Yes, still...” Ace trailed off as he bit on the skin around his thumb, but soon pushed the thoughts away with a groan, and there he was again, wrapping his arms around your torso to rest his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t help but hug him back, though adjusting your position a little until your cheek was pressed to his; he chuckled with it and so did you, nuzzling Ace a little, and... your eyes met his.

A smile continued lingering on your faces, twisting a little as if thrilled because you were doing something wrong, and the visual contact broke. Instead, it was Ace’s eyes traveling from yours to your lips in a silent question that you answered by leaning in to press your lips together. It was a soft kiss that held nothing but a genuine feeling behind it, at the same time demanding something you couldn’t quite place. The kiss wasn’t over so fast, only deepening with how his arms wrapped around you tighter, sending your heart fluttering, and you could bet he felt the same when you cupped the back of his neck to tilt his head so you could guide the kiss.

Pulling away was hard, also. It almost felt like each other would disappear if you kept your lips apart for too long, so it was followed by soft and longing pecks until all that rested were shy smiles and red faces. Your gaze met again, so you both chuckled; you brushed your nose against Ace’s before giving him another kiss.

“Look at you,” you mumbled adoringly, letting a hand fall to around his waist to hold him close as you nuzzled a spot under his ear; Ace didn’t know how to react, clearly, looking away as his cheeks adorned a bright red tone along with his cute freckles.

“Y’know,” Ace mumbled and gulped, taking a long pause, “I am... going to leave soon once I... find this Scorpion guy, y’know?” Ace’s words had too much space between them, spoken slowly as if he pondered each one of them. He cleaned his throat. “And maybe you could join the Whitebeard crew? I—I am not trying to, um, take you away from your friends, but... It would be nice. Maybe.”

Your heart sank a little with it and you sighed deeply, letting your hand fall from your neck to his, intertwining your fingers. “Ah, Ace, I... I really wish I could.” You observed your finger run along his knuckles, tracing them. “But what I want can only be achieved with this crew.”

“I understand, I’m so sorry for asking—”

“I would go with you if I could,” you mumbled, internally hitting yourself—was it too quick? But your life probably wouldn’t be that long, after all, because you surely wouldn’t be as lucky as someone like the pirates that could even retire in calm places far from the marine’s attention after growing too old to explore the sea or content with what they’d already achieved. It wouldn’t be everyday you’d find someone who clicked that well with you like Ace did, and it seemed like he felt the same about himself and regarding you. “Just like I know you’d come with me if you could, but things aren’t that easy.” You gave his hand a squeeze. “Still, I can go after you whenever I can, and you can come after me whenever you can.”

Ace let out a breath, sounding like he had been holding it for a time now. “Alright... Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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semiweirdshipper · 2 years

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Killers' reactions to a reader who's pants were pulled down while they were on a hook. (Part one).

Michael

He heard you scream a second time a few seconds after hooking you, and he suspiciously turned around to see you struggling to cover your vividly exposed crotch. Ace and Nea giggled loudly just behind some bushes to the right. They must have been the ones who did this.

Whenever you noticed his lingering gaze, Michael didn't like the way you flinched in horror, your body shaking as you cried in embarrassment and fear. Honestly, what a sucky thing to do to someone who was literally about to die.

Since they were here, Michael marched over to the unsuspecting survivors, immediately sliced open Ace's back and reached out for Nea's throat. With Nea dead on the ground and Ace perched on a hook, he went back to you.

You wouldn't look at him as one hand covered your face and the other lay splayed over your crotch, whimpers and cries endlessly filling the atmosphere. You looked miserable.

Sliding his knife in his pocket, Michael bent down, startling you as his bloody hands grabbed the edges of your pants and swiftly pulled them up over your hips. Then he casually stepped back, taking in your gasp and the look of utter shock and gratitude on your face. Hmp...

Michael's smirk was hidden behind his mask as he turned away. Maybe he'd give that last survivor some time to pull you off the hook before ending this trial.

Jeffrey

He was in the midst of chasing Feng when he lost her behind some pillars. Then he heard a loud, defensive shout and raised a brow as he followed the trail that led to the exact spot you were hooked, and...

"Well hot damn," Jeffrey's eyes went wide as he stared down at your exposed crotch. You shrieked in surprise at his presence and quickly reached down to cover yourself, your face flushed and body trembling in humiliation.

Smirking with a chuckle, Jeffrey took a few steps forward and shamelessly continued to look at you, "So was you survivors being naughty little things, or are you just tryin' to show off?"

As you painfully turned your flustered face as far off to the side as you possibly could, whimpering in a mixture of fear and embarrassment, Jeffrey heard laughter and turned to see Feng and Meg high-five each other in victory before sprinting away.

"Aw hell," Jeffrey chuckled, amused by the whole charade as he moved forward and reached down to yank your pants up. "Ain't nothin' worth gettin' all embarrassed about."

Grinning once he was done, Jeffrey looked right into your flustered, shocked eyes, his voice becoming a seductive whisper as he lifted sir-cuts-a-lot and languidly licked the dull edge, "Anyone ever tell ya I'm good at usin' my mouth?"

As you bashfully keened in embarrassment, Jeffrey patted your head and took off, eager to see if the survivors would conjure another pants prank.

Herman

Using his static blast, Herman had expected that you would have been pulled from the hook by the time he returned to capture your friends, but... Apparently not.

Whenever Herman arrived on scene, there were no other survivors to be found, but you... You were in a struggle- your limbs thrashing around and your mouth hung open in a panic as you fought to pull up your pants and underwear, and when you finally noticed him, you screamed in terror.

Unlatching his mouth straps, Herman set his bat down and walked up to you, "How did this happen?"

You were sobbing into one of your hands while covering your privates with the other, "D-David."

Good grief. Herman sighed, dissatisfied by this display of disrespect and ill mannerism. You were a mess too, crying and shaking and trying to hide yourself from him, vulnerable, humiliated and exposed. "Do I have your permission 'to'?" He kept his glowing eyes on yours, mindlessly gesturing to your nether regions.

"Please..." You sputter, desperately trying to hide yourself away.

"Hold still," Herman stepped up to you and reached down to carefully pull your pants up, even going so far as to refasten the button, "There."

"Thank you," You whimpered gratefully, roughly wiping at your messy eyes and face.

"Here," Herman pulled out a folded handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to you, "My apologies for the blood."

And then he took his leave, off to get you revenge on David.

Bubba

There are survivors he does and doesn't enjoy hooking. You're one of the ones he doesn't enjoy hooking, and when he goes back to check if you're okay after unleashing an alarming scream, he ends up squealing in disbelief and horror.

Your pants were down thus flashing him with your delicate privates. Ahhhhhhh! He practically wailed, embarrassed, ashamed and utterly perplexed. Why were your pants down? Why? He covered his face, calming only when he heard your frantic cries-

"I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry. They pulled my pants down. I'm sorry. I just wanna die..."

At the sound of your confession, Bubba sprinted off and easily caught Meg, forcing her back to the hook and dropping her in front of you. Whilst keeping his eyes averted, he squealed and chirped loudly while gesturing from her to you, making frantic 'pull-up' motions with his hands.

"A-are you serious? You want 'me' to pull up their stupid-"

Bubba squealed, lifting his hammer in warning. Meg flinched and quickly went to roughly yank your pants up, cursing at you under her breath. After she pulled you off the hook, Bubba smashed her upside the head with his hammer and then rushed over to you.

Brisk and gently he patted your shaking shoulders, trying to reassure you and see if you were okay. "Th-thank you," You nodded, and he smiled in relief, hugging you fast and then going to hook the traitor.

Frank

He was circling back whenever he thought he heard footsteps, caught off guard by the sounds of laughter and frantic protests. As he went inside the building, he flinched and covered his eyes at the sight of your exposed crotch.

"Jesus, what the hell?" He snapped aggressively, "Why the fuck are your pants down?"

In the background, Frank heard maniacal laugher and searched around to find Kate and Élodie making lewd gestures above the stairs, obviously mocking you and him both. Those obnoxious mother-mmm...

At the sight of his clenching fists, the two pranksters fled leaving Frank stewing in a pit of anger and embarrassment. You weren't faring much better by the sound of your terrified whimpers and humiliated cries. Dammit...

"Uh... I-um..." Frank rubbed his neck while awkwardly approaching you, his gaze averted, "If you let me, I'll uh... Look, just give me your stupid permission and I'll pull your pants up, alright?"

"Ok," Came your ghostly whisper.

Taking in a deep breath, Frank was grateful that his mask covered his heated face as he shyly stopped in front of you, unable to keep from checking you out as he grabbed your pants and swiftly pulled them up to your hips. "Those sorry bitches are gonna pay..." He swore.

Stepping back, he was overwhelmed by your brutal sniffles and anxious sobs, and couldn't help himself when he said, "Quit crying. I'm gonna get them back, alright?"

And then he turned and rushed away before the urge to comfort you more shined through, or the growing warmth in his own pants... Stupid fucking survivors...

Caleb

He saw it happen from a distance. Nea walked right up to you, tore your pants down and laughed directly in your face as you struggled and cried to cover yourself. What disrespectful nonsense.

As the prankster ran away at his approach, Caleb stopped by your hook and lingered in place, his brows raised as he took in your stance. "Gotta admit... Them vultures put on a helluva damn show," He snickered, "Can't say I ain't impressed."

You keened in embarrassment, looking up at him and then flinching as you fought to keep your crotch covered and face averted. He chuckled at your obvious shyness and slowly walked forward, saying teasingly, "Ya know, we could make a trade off. Ya show me yirs, an' I'll show ya mine."

As you made adorable little noises of horror, shock and bashfullness, Caleb chuckled and lowered his gun, "I'm jus' messin' with ya, sugar. Now, ya want me to do the honors here?"

Taking in your fast nods, Caleb took his time bending down, whistling loudly as he grabbed your pants and slowly pulled them back up. You were hiding behind your hands, looking absolutely adorable.

"Gotta say, sugar," He mumbled beside your ear, "I wouldn't mind seein' another show like this again."

As you whined in shy embarrassment, Caleb chuckled fondly and took off.

#dead by daylight #dbd #fanfiction #slashers #caleb quinn x reader #herman carter x reader #michael myers x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #frank morrison x reader #jeffrey hawk x reader #reader insert #Jeffrey is my fictional husband #I just thought everyone should know that #slasher fanfiction

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 14 days

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☠️ Sandstorm & Fire

Sandstorm & Fire: Traveling through the Sandra Desert, you are trying your best to ignore the flirtatious advances of Luffy’s older brother Ace. When a sandstorm hits and you are separated, you have to rely on Ace to keep you warm.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Material, Injury, Blood.

To Note: Ace x NAMED!FemReader.

Word Count: ~9.5k

The Sandora Desert stretches before you, an endless sea of golden dunes undulating under the fierce sun. You grew bored of the sight ten minutes into the journey. The heat, relentless and unyielding, beats down on your covered form, but you feel at ease in this harsh environment. It's the cold nights that worry you, but for now, the day is sweltering and familiar.

Ace walks ahead of the group, his bare chest glistening with sweat. Obnoxiously handsome and charming… He’s been showing off his fire abilities, creating small bursts of flame in his palm that make Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp gape in awe.

"Look at this one!" Ace exclaims, a playful grin on his face as he sends a plume of fire into the air. You have to hand it to him, he is good with his devil fruit powers.

"Whoa! Do it again!" Luffy shouts, jumping up and down like an excited child.

Chopper's eyes sparkle with fascination. "That's so cool!"

Usopp tries to maintain his composure but fails miserably. "Yeah, uh, not bad. I could do that too if I had... uh... a lighter."

You roll your eyes at their antics. Ace catches your gaze and winks. You quickly look away, feeling a warmth on your cheeks that's definitely not from the desert sun. He's been a thorn in your side since he joined up, and not for the reason you'd think.

"You know," Vivi says, sidling up next to you with a sly smile. "Ace has been quite taken with you."

Nami joins in with a laugh. "Yeah, Sela. I think he's trying to impress you."

You shake your head, pulling your scarf tighter around your face. "He's just showing off for everyone."

"Sure," Vivi teases, her tone light but mischievous.

Ahead of you, Zoro and Sanji are engaged in yet another petty argument.

"Why don't you use that map properly?" Zoro grumbles.

Sanji retorts with a huff. "Because someone here can't follow simple directions!"

"Who are you calling an idiot?"

"You! Moss-head!"

You and Nami burst into laughter at their squabbling. Even Vivi can't help but giggle at their predictable banter. They fight like cats and dogs.

"I swear," Nami says between laughs, "those two will never get along."

"No they will not," you agree with a snort.

Luffy bounds over to Zoro and Sanji, throwing his arms around them both and dragging their heads down. "Stop fighting! We're almost to Yuba! I can feel it!"

"We're only a quarter of the way there," you correct him dryly.

Zoro shakes Luffy off with a scowl. "Listen to Sela for once."

Sanji gives a mocking bow. "Oh? The great swordsman finally defers to someone else?"

Luffy pouts and wanders off to kick at the sand. Before another argument can erupt, Ace strolls over and places himself between Zoro and Sanji. His hand flickers with flames as he gives you another knowing glance.

"You know," Ace says casually, "Sela's right. We should focus on getting there rather than bickering like children."

Despite his words, Luffy continues to cause mayhem, darting around and chattering about the adventure ahead and how exciting this is. You are literally walking through a desert…

You continue to trudge on through the scorching desert, the sun beating down relentlessly. As the group pushes forward against the oppressive heat, a sudden, ominous wind begins to stir, sending a shiver down your spine. Instinctively, you pull your desert clothing tighter around you, sensing the approach of danger.

Vivi gasps, her eyes widening in alarm as a towering swirl of sand materializes in the distance, growing larger with each passing second. You zero in on what was barreling towards your group.

"SANDSTORM!" you yell, your voice straining to rise above the howling wind. How can a storm move this fast!? The urgency in your tone is unmistakable, and you can see the others snapping to attention, their petty squabbles forgotten in the face of nature's fury.

Panic sets in. The group gets caught up in the swirling vortex of sand and debris. You squint against the stinging particles, trying to find a place to hunker down. A nearly impossible task with the wind pushing at your body. The wind howls like a living creature, whipping your clothing against your skin. Sand and rocks pelt you from all sides, reducing visibility to almost nothing. You can barely make out the silhouettes of your companions, each struggling to shield themselves from nature's wrath.

Your heart pounds as you spot something hurtling toward you—a rock the size of your fist. Your legs refuse to move fast enough, tangled by the chaos of your desert robes you. Just as you brace for impact, a force slams into you from the side. You hit the ground hard, your breath knocked from your lungs for several moments. As you gasp to suck oxygen back into your body, you realize that instead of pain from the rock smashing into you, a warm body now covers your own. Shielding you from the storm.

"It's okay, I've got you!" Ace's voice shouts above the roar of the storm, cutting through the cacophony of wailing wind and screaming sand.

Bits of sand and rock scrape at your face as you curl into yourself, trying to reduce what parts of you is exposed to the sandstorm. Ace's weight pins you down but also shields you from the worst of it.

You can feel his heartbeat, strong against your back and unaffected by the harsh environment you have suddenly found yourselves in. The warmth of his body contrasts sharply with the biting cold of the sand-laden wind, a sharp contrast to the sun that had only minutes ago, bared down on you like it intended to melt you.

As the storm intensifies and the desert around you becomes a blur of vicious sand and deafening noise, you clench your fingers around the ones that have weaved with yours. The sandstorm seems relentless, each gust of wind more powerful than the last. Scraping your face, tearing at your light desert clothing. You can hear the muffled shouts of your companions beginning to fade, their voices lost to the howling wind.

"Shit, shit, shit," you exclaim, your face feeling like it's on fire from the grains of sand digging into your flesh. You are pretty sure you smashed open your chin on a flying pebble…

"It's alright, Sela," Ace's voice comes again, calm despite the chaos. The screams. "Just hold on a bit longer."

You tighten your grip on his hands, seeking some comfort in their steady presence. "Easier said than done," you rasp through gritted teeth. The pain from your chin throbs with each passing second.

Ace presses his face into your neck, his breath warm against your skin. Just like everything else about him. "I know you've been through worse," he murmurs. "We'll make it through this."

You focus on his words, allowing them to soothe your agitated mind and fearful heart amid the explosive tempest of the sandstorm. The sand stings less when you're thinking about him instead of it—almost.

"How can you be so calm!?" You shout over the wind, half in surprise and half in frustration.

"Comes with being made of fire and having Luffy as my kid brother," he replies against your ear. "Not much can rattle me anymore."

The words hang between you like a lifeline, comical yet entirely true. You hold onto that calmness, drawing strength from his unwavering demeanor. As the minutes drag on, each one feeling like an eternity, the storm's fury begins to wane. The wind gradually loses its intensity, and the once vicious sandstorm starts to settle.

The airborne sand descends slowly, creating an eerie calm in its wake. You cough, spitting out grains of sand that have lodged themselves in your mouth and throat. Ace shifts his weight off you, and you immediately feel exposed without his warm presence shielding you.

"You alright?" he asks, brushing some of the sand off your face with a rough but gentle hand, his touch warmer than the harsh environment around you.

"Yeah," you manage between coughs. "But I feel like I just used sandpaper as body wash." The grit in your mouth and the raw feeling on your skin only heighten your sense of discomfort.

Ace helps you to your feet, his hand steadying you against the shifting sand still agitated beneath your feet. Ignoring the dull throb echoing from your chin, your eyes lift to the last light of the day casting long shadows over the dunes. The sky, now a deep shade of twilight, leaves no room for further trekking. Traveling at night would be far too dangerous. You look around, scanning the horizon, but see no sign of your crew.

"Where is everyone?" you mutter, a hint of worry creeping into your voice. The silent expanse feels unnervingly empty without the familiar faces of your friends.

Ace frowns, his eyes narrowing as he surveys the desolate landscape. "We must've gotten separated in the storm." His voice carries a tone of resolve, even as his gaze sweeps over the rippling dunes, searching for any sign of the others. The weight of the situation settles on your shoulders, but Ace's calm demeanor offers a sliver of hope amidst the sand sea uncertainty. He's sensible, unlike his younger brother…

The sun dips lower, its warm glow fading quickly. You both know that navigating the desert at night is dangerous. With a sigh, you pull your scarf tighter around your face to ward off the incoming cold.

"We should stay put," Ace says, glancing at you. "It's too risky to search in the dark."

You nod, though unease knots in your stomach. "Agreed. Better to wait until morning. Half the crew can't navigate worth a shit and the other half probably already hunkered down for the night."

Ace chuckles, the sound painfully attractive. "Yeah, I bet Zoro's lost somewhere arguing with Sanji over who's worse at directions."

You can't help but laugh too, the image of Zoro and Sanji bickering in circles bringing a smile to your face. "Or Luffy's already eaten half our rations while Chopper panics about sand in his fur."

Ace grins, his eyes lighting up. "Luffy never changes, does he?"

"Not in my experience," you reply, shaking your head. "He's a handful."

As the last light of day fades into twilight, you both begin to search for shelter. The vast expanse of dunes seems endless, each ridge blending into the next. But after a few minutes of walking, you spot a small cluster of rocks jutting out from the sand.

"There," you point, relief washing over you.

Ace nods and leads the way. The rocks form a rough indented semicircle, offering some protection from the wind that still whispers across the desert.

"Hey, not bad," Ace calls, hopping down into the lower area sheltered by the rocks. He then turns to you and offers his hand to you. You take it and let him help you step down as you scan the surroundings.

Ace releases your hand, and you find yourself lingering on the warmth that remains. He glances around, assessing the makeshift shelter. "I'll go gather some firewood. We need to stay warm tonight."

You nod, watching him stride away with confidence, his stable sure even on the shifting sands. You are pretty sure that between the two of you, you're going to be the one that gets cold… His figure soon disappears over a dune, leaving you in the growing darkness. Painfully pining after him despite knowing better.

Shaking your head and turning your attention to the little area sheltered by the rocks, you sit down on a small, flat stone. The surface is smooth from the winds of sand polishing it for centuries. You take a deep breath and scan the horizon again, hoping for any sign of your crew. Nothing, as expected.

Your hands brush against your scratched cheeks, each graze sparking prickles of sharp pain. Damn, that sandstorm really had been a storm of sandpaper! Your fingers move carefully to your chin, where a gash throbs with each heartbeat. The wound is shallow but raw, stinging as you probe it gently.

It isn't bleeding terribly, but it stings something fierce.

You drop your hand to your lap, letting out a frustrated sigh as the pain lingers. The desert air is cooling rapidly, and without the sun's oppressive heat, a chill starts to seep in.

A rustle draws your attention back to the horizon, where Ace reappears, arms laden with pieces of dry wood and scrub. He flashes you a reassuring smile before dropping the wood in a pile near you.

“Alright, let’s get this fire going,” Ace says, kneeling beside the wood. He flicks his fingers, and small flames dance from his fingertips, licking at the dry branches until they catch fire.

You watch, mesmerized as the flames grow stronger, casting warm light and dancing shadows against the rocks. The crackling sound of burning wood fills the air, a comforting counterpoint to the harsh winds that still swirl around outside your little refuge. The warmth from the fire begins to spread, pushing back against the chill that has begun to settle into your bones.

Ace settles down beside you, his eyes catching on your face. His brow furrows slightly as he notices the scratches and gash on your chin. "You’re hurt," he says simply.

"It's nothing," you shrug it off, but his gaze remains fixed on you with an intensity that makes it clear he isn't buying it. It was a pretty lousy response.

He leans closer, inspecting your injuries with a gentle touch that surprises you. "This looks painful," he murmurs. "Let me see if I can help."

His fingers are warm against your skin as he brushes away some of the sand clinging to your wounds. You wince slightly but don’t pull away.

"You know Chopper is the one that carries our medical supplies? Cause he's a doctor?" You point out with a raised eyebrow.

Ace smirks at you and reaches into his belt pack, pulling out a small tin. The metal glints dully in the firelight, its surface worn smooth from countless uses. He flips the lid open with a practiced flick of his thumb, revealing a thick, pale ointment inside.

"Chopper’s great," Ace says, leaning forward, "but I always carry this. The Whitebeard Pirates use it to keep wounds from getting infected until they get proper medial attention."

He dips his fingers into the ointment, the fire casting shadows over his concentrated expression. He turns toward you, his proximity making your pulse quicken. Ace’s face is close enough that you can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the hint of freckles on his nose.

"This might sting a bit," he warns softly.

You nod, your voice caught in your throat as he begins to apply the ointment to your cheeks. His touch is gentle yet firm, his fingers intensely warm as they glide over the superficial scrapes. Each stroke feels almost tender, and you find yourself leaning into his touch despite the faint burn of the ointment.

"There we go," he murmurs, finishing with your cheeks. "Now for the big one."

His thumb brushes against your lower lip as he turns your chin slightly to get a better angle on the gash. The motion is so careful it makes you momentarily forget about the pain. Even your lip trembles from his gentle touch. His eyes meet yours briefly before he focuses back on the wound.

"Hold still," Ace instructs gently. Kind of hard to when he is so damn close.

You feel the cool ointment spread over the cut, followed by a soothing warmth from his fingers. His thumb lingers against your skin longer than necessary, tracing a slow path along your jawline before pulling away.

"There," Ace says softly, his voice almost a whisper against the crackling fire. "That should do it."

You exhale a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. "Thanks."

Ace's eyes crinkle with a smile as he replaces the lid on the tin and tucks it back into his belt pack. "Anytime, Fire Flower."

You blink at him, the nickname hanging in the air between you. "Fire Flower?" The words feel foreign on your tongue, both confusing and intriguing.

Ace chuckles, leaning back on his heels. "Yeah, it suits you. You're beautiful, like a rare desert flower, but with a fiery spirit."

Your cheeks heat up at his words, and you quickly pull your desert robe tighter around your shoulders, trying to hide your flustered expression. "You're just saying that," you mumble, feeling the weight of his gaze.

"I'm not," he insists, his voice earnest. "You're tough, resilient. You've got this spark that draws people in." He reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch lingering just a moment too long.

The sincerity in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat. You look away, focusing on the fire's warm glow instead of the intensity of his gaze. "Well, thanks... I guess," you mutter, trying to downplay how much his words have affected you.

Ace's laughter is soft but genuine. "Don't thank me for speaking the truth." He settles down beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. Oh shit, Vivi and Nami are right, you do like him…

The desert night wraps around you like a cold, relentless predator. You shiver uncontrollably, curling into yourself in a futile attempt to ward off the biting chill. Your desert robes offer little protection, and the fire's warmth seems to evade your grasp.

Ace's jacket helps somewhat, he gave it to you before you settled in for the night as a blanket, but it's still not enough. You clench your teeth to stop them from chattering, but it's a losing battle. You feel as if ice has seeped into your very bones.

You don't notice Ace stirring until he moves to add more wood to the fire. The flames roar back to life, casting flickering shadows on the surrounding rocks. You try to pull the jacket tighter around yourself, but it does little to stem the cold.

When Ace returns to his resting spot beside you, he doesn't just lay down against the thermal blanket he was using. Instead, he lays down against your back and pulls you into his arms.

"You're freezing," he mutters, his breath warm against your ear.

"I'm fine," you insist through chattering teeth.

"You're as stubborn as Luffy," he murmurs with a soft chuckle.

You squirm in his embrace but don't pull away. His warmth is too inviting, too necessary in this moment. "I can handle it," you insist weakly.

"Clearly," he replies with a smirk you can hear in his voice. He pulls you closer, pressing his heated palms against your stomach and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His warmth radiates through you like a living flame.

You gasp sharply the moment his hand snakes beneath your desert robes to press against your stomach, his hand blazing with warmth.

"What are you doing?" you hiss through chattering teeth.

"Keeping you warm," Ace responds simply, his tone light but firm.

His fingers spread out across your stomach, their heat sinking into your skin and chasing away the cold. Each touch is deliberate, almost teasing as if testing your reaction. The warmth from his hands seeps into your body, replacing the biting chill with a comforting heat that makes it hard to focus on anything else.

"You don’t have to do this," you protest weakly.

Ace’s laugh is soft and reassuring. "Consider it a perk of knowing someone who can turn into fire."

"But… Ace," you whisper, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as your voice trembles for reasons beyond the cold.

"Hmm?" His lips brush against your ear as he speaks, his breath warm and intoxicatingly close.

"What... what are you doing?" Your voice comes out more breathless than you'd like.

"Keeping you warm," he answers simply, his hand continuing its gentle exploration beneath your robes. Oh he is most certainly not!

Your body betrays you, a shiver running through you that's entirely unrelated to the cold. Ace's fingers move with a tantalizing slowness, brushing against the curve of your breasts. He pauses, then groans softly, clearly aroused.

"No bra, huh?" he teases, his voice husky.

You try to defend yourself, feeling a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Wearing one in this heat would ruin it. Too much sweat."

Ace chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. "Good point," he murmurs, his fingers tracing over your breasts again. His touch is light but deliberate, finding your nipples hard from the cold.

A whimper escapes your lips as his hand cups your breast fully, enjoying the softness. Your hand dives beneath your robes to grasp his wrist with icy fingers. The contrast between your cold skin and his warmth sends a jolt through you.

"You're freezing," Ace whispers, his breath hot against your neck as he continues to caress you. His thumb circles one nipple, teasing it until it pebbles even harder under his touch.

You bite your lip to stifle another whimper but fail as Ace's other hand slips under the robes to join the first, cupping both breasts now. The sensation is overwhelming—his heat against your cold skin creates a fiery friction that leaves you breathless.

He pauses for a moment. "Do you want this? Do you want me as just as much as I want you?"

Your grip tightens on his wrist pressed against your breast, a soft moan escaping your lips. "Yes," you breathe out, barely more than a whisper but full of need.

From behind you, Ace's eyes light up with a fire of their own, sending another wave of warmth through your chilled body. "Good," he murmurs, the single word charged with passionate desire.

His hands, which had been paused while cupping your breasts, resume their kneading and lavishing. He squeezes gently, then more firmly, indulging in the softness of your flesh. His touch is both possessive and reverent, each movement precise and purposeful. Spreading warmth across your flesh. As he massages your breasts, his mouth finds the sensitive skin of your neck. He kisses and sucks, leaving a trail of heat that makes you gasp.

"You're so warm," you groan between breaths, the words slipping out without thought.

"And you're so cold," he replies, his voice rough with desire. "Let me warm you up."

One hand remains on your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple in rhythmic circles that send sparks through your body and to your toes. The other hand travels back down your stomach, fingers tracing lines of fire against your chilled skin. You shiver uncontrollably as his fingers reach the waistband of your underwear.

He pauses there, teasingly tracing the edge without dipping beneath. The sensation is maddening. You squirm in his embrace, a whine escaping your lips as he continues to torment you with light touches.

"Ace," you plead softly, "please..."

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, "Please what?"

You bite your lip in frustration and need. "Stop teasing me... I need more."

Ace's chuckle is a low rumble against your neck, and his fingers move with deliberate slowness. He slides beneath your underwear, his touch both gentle and insistent. His fingers trace the contours of your folds, feeling the contrast of your cold skin against his warmth. The sensation sends a jolt through you, and you suck in a sharp breath, your head pressing back against his shoulder.

"Oh gods," you whine, your thighs clenching around his hand for a moment. You can feel Ace's smirk against your neck, pleased with your delicious reaction.

His lips move up the line of your jaw, each kiss igniting sparks of heat along your skin. When he reaches your mouth, he captures it with a hunger that takes your breath away. Oh you have never experienced such an explosive kiss that instantly has you craving more!

His tongue pushes past your lips, exploring the depths of your mouth with an intensity that makes you dizzy. You respond eagerly, meeting his passion with your own as the sounds of your mingled breaths and soft moans fill the space between you.

While his mouth claims yours, Ace's fingers finally slide deeper between the lips of your cunt. His touch is both soothing and electrifying as he finds your entrance, feeling the coldness there. His fingers move with a slow, teasing rhythm, spreading the wetness that begins to pool from your arousal.

You whine and Ace swallows that sound with his mouth as he slides one finger inside you, then another. The sensation is exquisite—his warmth against your chill creating a delicious friction that leaves you wanting more. Your hips instinctively buck against his hand and your legs twist.

"Ace," you moan against his lips, the sound desperate and filled with need. He chuckles once more and curls his fingers inside you, finding that sweet spot that makes stars burst behind your closed eyelids. You arch against him, every nerve ending on fire as he continues to pleasure you beyond anything you've ever imagined.

You breathe heavily in between Ace's kisses, each exhale mingling with his as his tongue snakes against yours. Drinking your taste, savoring your ecstasy. Your hips buck against his hot fingers buried deep inside you again, and warmth begins to spread from your cunt. Every thrust of his hand sends electric currents through your body, causing your muscles to tighten and release in an agonizingly sweet rhythm.

"Ace," you whimper, your voice a mixture of desperation and pleasure.

His response is a low, hungry growl that vibrates against your lips, the sound making your heart race even faster. His fingers burn inside you, hitting that spot with precision that makes your vision blur with stars and warming your abdomen in such a way you can't even think straight.

Your hands grasp at his wrist, nails sinking into his skin as you try to hold on to your sanity. Your thighs clench around his hand once more, trapping him in place as waves of pleasure ripple through you. The fire burns hotter within you, threatening to consume you whole. At this rate it will!

"Come for me," Ace whispers against your lips, his breath hot and enticing. Oh Gods.

His words instantly push you over the edge. Your body convulses in his arms, muscles clenching and releasing in a powerful orgasm that leaves you trembling. Thighs shaking violently against his wrist. You cry out, the sound echoing into the night as every nerve ending lights up with sensation.

Ace's lips trace a path along your jawline, his kisses tender yet burning with an intensity that promises so much more. But you can barely think through the rushes of pleasure crippling your mind. His fingers caress your face, brushing away loose strands of hair as he presses soft kisses to the corner of your mouth.

Your chest heaves as you catch your breath, your body still trembling and shaking from the pleasure. When you finally open your eyes, you find Ace gazing down at you with a lazy, satisfied smile. You shiver again, the chill of the desert night making its presence known yet again. Ace's eyebrow arches slightly as he takes in your reaction.

"Seems like I'll have to work harder to warm you up," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "If you're still shivering."

A painful flush creeps up your neck and into your cheeks as you process his words. More. More. The implications are clear, and they send another wave of heat through your body. "Do you intend to fully warm me up?" you ask, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper.

Ace's smirk deepens, his eyes twinkling with desire. Without answering verbally, he leans in and bites gently at the curve of your neck, drawing a gasp from your lips. His teeth graze against your skin before his mouth soothes the bite with another searing kiss.

Ace pulls his jacket from where it covers you and tosses it away to where your combined supplies are gathered. "We won't be needing that," he murmurs as he grabs his thermal blanket and drapes it over both your bodies.

As you shudder in the blissful heat, Ace's hand slips between your bodies, deftly undoing his shorts. You feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your lower back. The sensation is electrifying, sending another wave of heat coursing through your body.

Without breaking the connection, Ace's fingers move to hike up your robe to your waist, brushing against your thigh before gripping it firmly. He pulls your leg back over his hip, positioning himself perfectly against you. The heat radiating from his body is intoxicating, and you can feel his erection press insistently against your trembling cunt.

"You're so warm," you breathe out in ecstasy, barely able to form coherent thoughts as the sensation overwhelms you.

Ace's breath hitches slightly at your words. "And you're so cold," he replies, his voice a mix of concern and desire.

Rather than push himself into you immediately, Ace chooses to run his throbbing cock through your soaked and engorged folds. The sensation of his length gliding against your sensitive skin makes you squirm uncontrollably in his grasp. Each movement draws a whimper from your lips as the friction sends sparks of pleasure through you.

"Oh gods, Ace," you gasp, the words escaping in a breathless moan.

His hand wraps around your stomach, holding you firmly against his chest while his other hand presses against your breast, engulfing it completely. His fingers knead and tease, each touch adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

Ace's mouth laves and bites at your neck, leaving behind a trail of teeth marks and love bites. You feel the sharp sting of each bite followed by the soothing warmth of his tongue as he laps at the sensitive skin. The combination of pain and pleasure makes you tremble more, your nails digging into his arms as you beg for more.

"Please... more," you plead, barely recognizing your own voice.

Ace chuckles softly against your ear, the sound sending vibrations through you. "I want to take my time with you," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of desire and restraint. "We have all night and who knows when I'll next get to love you? I want to treasure you, Fire Flower."

His words ignite something deeper within you, making the burning desire almost unbearable. This isn't just a fling. He continues to slide his cock through your folds, each stroke deliberate and slow. The wetness between your legs coats him, making every movement smoother and more intense.

You can feel the pressure building inside you, each pass of his cock over your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your hips move instinctively, seeking more contact as you grind against him.

Ace's grip on your breast tightens slightly as he squeezes and massages the soft flesh. His thumb brushes over your nipple in slow circles, adding another layer of sensation that makes you gasp.

"You feel so good," he whispers against your neck, his breath hot on your skin. "I could do this all night. Your body feels so beautiful."

The thought of spending the entire night in this intimate embrace sends another wave of arousal through you. Yet, a torturous thought… You press back against him harder, desperate for more friction and contact.

"Please," you beg again, the word escaping as a breathless moan. "I need more."

Ace's chuckle turns into a low growl as he nips at your earlobe. "Patience," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "We'll get there, Fire Flower."

He continues to rut his throbbing cock through your slick folds, each movement deliberate and tantalizingly slow. The leg you have draped over his hip trembles uncontrollably, and your heel digs into his hamstring, seeking any purchase to pull him closer. The friction of his cock against your clit sends jolts of pleasure through you, each stroke erupting sparks of pleasure that make you twitch in place.

Ace finally takes pity on you, sensing your desperation in your squirms and whines. He holds you tighter against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist. You can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it slides between your swollen lips, the sensation both soothing and maddening… but this time, he lets the head of his cock catch at your entrance. Your breath catches in your throat as he pauses there, teasingly pressing just enough to feel the resistance of your body.

"Ready?" he whispers against your ear, his voice a blend of tenderness and raw need.

You can only nod, your body strung tight with anticipation and bludgeoning need.

Slowly, Ace begins to push himself into you. The initial stretch is intense but not painful; it's a delicious ache that makes you gasp as he fills you inch by inch. His heat seeps into you, radiating through your abdomen as he sinks deeper. But then your body starts protesting with a stinging sensation. You quiver and try to force the pain from your mind to focus on how delicious and warm her feels buried within your body.

When he's fully seated inside you, Ace's hand presses down over the place where he can feel himself buried deep within you. "You feel so good," he groans softly. "Squeezing me so tight."

You shudder and whimper, squirming from the fullness and tightness inside you. The stretch stings. Your walls clench around him involuntarily, drawing another groan from his lips.

Ace's fingers continue to caress the spot where he's pressing against you from the inside. Each touch sends ripples of pleasure through you, amplifying the sensations already coursing through your body. His other hand moves to cup your breast again, fingers pinching lightly at your nipple.

"How does it feel?" Ace asks, his voice rough with barely-contained desire.

Your body trembles at his words, torn between the discomfort of the stretch and the intoxicating warmth of his cock filling you. You don't want to lie to him. "Warm," you manage to gasp out, your voice breathless. The word is laced with need but highlighted by an edge of pain. Ace pauses, sensing the tension and pain you struggle to hide in your voice.

"Just breathe, Fire Flower" he murmurs against your ear, nuzzling against your skin. "Let yourself relax, I've got you." His thumb, still pressing against your stomach where he feels himself inside you, begins to stroke gently. The slow, rhythmic motion is soothing and arousing at the same time.

You focus on his touch, each gentle, warming stroke coaxing your muscles to loosen their grip. Your breathing steadies, and you feel the tension begin to melt away. Ace’s lips seek out yours, capturing them in a kiss that’s both tender and demanding. His tongue explores your mouth with deliberate care, mapping every inch with unhurried precision. You respond eagerly, meeting his passion with your own.

Ace’s kisses grow more insistent as he senses your body relaxing in his arms. His hand on your stomach presses down slightly harder, feeling the way your body accommodates him. His other hand moves from your breast to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing along your cheekbone as he pulls your lips closer to his mouth.

When he nips at your lower lip, a soft moan escapes from deep within you. Ace takes advantage of this moment to deepen the kiss further, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours one more. Each kiss leaves you breathless, twirled upin the taste of him until you are intoxicated.

Ace, feeling your body relax within his arms, begins to move. Slowly, he draws his hips back, the drag of his cock against your tight walls making you gasp. The friction is intense, a mix of pleasure and a sharp sting from the stretch. He pauses for a heartbeat before pushing forward again, each inch a slow, deliberate torment.

You struggle not to tense up as the sensation washes over you. The stinging ache is still there, a constant reminder of how long it’s been since you’ve felt this. Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps, each one mingling with Ace's hot breaths against your lips.

He moves his mouth from your lips to your neck, lips brushing against your skin before he suckles gently. Gently but greedily. His tongue flicks out to taste you, leaving a wet trail that cools in the night air. You breathe heavily, trying to focus on the pleasure rather than the discomfort.

Ace's pace continues to be slow, each thrust sending ripples of intense pleasure through your body. His cock stretches you with every movement, filling you completely. His hand continues to press against your stomach, feeling himself buried deep within you, radiating warmth. The other hand caresses your face before moving back to your breast, fingers pinching lightly at your nipple.

Your walls clench around him involuntarily with each thrust, fluttering, drawing more groans of bliss from his lips. The sensation of being filled so completely soon makes you dizzy with pleasure and pain intertwined. You bite your lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

"You're so tight," Ace murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with desire.

His words send another wave of heat through you. You arch against him, seeking more contact despite the sting of the stretch. His hand on your breast squeezes gently before his thumb brushes over your nipple in slow circles.

"Faster, please" you whisper, the word barely more than a breath.

His response is immediate. His pace quickens, hips snapping forward with more urgency. Each thrust is deeper, driving his cock into you with a force that makes you whine. The initial sting of the stretch starts to fade, replaced by a growing pleasure that makes your body sing with each movement.

Ace's mouth finds your neck again, teeth grazing your skin before he sucks hard enough to leave even more marks. His tongue flicks out to soothe the spot, sending waves of sensation down your body. You arch against him, pressing back into each thrust as his hand on your stomach presses harder, feeling every inch of him inside you.

His fingers on your breast tighten, pinching your nipple between thumb and forefinger in a way that makes you cry out. The sound mingles with his groans, creating a symphony of pleasure that fills the night air.

"That's it," Ace murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with desire. "Let me hear you."

Your walls clench around him involuntarily with each thrust, drawing another groan from his lips. The sensation of being filled so completely makes you dizzy with pleasure. Your breath comes in short gasps as you bite your lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

Ace's hand on your breast moves down to your clit, fingers circling the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation sends shockwaves through your body, making you whimper uncontrollably.

"You're so damn beautiful," Ace growls, his breath hot against your ear.

You feel the pressure building to an unbearable point, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The friction of his cock against your tight walls and the relentless stimulation of his fingers on your clit drive you wild. Your nails dig into his arms as you cling to him, desperate for release.

"Ace," you sob, your voice shaking unlike any sound you've heard yourself make before. His pace quickens even more, hips slamming into ass with a force that leaves you struggling to breath.

"Come for me," Ace whispers against your ear, his voice soaked with desire. His words push you over the edge.

Your body convulses around him as waves of pleasure crash over you. You cry out, the sound echoing into the night as every nerve ending lights up with sensation. Ace continues to move inside you, riding out your orgasm as he chases his own release.

With one final thrust, he buries himself deep within your clenching cunt and groans loudly as he comes. You feel his cock pulse inside you as he fills you with his hot and searing seed that drives warmth into your body inside out. It's a blissful heat that leaves you floating in heaven. His arms wrap around you tightly as both of you ride out the aftershocks together.

Ace holds you tight against him, his cock remaining buried in your cunt as his seed and your release slowly ooze from your joined bodies. Caught between sucking in oxygen and pleasure, all you can do is lay limp. The sensation of his thick warmth mingling with your own juices makes you keen softly, the aftermath of your shared pleasure leaving you hypersensitive. Your limbs feel heavy and boneless, utterly spent from the intensity of it all. Ace’s arms wrap around you securely, holding you close as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

For a few moments, you both stay like that, hearts pounding in unison as you catch your breath. Ace's fingers trace idle patterns on your skin, each touch deliciously intimate and comforting. He can feel the rapid beat of your pulse against his lips.

"Have I warmed you up?" he murmurs into your ear, voice soft but laced with satisfaction.

"…yeah," you reply meekly, still trying to recover from the overwhelming sensations.

Ace chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Don’t go all meek on me now," he teases gently. "I love it when my Fire Flower is responsive."

A groan escapes your lips at his words. The nickname never fails to send a flush of warmth through you, even now when you're utterly spent! Then again, you are currently cocooned in a bubble of heat that leaves you in bliss against the cold night.

Without pulling away or slipping out of you, Ace gives your body a reassuring squeeze. The feeling of him still inside you, filling and stretching you even after climax, keeps a simmering tension alive between you two.

"Why aren't you pulling out?" you ask softly, voice tinged with curiosity and lingering desire.

Ace's breath is warm against your skin as he answers. "I intend to keep you warm all night," he says simply. "Inside and out."

The implication of his words sends a fresh wave of heat through your body. The thought of staying connected like this—of feeling him inside you throughout the night—makes something in your chest tighten with a mixture of arousal and tenderness. Oh to have this any time you wish.

His fingers continue their lazy caresses along your skin as he holds you close. Each subtle movement jostles his cock buried within your body and the warmth that fiercely chases away all chill and cold.

Ace's lips move to press against your temple in a soft kiss before trailing down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. His teeth graze lightly over the skin there before he places another kiss at the juncture where neck meets shoulder.

"I want to feel every part of you," he murmurs against your skin. "And I want you to feel me too." That's a given at this point.

You nod weakly, exhaustion starting to weigh down your limbs despite the lingering arousal coursing through you.

He shifts slightly, adjusting his hold on you so that you’re nestled more comfortably against him. One arm wraps around your waist, holding you close, while the other reaches for your hand. His fingers intertwine with yours, weaving with yours.

“Sleep,” Ace whispers, his voice soothing and low. “I’ll keep you warm until sunrise.”

You manage a tired smile, the promise in his words easing the last of your tension. Your body melts against his, the sensation of his skin intoxicating. As your eyes flutter closed, you bring one hand up to rest against your chest, fingers splayed over your heart. The other remains entwined with Ace’s hand, his grip firm yet gentle.

His thumb strokes over the back of your hand in slow, reassuring circles. The sensation is hypnotic, lulling you further into drowsiness. Oh the things this man does to do. You let out a contented sigh, feeling the last vestiges of consciousness slip away.

Ace’s breath is warm against your ear as he murmurs one last time, “Sweet dreams, Fire Flower.”

You wake up with the sun high above, its rays piercing through your closed eyelids. The campfire from the night before has long since burned out, leaving only cold ashes. Groaning, you stretch out on your side, every muscle in your body protesting from the intensity of last night. You take a moment to breathe deeply, your body still tingling from the memories of Ace's touch.

The absence of Ace's warmth against your skin feels like a stark contrast to the heat now radiating from the desert around you. The thermal blanket is thankfully gone, otherwise you'd be an inferno. As you lay there, the realization of having slept with Luffy's brother sinks in. Your mind races through a maze of emotions—excitement, confusion, and an undeniable desire for more. A connection even.

A sudden tickling sensation at the edge of your senses snaps you back to reality. Instincts honed by years of survival kick in. Without thinking, you snatch your knife and slam it into the ground beside you. Your eyes fly open to see a scorpion, about the size of a small dog, pinned beneath your blade. Its tail twitches violently for a moment before going still.

A low chuckle draws your attention. You glance up to find Ace standing nearby, his hand ablaze with flames that dance around his fingers. He clearly intended to take care of the scorpion himself.

"Impressive reflexes," he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

You pull the knife from the scorpion and wipe it clean on the sand before sheathing it again, feeling the adrenaline slowly fade. "Thanks," you reply, meeting his gaze with a shy look. "Didn't want our breakfast running away."

Ace raises an eyebrow, intrigued and amused. "Breakfast?" His hand extinguishes as he walks closer, eyes flickering between you and the now-dead scorpion, curiosity evident in his expression.

"Yeah," you say with a hint of mischief in your voice, a playful glint now in your eyes. "Think you can use that fire for cooking?" You gesture toward the scorpion, envisioning a makeshift meal. No point in wasting the meat. The desert sun begins to rise, casting long shadows and adding a touch of warmth to the cool morning air, making the idea of a hot meal even more appealing.

He laughs, a deep sound that you find you rather adore. "Never tried cooking scorpion before," he admits. "But I can give it a shot."

You nod and begin preparing the scorpion for cooking, removing its venomous stinger and cleaning it as best as you can. Ace watches you with impressed amusement as he conjures a controlled flame in his palm.

"You're full of surprises," he remarks as he kneels beside you, using his fire to cook the meat evenly.

"In my defense, I am still surprising myself," you respond playfully. "Never tried a scorpion before… I think it's supposed to taste like shrimp?"

As the smell of roasting meat fills the air, you can't help but steal glances at Ace. The way his muscles move under his skin, how effortlessly he wields his power—it’s mesmerizing. The memory of last night’s intimacy lingers in every look exchanged between you. You positively adore being cradled in his embrace.

"How did I do?" Ace asks after a while, holding out a piece of cooked scorpion meat for you to try.

You take it from him and take a bite, savoring the smoky almost shrimp like flavor that bursts on your tongue. "Not bad at all," you say with a grin. "Now, do you have any idea where the others are?"

Ace gives you a nod and jerks his chin to the side, indicating a direction. "Spotted the group a little ways away in some ruins. They probably took shelter there."

You get up, stretching out your sore muscles, and begin moving in the direction Ace indicated. The sun soon beats down relentlessly, and you hold your hand over your eyes to shield them from the harsh brightness. You nibble on another piece of the cooked scorpion, its smoky flavor lingering on your tongue.

Noticing your discomfort, Ace steps closer and removes his hat, placing it gently on your head. You glance at him in confusion, but he just raises an eyebrow and continues walking.

"Thanks," you mumble, adjusting the hat so it fits better. His scent clings to the fabric, a reminder of last night. Which only makes heat burn up your neck to your cheeks.

Ace’s gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary before he turns away. A certain softness in his eyes reveals a blend of worry and fondness that warms your chest. Hopefully it means that you aren't the only one caught up in blooming feelings.

The ruins come into view, ancient stones offering some semblance of shelter from the heat. As you round a chunk of rock, you hear Luffy and Usopp arguing loudly over water rations.

Luffy's nose twitches as he catches the scent of your breakfast. His eyes lock onto the piece of scorpion in your hand, and he rushes toward you with an eager shout.

"Meat!"

Before he can grab it, Ace steps between you two and knocks Luffy back with a firm hand. "That's Sela's breakfast," he says sternly. "Find your own scorpion."

Luffy pouts but doesn't argue further, knowing better than to push Ace when he's serious. The rest of the crew gathers around, visibly relieved to see that you both made it through the sandstorm unscathed.

Vivi and Nami give you expectant looks, their gazes drifting up to Ace's hat on your head. Their curiosity is palpable.

"What happened last night?" Vivi asks with a teasing lilt to her voice.

Nami smirks knowingly. "Yeah, Sela. Seems like you had quite an adventure."

"You mean besides the sandstorm and getting my face sanded?" Their gazes intensify and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. "Nothing much," you say evasively, though your tone betrays you. "It was just cold."

"Oh really?" Nami raises an eyebrow. "Because it looks like you're wearing Ace's hat."

Vivi giggles softly beside her. "Did something else happen besides surviving the sandstorm?"

Before you can respond, Luffy interrupts by complaining loudly about needing more food. Ace rolls his eyes and hits Luffy over the head with his fist.

"Hey!" As Luffy and Ace continue their argument over breakfast rations, Vivi and Nami lean closer to you.

"So," Vivi starts, her voice dripping with playful mischief, "what really happened after you two got separated from us?"

Your face burns with heat. "It got cold," you mumble, feeling their gazes bore into you. "Ace... he helped warm me up."

Nami's eyebrow arches. "Warm you up, huh?" She nudges Vivi, who stifles a giggle.

"Yeah," you continue, the memory of Ace's body against yours sending a fresh wave of warmth through you. Then you add, "with his body."

Both women instantly understand the implication. Their eyes widen for a moment before they burst into laughter, their cackling echoing through the ruins.

"Well, well," Nami says between laughs. "Sela finally made a move."

"I wasn't the one making the move!" You protest, cheeks on fire to the point where they hurt.

Vivi wipes a tear from the corner of her eye, still chuckling. "Did it work? Were you... warmed up enough?"

Your mind flashes back to the way Ace's hands had roamed your body, the way his breath had felt against your skin. The way he had filled you completely as he held your body against yours. The way he had kissed you with such passion.

"It worked," you admit quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nami gives you a knowing smile. "I bet it did."

Their laughter draws Luffy and Ace's attention. Luffy looks confused as usual, but Ace’s eyes lock onto yours with a spark of something deeper—something that makes your heart race all over again.

"What are you guys laughing about?" Luffy asks, tilting his head.

"Nothing you'd understand," Nami quips, waving him off.

Ace steps closer to you, his presence immediately making you feel flustered yet happy. He glances at Vivi and Nami before focusing on you.

"You okay?" His voice is soft, but there's an edge of protectiveness in it.

You nod quickly, feeling the intensity of his gaze on you. "Yeah, just... dealing with these two."

Ace smirks and reaches out to adjust his hat on your head so he can see your eyes more clearly.

"You look good in it," he says casually before turning back to the group. "I'm almost jealous."

Vivi and Nami exchange another glance before Vivi speaks up again.

"So Sela," she begins innocently enough, but there's a mischievous glint in her eye, "was it just for warmth? Or did it get... hotter?"

Nami chokes on her laughter at that question while you pull the rim of Ace's hat over your burning face. The moment is thankfully interrupted when Luffy snatches a piece of scorpion meat from Usopp's stash and shouts triumphantly.

"Meat!"

Ace groans in exasperation while Usopp chases after Luffy in protest over stolen food supplies. Amidst the chaos Ace's eyes flicker to yours once more.

"Don't look at me, he's your brother," you say with a snicker, holding up your hands.

Ace chuckles, shaking his head. "He’s always been like that. No sense of self-control when it comes to hunger."

You roll your eyes playfully. "Seems like it's a family trait."

He smirks, stepping closer until he’s just inches away from you. His presence feels electric, making the space between you buzz with unspoken tension. "Maybe," he says softly, eyes locking onto yours.

Luffy’s chants of "Meat! Meat! Meat!" fill the air as he runs around, Usopp hot on his heels. The rest of the crew watches with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Ace leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "So, did you sleep well?" His voice carries a teasing lilt that makes your pulse quicken.

You bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure. "I slept fine," you manage to say, though your voice wavers slightly.

His grin widens as if he can sense the effect he has on you. At this point he most definitely can. "Just fine?" he echoes, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. The touch is gentle but charged with a promise of more.

Your mind flashes back to the night before yet again—his hands roaming your body, the way he had made you feel completely and utterly alive. A flush creeps up your cheeks, and you look away to hide it.

"You're enjoying this, aren’t you?" you mutter, half-annoyed and half-amused.

"Maybe a little," Ace admits with a chuckle. "But can you blame me? You’re quite the enigma, Sela and you've been entirely unflappable until now."

Before you can respond, Luffy barrels into Ace with a loud yell. "Ace! Look what I got!" He holds up another piece of scorpion meat triumphantly.

Ace steadies himself and gives Luffy an exasperated look. "Did you even leave any for anyone else?"

Luffy just grins widely. "There’s plenty! But I’m hungry now!"

You shake your head, trying to suppress a laugh. "Alright, everyone, we need to get moving. The longer we stay here, the more vulnerable we are and the higher chance we risk of Luffy eating all our supplies."

Vivi nods in agreement, her blue hair catching the sunlight. "Sela's right. We need to get to Yuba as fast as possible."

The group starts gathering their belongings, and you catch Ace's eye. He falls into step beside you as the crew begins their trek across the desert ruins. His presence now feels like a magnet, pulling you closer with each stride. It feels pointless continuing to avoid him.

The sand shifts beneath your feet as you walk, each step requiring more effort than the last. Oh you hate sand so much. The sun blazes overhead, its rays relentless and unyielding. You adjust Ace's hat on your head for better shade, feeling the heat radiate from the ground.

"How are you holding up?" Ace asks, his voice low and concerned.

"I'm fine," you reply, though your voice lacks conviction. "Just... not used to this terrain. Heat? Yes. Sand? Not so much."

Ace's smirk spreads wide across his face. "Good to know you can handle heat, Fire Flower."

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at the nickname. You raise your fist and punch him lightly on the arm. "Don't get too cocky, Ace."

His laughter rings out, a warm, rich sound that momentarily distracts you from the relentless sun. The muscles in his arm flex under your touch, solid and reassuring.

"Alright, alright," he says, still chuckling. "Let's keep moving. Yuba isn't going to come to us."

Date Published: 9/12/24

Last Edit: 9/12/24

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fictionalmenxyn · 2 years

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From anonymous,

Heya! hope ur doing well and i love your work and was thinking if i can request where y\n's a small girl member of tf 141 and they knew her for having cute stuff and they react to hearing you listen to rock\metal songs (like they didnt think she would be into those genre cos she's always on cute things 😂) That's all Thank you 💖💖

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Of course I can do this for you, this is a good idea! I love this consent as in person many friends of mine don’t know I actually listen to rock/ heavy metal since my father listened to it and I grew up on the music genre! I’m also doing well thanks, hope you are ok too :)

Ghost

His reacting would definitely be shocked

Like you literally have no band shirts, posters or anything that could show your into the music genre. Your room has loads of soft toys from the team from past Christmas’ and birthdays’

So it wouldn’t make sense if you listen to rock/metal???

If you were his s/o. Feel like they way he’d find out is that he’s casually laying on your bed while your showing and he hears Metallica blasting in the bathroom with you singing the lyrics word for word as if your James 😂 (Metallica’s lead singer)

If your not s/o then it probably be something like your both on a run and feel like he doesn’t find having music on is concentrating as he focuses on his surroundings and his heart beat as he is too paranoid

So while you two were on a jog he could hear your music as you like it loud and almost deafening which is always makes Ghost confused

Once you’ve finished listening to music he’d definitely ask ‘since when did you listen to that type of music?’ You tell him how long you have been listening and he’ll ask you types of stuff like what bands you listen to or what specific genre you like

He is very interested and invested in this once he’s found out and for your next Christmas or birthday depending on which comes first he’ll definitely buy you your first band shirt

Soap

Feel like he would definitely gasp!

Like when he hears the strong strumming on the guitar or the heavy beats of the drums he’ll gasp loudly and say ‘you listen to that music?!’

He’ll like Ghost ask when you started listening to it and he’s so shocked it’s like he just found out he won a million pounds

He loves spending time with you in your room as he says it’s the comfiest room cause of the toys or fluffy blankets and yet he’s never noticed your music taste

The man’s flabbergasted that’s all I say 😂

He’s like those type of people who gasp loudly and place a hand on their heart

He honestly thought you were the type of person to listen to One Direction or k-pop (I’m not trying to hate on the bands just giving examples)

Gaz

Honestly thought it was Ghost at first but when he heard your voice singing along to each lyric he ran to your room and knocked on your door

He’d say something like ‘since when the fuck did you listen to that type of music?!’

He honestly digs it. Cause I feel like he secretly listens to a few rock bands to but not metal (there is a difference)

He’d sit in your room or in the break room and ask if you went or wanted to go to any of bands/singers concerts and you told him a few

So that night he’d look at any available concerts and book tickets

Let’s say he became your favourite team member for a long long time

Price

Feel like he wouldn’t be surprised. Also feel like he wouldn’t be shocked cause he knew you were the type of person to have many interests but wouldn’t tell people

He like a few bands like AC/DC and Black Sabbath so when you two are alone you’d definitely offer to put a vinyl on or music on your phone

Feel like he’s a bit like Ghost. He’s invested on your obsession with the music genre especially for the person most people see you as he’s definitely asking at least ten questions

Buys you a few small trinkets or a poster as he wants you to show off your cool ‘hidden’ obsession as you like to show off your fluffy blanket collection or your obsession with plushies

Loves the idea of how your such a kind and cute person but listen to the most rock and roll/ metal music ever

Alejandro

He’d probably be like Gaz with the hand on heart followed with a gasp

He’d say ‘didn’t know you were into that type of music, mi amiga (my friend). Are you a metal head?’ You nod and he’d say something like cool or since when

Definitely gets you to list the bands/singers you listen to and notes them in his head so he could get you something relevant to the band/singer

Loves how you can talk for ages about the music genre and how facilitated you are with it

Also love the fact that you have more stuffed toys in your room than you have pillows and you have a lot of pillows

Rudy

Flabbergasted. He’s like another hearing their child swear

He’s like ‘since when?!’ Then you laugh and tell him about it and when you’d tarted listening to the genre

He then gets it and likes how you are ‘diverse’ going having a load of TY toys and a hella collection of fluffy socks and being so polite yet listen to the most strong and loud rock/metal music

Actually is impressed when you can to the scratchy voice (kinda like if you were singing korn, megadeth or Metallica maybe Iron Maiden songs)

Only things he doesn’t really enjoy is standing in HMV all day as you look through cds/vinyls. You take in everything when you go and search everything (much like my dad and I’m the one standing there forever, although I do look it’s just I can’t get vinyl as he won’t let me use his vinyl player 😖)

Thanks for making a good suggestion. If anyone wants to feel free to message or ask me any requests you’d like. Don’t be shy! It just will take a it if time to do it so don’t expect it exactly that day or the next.

Hope you enjoyed, have a good day/night :D

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tealfloyd · 2 years

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EVERY DORM'S GOT AN MC

"You could say that MC's the new Cater~"

SUMMARY: Due to an alchemy accident, MC has now seven counterparts resembling all the Night Raven College dorms (Everyone x Fem!Reader)

WARNINGS: Fighting in Savanaclaw's part, some curse words.

CONTENT: Everyone being a simp. Ortho's part is platonic. WORDS: 5K+

A/N: Okay, I committed a grave mistake... I deleted the account where I originally posted this *heavy sigh* I almost cried, and now I'm listening to KICK BACK (Kenshi supremacy) to distract myself.

But it's fine, all the request I got will be posted eventually. I'm just... Trying to recover from this.

Though it's a shame I can't read the comments and reblogs anymore; that's what really saddens me, but as Dwight said; life goes on, and so must I.

The good news is that I can answer with this account now.

*another heavy sigh* Now, onto the fic~

Chaos. Chaos everywhere, and not the usual kind that someone would encounter while being on NRC, but way more than that.

The cause? Well, it all started when the prefect of Ramshackle divided into seven. Quite literally.

Let's rewind to a few hours ago.

Earlier that day

“Remember that every step in the making of potions is important, so make sure you are reading correctly," stated Crewel, passing by the students to check their work.

“He's talking about you Ace," joked Deuce while reading the instructions, guiding himself with his index through the page.

“Shut up Juice, I never make mistakes!” He defended himself, making sure he was grabbing the correct ingredient.

A scoff was heard beside him, turning his head to see the culprit. “Yeah, and what about last class when you turned me into a goat?” You said mockingly, looking through the test tube to check the color before adding it to the substance.

“You shouldn't be making jokes out of it! Remember how you bumped into me? I should be the one mad at you!” Because of his tone, Crewel glanced at him while coughing, catching his attention and muttering a small 'sorry' before continuing his work.

“Man, you're being overdramatic, I didn't bump you that hard, and also, life is too short to not make jokes out of it," you let out a gasp, clapping your hands together. “I did it!”

“Let's see," Crewel approached the little group, inspecting your potion before nodding proudly. “Everything's made perfectly, good job pup."

“That's nothing, you should see my potion!” Grim also tried to get a 'good job' out of Crewel, but in his way of showing him his work, he tripped and the content of said substance laid on you.

“Not this again—” You said, worried of what might happen to you, and said and done, you started to feel a little dizzy.

Soon, the whole classroom was covered in a cloud of colors, all of them resembling the different dorms, confusing the entire class.

Ace, Deuce and Grim screamed your name, as well as Divus, who was just as worried as your friends.

“I'm fine! I'm fine!” The fog didn't last long, as it dissipated a few seconds after it started, so it was easy for them to recognize you.

Yet they weren't expecting to see other seven figures behind you.

“What the actual fuck—” Muttered Ace, shocked at what was happening.

“MC and... more MC's?” Deuce was shocked as well, and you turned your head so you could look at what the other guys were looking at. Let's say you almost fainted at the sight.

Seven MC's, seven figures who looked exactly like you: same face, same height (though some of them wore heels, but you get the point). You wondered if this was reality or the potion effects.

Turned out, it was both.

“My, what a curious place," said one of them, starting to walk around in amusement.

“One I would love to leave...” Uttered another one, hiding herself with the cloak of her jacket.

“Agh, my nostrils are suffering; who made this disgusting potion?” One added, gracefully covering her nose with a handkerchief.

“Oh no, this is bad...” Crewel stated, bringing his gloved hand to rub his temple, trying to think a solution. “It seems MC has been divided into every dorm's characteristic personality."

You grimaced, gazing at your counterparts. “But, why?”

“I need some time to figure it out, as well as the punishment for the pup who made this," glaring at Grim, he continued. “I need you to keep them here while I inform the headmaster; if they really are the same as their dorms, they may cause great problems."

Dismissing the rest of the class, the alchemy teacher started his route to the headmaster office, leaving the troublemaker quartet in the classroom, hoping that they would do as he said.

Well, certainly having this first years as a resort wasn't the best option, given that when you all turned your backs for a brief second, every single one of the clones escaped.

Before you could panic, Ace voiced out an idea.

“Wait, they said they were based off the dorm's personalities, so what if they are in their dorms?” You were about to deny the suggestion, but you actually thought about it and you were surprised he actually came out with a good plan.

“You know what? Let's do it, it's not like we have a better idea. Off to hunting MC's we go,"

THE HEARTSLABYUL MC

Walking like she was the Queen of Hearts herself, she made her way naturally into Heartslabyul; cape swinging with grace as she fixed her gloves, checking on everything to make sure it was perfect. If she encountered something off place, it's off with your head, and only she knows if it's really off with your head.

Riddle is speechless, in a good way. The fact that this MC remembers and applies every single one of the rules the Queen made herself has him almost head over heels for her. Almost because, one: she's a bit snappy, and maybe that made him realise how he really acted when a rule was broken. And two: even though he likes the way this MC is, he loves the way you are more, and there's nothing that can change his mind.

Trey doesn't know what's going on. He's the mediator of Heartslabyul, so having another person that acts as Riddle has him at a loss of words, and what's worse, you are the one acting like Riddle. But there's also the fact that he thinks she looks cute while eating pastries, he connects it with a chipmunk with their cheeks stuffed. So, prepare your stomach, he's going to bring you pastries for a while now.

Cater is excited. He can't wait until you gather every clone to do a group selfie (spoiler alert, it didn't happen), that would look so cool on his Magicam! I mean, it's not every day that one of your friends and crush has 7 counterparts, they're basically septuplets. Also, clones?? He's flabbergasted, to say the least, so you better check the tags he puts on his photos later because he may or may not sneaked up a confession there.

Ace straight up thinks this is the worst one. Not that he could ever hate you (even though is not really you), no no no, but at the same time seeing you in Riddle mode is kind of... Disturbing? He doesn't want to have a crush on his dorm leader! Though a bonus point for him is that you look good in the Heartslabyul uniform.

Deuce is just confused. Yes, he was in the crime scene, and yes, he knew about it but he's still confused. He's watching you interact with another you but that one is basically his house warden? He doesn't know how to feel about this. Either way, he also thinks you looks good in the Heartslabyul uniform. That's because they both share a braincell.

You found the girl sitting at the center of the table, chatting with the other dorm members as if nothing was happening. Hello, guys? Can't you see there are literally two MC's?

They're confused at first, as they should be, but when you explain what happened at alchemy class they understood immediately.

Even if this MC is really strict (not at Riddle level, more than that), she is really kind to you, making you wonder if that would be because she's technically a part of you.

She doesn't put up a fight when asked to come back to the classroom, only inquiring if she could finish the birthday party.

You were considering it, because she was sitting with two of the most responsible people you know, so you decided to give it a chance.

You made her promise she would stay composed, telling her to return to the classroom after the party ended. She agreed, so you sighed and turned your back, expecting Ace and Deuce to follow you.

Bold of you, they were too busy gazing down at her (since you're still short, sorry for that).

Seems like you're going to hang on this one, MC.

THE SAVANACLAW MC

Short in height but damn up in confidence, this MC walks like she owns the school; newfound ears and tail twitching in discontent because of the strange looks she was receiving. She wasn't searching for a fight, just a place to sleep, but now that she's at it she has to win.

Leona is amazed. He respects and admires women in general, but holy shit, his respect for you just skyrocketed because he saw how this MC knocked off a guy 40 centimeters taller than her, sitting on his defeated back while smiling menacingly, asking if someone else wants to try. He gulps when she gazes at him, already knowing who has the upper hand- Actually, scratch that, he always knew that you had the upper hand from the start.

Ruggie feels intimidated. Don't get him wrong, since he is from the same land as Leona, he also respects women, but he's based off a hyena, and male hyenas are naturally intimidated by females. Please understand him, he just saw the usually kind prefect of Ramshackle fight a 6'2 guy and winning, so to be fair he does have a point. Either way, his mind can't help but wonder how you look so beautiful while being so menacingly, like, how?

Jack is amazed, part two. Really, these guys are wonderstruck lovestruck. He doesn't know how he should react when this MC talks to him out of nowhere, asking him if he wants to fight as well. Of course, he denies it (he knows she will beat the shit out of him), tail wagging out of frustration because he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you her.

That's when you enter, mouth about to ask what happened until you see the unconscious guy on the floor; your curiosity ends there.

The following scene was a mix of bizarreness and comedy; two identical persons (one being the original and the other a clone) fighting like they were a mother and a daughter it's certainly something that you can't so easily forget.

You refused when she said that she would stay, at first, telling her she had to come back with you immediately if she didn't want to be dragged off her ears (very cute lioness ears may I say).

You ended up agreeing with clenched teeth, after she assured you that she will just nap and walk back to the classroom when needed.

Asking Jack for help, he said he will make sure this MC will return, so one less thing to worry about, you guess.

Relying on her brute force and Jack, you made your way to the next dorm.

THE OCTAVINELLE MC

Perfect business smile? Check. Collected demeanor? Check. Knowing everything about deals and how to ruin people's lives? Check. She may not know anything about anyone yet, but give her time; finding some new underlings to found out everything about the people at this school wouldn't be hard, nor is wrapping them up in shady contracts. Not that they know about it though.

Azul feels threatened. He's just watching this MC, pacing around his establishment while talking about the improvement that could be done. And he was listening, at first, until he saw that look. The same look he does whenever he gets someone to sign his contracts, and he's slightly shivering when she asks some questions about his business. Like, MC? Why are you asking about the clients? He is whipped for you, but he won't let his hard-earned commerce down just for you and your angel face. Help him, he actually would do anything for you.

Jade is amused, like always. She acts like Azul, but at the same time it didn't seem like a façade; he thought that this was natural for her, talking about deals and basically just acting like a mafia leader, and that makes him chuckle. He already found you interesting (being in trouble almost every day and winning against several Overblots), but now? Be sure he's sticking to you for a few days - even weeks if he's feeling like it, lord help you - from now on. Also another one that wants to meet the other MC's, though he's completely certain this one is his favorite.

Oh my god, Floyd is beaming from the excitement. Shrimpy is now acting like Azul!? Man, he's not letting this MC breathe, and the fact that said MC gives him attention (she actually thinks he's adorable) doesn't help. Another one that would be stuck to you, and he won't leave for anything in the world, even bringing you to work, so be prepared to have two eels behind or in your back.

You knew you had to search in the Mostro Lounge as soon as you stepped into Octavinelle.

And goddamn, were you right. There she was, chatting with Jade while Floyd was draped on her shoulder, Azul seated right beside Jade, making a face that resembled a frown.

You swear to God that the twins have a sixth sense or something like that, because the second you passed through the door Jade was waving at you and Floyd was yelling: "Shrimpy~!" Before engulfing you in a hug death crush, even lifting you a few centimeters off the ground.

You just wondered if this MC would want to stay as well.

Goddamn, were you right again.

She finds the restaurant truly amazing, and while she may look like she's planning something, she really is just curious to see how they manage it not like they plan to open a restaurant to rival it, no no no.

You said yes, again, telling her the same conditions as the others. But this time you had a hard time trying to leave because of Floyd's 6'2 body almost crushing you, having to call upon the help of Jade, who told him that he would have much time with you once everything was solved.

Thanks Jade. Your help is very much appreciated.

THE SCARABIA MC

A sly MC for sure. In terms of intellect, hers rivals the Octavinelle one. Ambling through the halls, she finds the Scarabia dorm in a matter of seconds, letting out an astonished grin while watching the gigantic building in front of her. Whether she's planning to conquer it or just visit it, it's a matter than she would decide later.

Kalim is brighter than before. He doesn't recognize the suspicious smile that this MC is sending at him even if he tried. Kalim is just too pure for this world, especially when it comes to talking to one of his best friends' crush! To be honest, he would give you the world if you asked, so please mind your words around this boy. Not that the other MC minds, a little disappointed at how easy it is to manipulate him.

Jalim is wary. He knows what that smile of hers is hiding (the fact that you're charming isn't going to distract him). Yes, he likes you, but that doesn't mean he necessarily likes this MC (he is amazed by her thinking skills though), so be mindful that if she makes any bad moves on Kalim, she will have to face Jamil. But that would be an interesting fight to watch.

Regarding the actual catching, this situation was very special, just because you didn't know where to start searching first, since Kalim was showing Scarabia to the other MC, and Jamil was with him to make sure she didn't do anything... Jafar alike. So that meant that they were constantly moving.

But luck was finally striking you. Quite literally, Kalim's magic carpet knocking the air out of your lungs as soon as you rounded the corner, making you swear you looked like an unconscious cartoon right now.

Jamil jumped off the carpet as soon as he recognised you, checking your head to make sure that you weren't bleeding, as well as your arms and legs.

You had to reassure him that you were fine (certainly the time you passed with Vil has really improved your acting skills), and you fixated your gaze on the other MC, who saw the scene in amusement.

Kalim genuinely thought that she was you he also was very scared when you collapsed, so he looked at you in shock for a brief moment before tackling you in a hug, earning a scolding from Jamil.

This time you were sure you would get this one look to the classroom. The twist? Kalim wanted her to stay, and you really wanted to say no, but Kalim's sad puppy face made you relent, sighing in defeat.

You didn't even have to ask Jamil for help, he was already nodding the second you said 'Jamil, can you-'.

Well, staying there with probably a broken rib wouldn't bring the other MC's back.

You really hoped the next one would be easier to spot.

THE POMEFIORE MC

Possibly the most gracious out of them all, and the tallest as well. Her 7 inches heels make the students she passes by wonder how she does it so effortlessly. And she knows what these guys are thinking, letting out a light chuckle at it. A soft and precious sound that a nearby hunter couldn't help but hear.

Vil is confused. When Rook presented this MC at him, he wasn't expecting to find such an endearing human being. Perfect makeup, perfect hair, a neat uniform and an elegant posture. When did you learn to do all of this, and most importantly, when did you learn to walk in such high heels? Vil tried to teach you last week and he had to catch you because you almost broke your ankle (not that he was complaining), and now you're walking even better than him? The only thing that he knows is that that crown suits you, he should get one for the real you.

Rook is delighted, but surprisingly, he isn't attracted to this MC. He was the one that brought her to the dorm for Vil and Epel to see, and although he was amazed by her Pomefiore like personality, he loved the real MC, and he knew that she wasn't acting like the usual kind prefect of Ramshackle. But either way, that doesn't mean he can't appreciate the beauty of this particular version.

Epel is baffled. Seriously, the boy doesn't know what to think. By one side he thinks you're absolutely stunning like this, but by the other side he doesn't like how you're acting towards them: like Vil but in a female version, and that kind of ruins his view of you. He's basically the same as Ace, he doesn't want to have a crush on someone that resembles his dorm leader. He misses the old and messy you.

Remember how you said that you hoped the next one would be easier to spot? Yeah, well, you didn't expect to find the whole Pomefiore dorm outside the common room, waiting to see someone.

Jesus take the wheel. The moment these guys saw you, they started to argue in confusion while asking you different questions that you didn't quite understand.

Rook spotted you from like a mile away, and he just carried you bridal style, quickly taking you and Grim to where the others were, along with the Pomefiore MC, who was busy fixing her nails.

Before they even registered what was going on, you told them the whole story; they were confused but at least they got an explanation.

And you did all of that while Rook was still holding you, but it wasn't unwelcomed since your legs were still a little bit sore after that crash in Scarabia, so you let him be, much to Vil and Epel's annoyance.

You asked the MC to come back with you, trying to sound as demanding as possible, no room for complaints- Oh, she said no.

To be honest, you were a little bit scared. All of the MC's wouldn't actually hurt you since you're the original and they respect you, but that doesn't mean they wouldn't argue against you. It's like she's a rebelling teenager and you're the mom.

And so, you lost. At this point you should already know that you aren't made for this type or arguments, so you ask her to at least come back after she had her fun (which was basically just exploring and being in the spa).

She agreed, leaving you dumbfounded because you actually didn't know if most of this MC's would come back.

Rook sensed your distress, and so promised you that he would bring her back, if necessary, which you were really grateful for.

Asking him to let you down, you sneaked your way out of the dorm to go to the next one.

THE IGNIHYDE MC

Extremely gloomy and reserved. An introvert by heart as she hides in her cloak and discreetly roams through the halls, trying to find a safe place where she could play and be alone; enter the sight of the Hades's dorm, a place where the majority of its students weren't at one's sight, so she just sat in the big sofa that was completely free, flinching when a cheerful voice called her out.

Idia just freezes in place. He just resets when he sees this MC using the dorm's uniform, wearing a slight scowl on her face as she is obliged to talk to him. He just babbles nonsense words while trying to comprehend why she is suddenly so... Cold at him? Sure, she shares a bunch of things in common with him, but at the same time, he enjoyed teaching and showing you all the cool things at his dorm; that and the fact that you were kinder than this. She's a bad winner; he flinched multiple times while playing one round of Mario Kart just because her demeanor. Someone help him, he misses you, like, the irl you.

Ortho, contrary to his brother, is super excited to meet her. He was casually strolling through the dorm when he sensed that someone similar to MC was in there. He immediately went to check on her only to find her being a little more like... An Ignihyde dorm member, slightly confusing him since it looked like MC, but at the same time no. Yet he still dragged her off to his brother's room, which she only agreed to after being told she could play with the highest technology.

You texted Ortho before going to Ignihyde, hoping that he actually found the MC, and you mentally slapped yourself since you could have asked for his help from the start.

But whatever, what's done it's done.

He responded a second after you send the first message, and so you speed up your pace as fast as you could, making your way to Idia's room.

When you got there you saw Idia curling up in a ball in his gamer chair, and a really cheerful MC, who was just bragging in his face about the evident loss.

You asked Ortho about what happened, and he just told you that this MC has been kind of mean to him for the past 20 minutes; at that moment Idia got up from his chair and saw you, and his mind just reset again before hiding behind your back.

This MC was pretty stubborn, even more than the Savannaclaw one, and this time it really seemed like you were arguing with your daughter (are they your clones or your daughters at this point?) by the way the whole conversation was carried.

Ortho tried to play mediator, but poor of him when this MC blatantly insulted him (it wasn't a deep cut, more like a scratch type of insult but you get the point).

It was then when you straight up yelled at her that she had to come with you, sounding as demanding as you could and to your surprise, it worked.

She hid her face, shyly nodding before apologising to Idia and Ortho for her behaviour, and you felt like you were picking your child from kindergarten after she had a fight.

After that, you promised to Idia that you would play with him the next day as a way to make up to him, as well as kissing Ortho in the forehead as an apology.

So here you are, walking towards the last dorm with a scolded MC behind your back.

THE DIASOMNIA MC

Out of the 7, she is the scariest one. Her large cape and her perfectly arranged uniform making her look menacing - aside from her newfound horns -, and even though the original MC is magicless, the other ones aren't, so try to imagine the strength that an MC coming from a dorm that emphasizes on magical ability can show. But in reality, she is just wandering, not noticing the frightened looks of the other students, looking slightly surprised when an old fae appeared before her, hanging upside down.

Malleus quirks a brow, surprised to see this MC being quite like... Him. He's a bit like Rook, right now; he finds this MC interesting, yet no one can up the endearing feelings he holds for you, so it's mostly out of your new personality and knowledge about the fae culture and the Briar Valley. But he has to say that talking to you about gargoyles was pretty nice, and as a bonus, he really loves your horns, maybe he should get you to use them sometime.

Lilia is having the time of his life. He has seen plenty of alchemy accidents, but nothing like this, so he can scratch off his list: “multiple clones that have every NRC dorm personality." He loves the way this MC acts and was the one that brought her to the dorm, so everyone could see this version of you. He probably already knew that she was a clone, given that he overheard a little about the exchange (aka panic situation) that you and your dear friends had earlier, yet he wasn't sure till he saw her aimlessly roaming through the halls.

Silver doesn't understand the whole situation. Lilia tried to explain to them all based on what he knew, but he didn't get it, mostly because he just woke up to an MC who was curiously staring at him, sort of looking like his young master. He likes this MC, but it seems kind of weird that you are acting like Maleficent herself, but a little softer. He doesn't know how he ended up resting his head in her lap, but at this point he doesn't mind.

Sebek is overexcited. When Lilia first told him that this MC was a clone and had a Diasomnia-like personality he, regrettably due to his loyalty, didn't believe him. But when she made a magic demonstration... He's singing your praises, worshiping the ground you walk on; for him, she's like his second young master. But don't be mistaken, he would always like you more; that doesn't mean he wouldn't like this MC too, especially when she is like his young master.

Actually, you were in your way to search for the Diasomnia MC when you encountered Malleus. Literally. You bumped into his chest, rubbing your nose because of the impact.

He had to admit that you looked very cute doing that, but that thought was quickly replaced with the confusion that grew over him when he saw your clone, hidden behind your back as she was scared of this extremely tall fae-dragon man.

You promised to explain later, since you had to find another MC that looked like she was from Diasomnia, and it was then when he told you that she was in the living room of said room, talking with the others.

Your eyes widen, asking him if he could bring you there, which he happily complied (it involved taking your hand in his, unintentionally intertwining your fingers).

This MC sensed that you were there, softly accommodating Silver head into the couch so she could walk up to her, asking her if she needed something.

You sighed, relieved that she actually was set on listening to you, and you asked her if she would come with you back to the classroom.

She said yes. Good, two out of seven, now you just needed to check if everyone was already at the classroom, so you bid your goodbyes to everyone (Malleus put a frown when letting go of your hand and Sebek didn't know how to feel about this situation. Silver was just sleeping).

You walked out of the intimidating dorm, grabbing both MC's by their hands while silently hoping that the other ones were already there.

The Sevens must have heard you, because when you got there all 5 MC's were waiting for you, along with some guys that probably dragged them off there (them being Jack, Jade, Floyd, Jamil and Rook; the Heartslabyul one insisted that she remembered the way back. She got lost and Jack helped her).

After some time, Crewel came back, holding a potion in his hand. “Where are Trappola and Spade?”

“In Heartslabyul, though I don't know if Riddle punished them again," he sighed at the response, nodding before adding the potion to another mixture, putting the new liquid into a sprayer.

He sprayed the mix into every MC's face, which led them to slowly fade away, and you finally let out a tired noise, relieved that the whole situation was over.

But you had to deal with a new one as Floyd embraced you, sad about the fact that this MC was gone but happy that you were there, as well as everyone in the room and in the other dorms.

Truth is that no matter what MC was presented to them, they would always choose you, as you are the only one that really makes their days happy and bright.

THE END~

DO NOT REPOST.

EVERY CHARACTER BELONGS TO DISNEY AND YANA TOBOSO, AND I DON'T TAKE CREDIT FOR THEM.

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Dragons in Twisted Wonderland (Heartslabyul)

(Long Post) Pt.1

Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octivinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ighnyhide, Diasomnia.

After turning in the stone, and saving Ace and Deuce’s student career. Y/n was surprised when Crowley said that they could join the student body, as a beast Tamer. He even made Ramshackle their official dorm and place to house their dragon. With that Ace and Deuce returned to their own dorm, while Grim, SkyCrest, and Y/n returned to Ramshackle. As Grim happily ran inside, Y/n stopped as they felt a pair of eyes on them, SkyCrest could sense it too. Y/n and SkyCrest looked at a nearby tree, to see the Skycutter from the mines. It hung upside down as it watched them, it slowly crawled down and sat before Y/n and SkyCrest.

"Hello again," Y/n greeted with a smile, the Skycutter tilting her head in curiosity. "Looking for shelter too?"

The Skycutter nodded, its pupils wide and curious. SkyCrest smiled as she hopped around the Skycutter happily. The SkyCutter being a proud dragon, merely watched in confusion as her head followed the light furry. Y/n smiled as they checked the SkyCutter's wing one last time, before heading to bed.

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Y/n had a strange dream of a girl and strange card soldiers who were painted white roses red. Sadly the dream was interrupted by horrified screams outside.

Y/n quickly leaped out of bed and looked out the window, to see Ace had met the Skycutter. They made their way downstairs and outside to help and save Ace.

After getting Ace to calm down, the Dragons simply sat and watched Ace with curiosity.

"What are you doing here Ace?" Y/n asked the scared boy.

" Geez! I’m never returning to Heartslabyul. I’m gonna be a member of this dorm from here on! But I wasn't expecting another dragon this dorm, I thought you only had one," Ace said.

"That collar’s the same kind as the one that red-haired guy's, Why are you wearing it?" Y/n asked

"I ate a tart, that's literally it," Ace scoffed as he retold the story of how this happened. "ain’t it overreacting to seal my magic just ’cause I ate his tart?! It’s practically the same as tying my hands and my feet! Plus, there were three whole ones! He can’t possibly finish all of those!"

"But nobody likes getting robbed of their things," Y/n pointed out. As they rested on the porch.

" I came here thinking that you’d agree with me about the Prefect being a little tyrant, Y/n," He groaned.

"Eating someone else’s food is not good, you know?" Y/n said simply as they tossed SkyCrest a fish. "Go apologize to him. Grudges over food are scary."

Y/n says as they side-eye SkyCrest, who gives a slight glare in return as she playfully wacks Y/n's head with her tail.

"You two are close, huh?" Ace comments.

"She's my best friend," Y/n smiles as she scratches SkyCrests chin.

"That's pretty cool I guess, so what did you have to do to Tame a dragon?" Ace asked, causing SkyCrest to scoff. Causing the boy to flinch and back away.

"I did not tame her, she chose to by my friend of her own choosing," Y/n corrected. "Dragons are very strong and intelligent beings. And need to be respected."

"I...Get it, I think," Ace said, still having many questions. "And how do you do that, and get them to like you?"

Y/n looks to Ace, then Skycutter as she slowly grabbed his hand and raised it up into the air. The SkyCutter slowly started to approach.

"H-hey Y/n! What are you doing?" He asked starting to get finicky as the large dragon approached.

"Just breathe and Relax, SkyCutter dragons are very smart," Y/n said in a calm voice.

The SkyCutter got closer, and Ace quickly shut his eyes and expected the worse. The SkyCutter slowly studied the scared boy as his fingers trembled in Y/n's strong and warm hold. The SkyCutter slowly and gently leaned her face into Ace's palm. Ace gasped slightly as he slowly opened his eyes to see how gentle the beast was. The Dragon slowly moved back and went off to sleep someplace.

"So you're staying here till you apologize to Riddle?" Y/n asked a still-shocked Ace.

Who quickly passes out. Y/n and SkyCrest looked down at him and sighed as they carried him into Ramshackle. Dropping him on the dusty couch.

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Deuce had a better time coming to Ramshackle in the morning as the SkyCutter went out hunting for breakfast. So Ace, Deuce, Y/n, SkyCrest, and Grim made their first steps into the school as official students.

Grimm was proud and bragging about how all the students were looking in awe of him. When Really they were looking at the large 22-foot-long pearly Dragon standing by Y/n's side. Y/n decided to not burst Grimms hopes, so kept quiet. While SkyCrest smiled proudly and walked with a confident stride.

As they made their way into the magic mirror to Heartslabyul. Y/n, Grimm, and SkyCrest looked at this new place in awe. At the impressive palace-looking dorm, the fields of rose bushes and weirdly shaped bush hedges. Yet the light fury couldn't ignore the strange smell around the strange red roses.

"Oh, no. I gotta hurry and paint these roses red. If there are some left unpainted, it’s off with my head," said a worried voice.

The group looked into the rose maze to see an orange hair student, rushing about and painting all the white roses, red. This felt oddly strange and familiar to Y/n as they thought back to the dream. However soon the strange Orange haired boy noticed the first years watching him.

"Hm? Did you guys need something?" The boy asked.

"What’re you doin’?" Grimm asked

" This? As you can see, I’m painting the roses red," The boy said.

"Why would you do that? Why not just grow red flowers in the first place?" Y/n asked with a confused raised brow.

"Hm~ Your reactions are so fresh it’s kinda cute~!" The boy complimented Y/n. " Now that I look at you closely, you guys are the freshies who totally wrecked the 10mil chandelier and caused a ruckus yesterday."

"I feel like they won’t let that chandelier thing go until we graduate…" Ace sighed.

" Oh, I’m Cater Diamond, a 3rd year. That makes me your senior~ Call me Cater-kun, okay? Cate’s fine, too~♡ Heya, heya~," Cater smiles and gives Y/n a little wink. Y/n just rolls their eyes at his flirting.

"Is that a dragon, I've never seen one that looks like that. It's so pretty. Hey, hey~! Let’s take a pic together! Yay~! Hey, can I upload this? I wanna put hashtags so tell me your name,'' Cater bombarded them with questions and chatter.

"I’m Grim and that’s my follower Y/n," Grimm smirked but was whacked off his feet by SkyCrest.

"What a strange guy," Y/n comments.

"You’re the new prefect for Ramshackle Dorm! I’m surprised you can live in a place like that~! It’s so dark, and I feel like something’s gonna pop out~ I feel for ya, man~," Cater smiled.

"Rude," Y/n glares slightly and walked off. Cater was still smiling as Y/n walked away from him.

After Cater managed to trick the first years into painting the roses. He asked Ace about a replacement tart. This came as a surprise to all of them as Ace nervesly said no.

" Oh, man~ Izzat so? Then, since Rule #53 of the Queen of Hearts states that “You have to replace things that you stole.” I can’t let you back in the dorm," Cater smirked as he readied his pen.

"Huh?! What the heck?!" Ace gasped, as Deuce readied his pen.

" You have to follow the rules if you’re staying in this dorm. If I let it slide, then it’s off with my head, too~. Sorry, but I’ll have you leave before Riddle-kun notices.

He suddenly multiplied as known dozens of copies of himself and tried to shove the first years out of the dorm. No matter how many clones Grimm and Deuce manage to take down, more just appear. Y/n quickly took out a pouch of zippleback gas, and tossed it into the crowd of clones. As SkyCrest shot it dead on. The explosion erased all of the clones and sent the real one flying across the ground. Mostly unharmed if a bit frazzled as SkyCrest growled down at the orange-haired boy.

"We don't need your help leaving, Thank you very much," Y/n said as they stepped over him. SkyCrest quickly followed as the boys did too.

Deuce covered his face and apologized as he walked around Cater, while Grimm and Ace with a smirk happily stepped over Cater. Said the boy was still trembling slightly.

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The school day was slow, and Y/n was bored out of her mind. They hated sitting still for hours on end with nothing to do. Nothing exciting happens here, nothing to do. P.E. was fine, it was at least doing something, even if it was just running in circles. Thankfully lunchtime came quickly, and taking care of the older hot-headed bullies was no problem. They quickly got cold feet when they noticed a dragon was ready to throw down on them.

"Whatever. Hide behind your dragon like cowards," The bully spat as he left with his buddies.

" Heh! All bark and no bite! Serves them right!" Grimm laughed.

"That was quite the predicament. To think that there would be such brutes in a prestigious magic school," Deuce sighed as they all sat down at a table to eat. Y/n and Deuce sat across from Ace, Grimm, and SkyCrest.

" Alright, let’s get back to business! I’m digging in~! Oh! This is so good! H-Hey!" Grimm gasped as SkyCrest started to sniff his tray of food. "Back Off This Is Mine!"

SkyCrest continued to put her snout closer to Grim's food as he desperately tried to keep it away from her.

"The omelet is so fluffy, and the cheese is so melty," Ace commented as he didn't help out grim.

"Minion! Do Something!" Grim shouted as he used his feet to keep SkyCrest's mouth away from his food.

Y/n sighed as they picked up a sandwich and handed SkyCrest their tray of food to the Dragon. SkyCrest happily inhaled the food, her eyes lighting up at the flavors in her mouth. Y/n was left with only half a sandwich.

"By the by, we saw your dorm a while ago, but what do the other dorms look like?" Y/n asked, trying to find something else to focus on. Other than their taken lunch.

"You’ve seen the statues of the Great Seven by Main Street, right? This school has seven dorms based on them," Cater said as he suddenly appeared and sat beside Y/n.

"Ugh! It's you," Y/n sighed as they shuffled a bit away from him. SkyCrest Growled at Cater.

"H-Hey, She's still not mad right?" Cater asked as he tried to hide behind Y/n.

"If you give her your food she may let you sit with us," Y/n said simply

"What?" Cater whined.

"Oops, my bad. My name’s Trey, Trey Clover. I’m a Heartslabyul 3rd year alongside Cater," Trey says as he moves Cater to his other side, away from Y/n and the dragon. "You’re from the Ramshackle. The new student who’s currently residing in the unused dorm, correct? I heard all about it from Cater. Sorry for the trouble our dormmates caused you yesterday."

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