#ratbag x reader

[awkwardkindatries]

     It had started as a joke more to ease yourself. It wasn't exactly easy being captured by a troop of orcs and drug back to their encampment. Finding yourself separated from the others taken even less so but it had granted you the opportunity to meet Ratbag. Easy to joke with him about how your hands were already bound behind your back and how you were on your knees. Be easy to help him as long as he let you free after. You hadn't needed to hear his excited agreement with how intently he had watched the teasing words leave your lips. That's how you found yourself with your back pressed to the tree and on your knees. Your hands tied still but now caged in by the eager orc above you as well.

     The bobbing member he'd released from his pants so much longer than you had thought he'd be. Sure to reach the back of your throat but at least not thick enough to hurt your jaw. "go on, I thought you were going to earn your freedom~" his already breathless voice was what had stirred you from thoughts on if you could really take him.  He was so needy and you had done nothing yet, an unexpected thrill shooting down your back that steeled your nerves. The first touch of your lips coming in a chaste kiss to the head and met with a soft whine and a buck of his hips. Such a simple sound yet it brought a warmth you hadn't expected, starting to pool in your lower belly.

      The second kiss pulled much the same reaction from him. You didn't pull away from the way he bucked this time though. Allowing him to press past your lips and into the warmth of your mouth with a soft moan. His hand sliding from the tree he braced himself against to fist in your hair. His hold gentle and allowing you to take your time bobbing your head, slowly taking him deeper into your mouth each time. His hips jerked in time with your movements followed shortly after with a little whimper of praise of how well you were taking him. The control you had over him causing the heat between your legs to grow. An unexpected and pleasant surpise just how ino this you really were. With out use of your hands and Ratbag so lost in how your lips wrapped around his length, you were forced to be content only with pressing your thighs together. Feeling almost cruel with his desperate noises only reminding you of each desperate throb from between yiur legs.

      His intoxicating sounds only grew louder with each inch you managed to take. Turning to a low groan when he hit the back of your throat. His hips jolting forward to completely bury his cock in your throat. His head falling forward to rest on the tree. His eyes drawn to the mess hes made. Drool starting to drip down your chin, hair tangled in his hold, and the sudden lack of air bringing tears to your eyes. His desperate noises quieted only by him bitting his lower lip but he couldn't hide the lust and reverence in his gaze.

     He'd stayed like that only a couple seconds, feeling like minutes with the lack if air. Once he'd noticed the way your eyes clouded he pulled halfway from your lips. Gifting you with breath and the salty taste of precum trailing on your tongue. The second pause to allow him to try and collect himself drawing your attention from how he filled your mouth to your own growing desire. Hips squirming to find some temporary relief even knowing none would come in this position. The growing heat between your thighs encouraged you further. Hollowing out your cheeks and taking his cock deeper once more. Ratbag's quieter whimpers giving way to moaned begging and desperate pleas for more when you took him into your throat again. Swallowing around him as you took your time, the grip Ratbag had in your hair tightening as he grew closer. The other now digging his claws into the bark above you. Dangerous even without a weapon yet so at your mercy he couldn't bring himself to do more than thrust in time with your pace and wants. His hips stuttering as he tried to last a little longer. "Wa-wait, I-im gonna-fuck- gonna cum" the warning came only seconds before he had. Pressed as deep as he could in your throat for every heavy spurt of cum. Too deep to really taste him but able to feel how he pulsed on your tongue, matching in time with the needy throb of your ignored sex.

I know who you are, and I love this unique character pick so much🖤

[hveiti-poki]

My horny ass wrote Ratbag x reader fanfiction and since it’s an inactive fandom I wanted to share it here too :-) https://archiveofourown.org/works/21651718

[butterflybuckethat]

Nudge

Request: Hi I saw your requests are open. can you please write a Anthony Bridgerton × Reader fanfic Prompt- "I only have eyes for you" (cute, fluff, angst, happy ending)

Notes: Anthony x Reader masterlist 🌱requests are open 🌱

You and Anthony had been married almost six months now. It was a rather tumultuous affair beginning with a lot of yelling and an unfortunately placed tree root. Needless to say, Lady Featherington was not above thinking the worst, and the two of you were promptly ushered down the aisle. The worst part was that you were just starting to like the bastard and then he returns home drunk and smelling of some other woman's perfume. You knew of his past. In fact, that was what you were fighting over when the tree got in your way. He was courting your best friend and you could not allow her to involve herself with such a notorious rake but he was quite set on her, so you had absolutely no choice but to go over there and scream at him for a minute or two. In a twisted way, your plan sort of worked seeing as how she was now married to the nicest man you had ever met (not to mention a duke) and having a marvelous time at their residence in Scotland. Your letters were a little less joyous than hers. You wrote mostly about your gardening and your shopping and your husband's sisters who were beginning to feel a lot like your sisters.

You were over at the Featherington's, sitting across from Penelope. As much as you loved the Bridgerton women, you were not entirely comfortable discussing your marital issues with them. "And he climbed into my bed, the ratbag." "I cannot believe it. He appeared so devoted this last month." Penelope poured you another cup of tea. You felt bad monopolizing the conversation like this when you were sure she wanted to talk about Colin, but you were at a loss. "I do not know. The circumstances of our marriage..." You groaned, dropping your head in your hands. "How can I expect fidelity from him. He did not want to marry me." "I-" "He does not love me."

The walk home was less than encouraging. As much as poor Penelope tried, it was futile. There was no cheering you up. You could not even feel the cold, despite being surrounded by snow. London turned ugly in the winter with gray trampled snow and the dark wool of the fashions. It was pristine just days ago, having just fallen. Anthony left his study midday to take tea with you. These lunches were mostly spent in comfortable silence: you read and he sat in comfortable silence next to you, occasionally reading over your shoulder. But that Wednesday you were sick of the silence. You met him at the door with his coat and a mischievous smile. "Are we going somewhere?" You pulled him out into your gardens. You paused at the doorway, taking in the perfect blanket of white, before giggling and dragging him into the couple feet of snow. You shrieked as Anthony launched a snowball at you. You ducked behind the rose bushes you had worked so hard on, but this was war and you needed all the protection you could get. Anthony won, the man was ruthless- and he wore gloves which you did not think to put on. You jumped on his back in revenge, the two of you falling to the ground. He sat up, pulling you to him, and brushed the snow off your collar. You nestled yourself in his lap as he nuzzled your neck, planting kisses up your jaw before reaching your lips. It was searing, melting away any chill from the snow down your back or the soaked skirts of your dress. You smirked on his lips, placing your bright red hand on the nape of his neck. "Aargh! That was cold." You hid your giggles politely behind your hand, feigning innocence. "You are cold." He pulled you up with him, making your way inside. On the couch, behind a steaming pot of tea, he removed his gloves and clutched your freezing hands in his.

Mrs. Morris was waiting when you returned, "Mylady, you left without a coat." She had taken to you the moment you moved into Aubrey Hall and subsequently became your right-hand woman. "Lord Bridgerton will not be happy to hear it." "I do not care what Lord Bridgerton thinks." Besides, he had been at his club all day, or at least that is where he said he would be. "That is not entirely surprising." And there he was, smiling at you. Insufferable. You turned to go up to your chambers, barely acknowledging him. He followed, calling your name all the way up the stairs. You asked a maid in the hallway to help you out of your damp clothing. Anthony dismissed her, trailing you into your bedroom himself. You sat in front of your vanity, you just wanted to go back to sleep. "Are we having lunch?" "Where have you been?" You reached to undo your coiffure but he swatted your hand away, doing it for you. You watched his fingers work out the pins in the reflection of the mirror. "At the club." What he did not say was that he told you as much that morning. "All morning?" He helped you up, hair falling all around you in curls. He tucked a strand behind your ear. "Yes," he rolled his eyes, "Colin has been quite the pest as of late." He spun you around, undoing the buttons on the back of your dress. His hands moved swiftly, revealing practice. Your dress on the floor, he brushed your hair aside to suck on your neck. You pushed him. He stumbled back a few steps. "How could you?" You jammed your finger into his chest. "I thought you enjoyed that." He took a step forward and you pushed him again harder this time. He fell into a seat on the bed. "How could you?" Your eyes stung, a tear dropped, and you felt like shit. What right did you have to be so...so jealous? No commitments were made, except the one he was forced to make and it was all your fault, if you had not tripped over that stupid root then maybe you would be happy. Each of you living your respective lives. "Y/N?" He grabbed your wrist. "Do not touch me!" Tears were freely streaming now. He leaned back, showing you his palms, like a surrender. You grabbed his collar and smelled it. Perfume. Different from last night's, faint but still there. You gathered the fabric of your chemise in your fists and backed away, as far as you get, until you hit the vanity. "You smell like perfume." You took a shaky breath, "Not mine." You could not look at him, too embarrassed or frightened of his reaction. "A different perfume from last night." Your voice cracked, "Not mine." He crossed the room and pulled you into his arms. Crushing you to him, pushing his fingers into your hair, and he chuckled. You could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. "Penelope's birthday is next week." You nodded in confirmation, rubbing your cheek against the cotton of his shirt. "Colin has been out of his mind trying to find the perfect gift. He practically bought out the parfumerie, spraying them everywhere." You groaned. He pulled back to look at you. You were beet red, you could feel it; heat in your cheeks and neck. "I told him to go with the most expensive one." "You did not." "I did." He had this kind of lopsided grin on his face. "Pen has her own perfume." "Tell Colin that." You were still for a moment, enjoying the steady rhythm of his heart. "I am sorry. I do not know why- I just-" "There is no one but you." He sat you on top of the table so he could get a better look at you. "I only have eyes for you."

Penelope's party was an absolute crush. An intimate garden party, much to her mother's chagrin but the birthday girl was over the moon. Colin gifted her a journal. "Colin!" Penelope shrieked, "It is perfect. Thank you." He turned a pale pink. You all took bets on when he was going to offer his hand and your time was running out. Anthony sat next to you with his arm slung over the back of your chair. "What if I just gave him a nudge?" You whispered. "Cheater." He pinched your side. "Not me." Anthony scoffed but pulled you practically into his lap and kissed you hard. "I love you." You rolled your eyes. "Whatever."

[kpopgirl1234bl]

sorry to bother but can I request a black butler scenario where y/n is sort of the comedic relief or they are the kind of person to 'laugh in the face of danger' and are often getting into trouble because of this

also reader with Sebastian please

can I also remain anonymous you can give me credit if deemed necessary

Thank you and have a good day/night

Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x gn!reader

Warnings: Slight violence against, threats, name-calling.

Word count: 683

a/n: This is the first request I have gotten in months, thank you so much for asking for this!

Many didn't believe you when you said you didn't attract danger. It just found you wherever you were.

When you began working at the Phantomhive mansion, that didn't change.

Even though Ciel had Sebastian accompany him almost everywhere, he also had you accompany him with Sebastian.

You soon found out that trouble also seems to follow Ciel and Sebastian around.

You didn't know what made you do it, but every time you faced danger, you made some funny comments.

More often than not, it seems to worsen the situation, which wasn't ideal.

You had once dropped some plates working with Mey-Rin. Knowing you would be punished by Sebastian, you sarcastically told Mey-Rin where your will was and that you loved working with her.

That only seemed to panic Mey-Rin even more, and she started scrabbling around the place.

That wasn't the best day ever.

Now today, you were accompanying Ciel and Sebastian on business.

A man had contacted the Phantomhive mansion, saying he wanted to work with them.

Ciel already knew the man wouldn't be working with them, but he had to see what the man had to offer.

When you three greeted the man, he seemed full of himself, quickly disregarding you and Sebastian.

His behavior didn't seem to bother Ciel, which made you wonder if he had to deal with people who were like this regularly.

After the man had made his offer to Ciel, he was downright offended that the Phantomhive family didn't want to work with him at all.

"How can you say no! My product is the finest in the industry!" The man shouted and raised his arms.

"That may be, but we already have skilled people making this kind of product. I don't see the need to hire someone like you." Ciel told him bluntly, as he always did.

"You're just a kid. You don't know quality when you see it." The man huffed and continued to glare at Ciel.

"My, you seem rather joyous to be around." You commented on the man's behavior.

"What did you say, Gibface!" The angrily shouted at you and began walking towards you.

You had done it once again, which made the situation a lot more dangerous.

You retreated a little, afraid of what the man would do.

"Now now, good Sir, no need for violence." Sebastian outstretched his arm to prevent the man from getting any closer to you.

"Get out of my way, you Ratbag!" The man swung his arm at Sebastian, but of course, Sebastian was a little faster.

"Sir, I would rather not have you lay a hand on my lover, or else I'm afraid I'll have to resort to some rather unpleasant methods." Sebastian's eyes began to glow, and you knew what that meant.

You saw the man's face contort into a grimace of hurt, indicating Sebastian had tightened his grip on the man.

"Sebastian! Y/n! Are you two coming? I have more errands to do!" You heard Ciel shout from outside the room.

Sebastian let go of the man, who looked at him with terror written all over his face. The man didn't say anything. He just ran away while holding his arm.

"Yes, My Lord," Sebastian said while straightening himself.

"Shall we go, My Love?" Sebastian offered you his arm and smiled at you.

"Yes, we shall." You smiled back at him and took his arm.

"You must be more careful, My Love. You never know what kind of unsavory people you might meet." Sebastian warned you, as he had done many times before.

"I know, Sebastian, but you know how I am when in a rather uncomfortable situation." You sighed, knowing he was right.

"Hurry up, you two! I don't have all day." You two heard Ciel shouts again.

You two looked at each other and smiled.

"Yes, My Lord," You both said and walked arm in arm towards your young master.

Though You laughed in the face of danger, Sebastian loved you all the same. Though he did have to save you sometimes from angry people, he'd never change anything about you.

[phrikewritesfanfic]

Draco x Fem!Reader Historic Au Part One

Part One:

         Lucius Malfoy leads a group of Death Eaters into the palace in the dark of the night. Sirius, Duke of the house Black, spots the hooded figures and rushes to warn his King. James sits in his chambers with his queen, watching as their twins sleep peacefully. Sirius bursts through the door, sword in hand, panting, “we’re being invaded.” James lunges for his weapon as Lily quickly scoops up the infant heirs. She follows behind the men as they try to get out safely. A group of cloaked beings appear from around a corner. Voldemort emerges from the group, a sadistic smile on his face. “You should have taken my offer when you had the chance.” James and Sirius close ranks, blocking Lily and the children. The figures begin to surround them, James looks back meeting his beloved’s eyes. “Run,” he urges hastily. Lily attempts to argue, but nods when she glances down at the babes in her arms. She rushes down the hall until she runs straight into someone. She screams, ready to fight  for her life, before she realizes who it is. Hagrid, the bastard son of a Viscount, stops her from falling to the ground. “My queen, what’s happened?” Before she can explain they hear voices and steps growing closer. She quickly passes the princess to Hagrid and urges him, “we need to run.” Clutching her son she leads the large man off. They take refuge in a hall as she explains the situation to him. More voices, including Voldemort’s, can be heard coming towards them. They’re looking for her. She realizes what this must mean for her beloved James, a cry trapped in her throat. She stares at her children, resolve building, and sighs. She hands Hagrid her son, tearily explaining, “Take them to my sister. Duchess Petunia, she and her husband have a son near their age. They’ll be safe with her.” Hagrid opens his mouth, ready to argue, when Lily touches his arm. “Please Hagrid. I need to know they’re safe. I trust you to ensure that. Think of it as the last request of your queen.” She smiles sadly, he nods. 

        Lily grabs her dagger and steps around the corner, ready to draw attention to herself. Hagrid closes his cloak around the tiny royals and sets off in the opposite direction. He hears Lily’s scream, urging himself faster. As he makes it from the palace grounds he spots a limping figure. He sighs when he recognizes Sirius. The two make their way to the Dursley manor. They knock on the door and explain the situation to the disgruntled couple. The Duke and Duchess accept the children into their care and quickly send the men off. 

      Days later Vernon greets his wife, followed by Marquee Alastor Moody. Petunia leans away from the eccentric man as he greets her with an unsettling smile. His gaze quickly shifts to the trio of infants being watched over by their nursemaid. “Alastor here has shown interest in the girl,” Vernon explains apathetically. Petunia’s brows raise in confusion prompting her husband to continue. “I understand taking in your sister’s son, the heir and only son, but the girl is just unnecessary responsibility. We’d be expected to school her and eventually provide a dowry for her to wed. The Marquee here has shown interest in taking her off our hands.” Her gaze moves from her husband to the other man, still examining the children. “I’d take both of ‘em if you’d prefer.” Vernon shakes his head, “the boy probably has some fortune awaiting him. Besides, we can marry him off for a nice dowry. I’m not paying for her dowry.” Moody nods, stepping over and gently picking up the small girl. “What’s her name?” Petunia gently touches the babe’s hand, “Her name’s Y/N.” Alastor nods, “Y/N Moody, then. I trust this’ll stay between us.” Vernon nods and sees the man off. Petunia watches as her niece is whisked away, staring sadly at her sister’s son playing with her own. 

Eleven Years Later

     Draco finds himself wandering the palace halls. He’s too young to be a part of the important discussions his parents are having with the king, so he explores. One day he watches as a haggard man strolls in followed closely by a girl roughly his age. She looks up, meeting Draco’s gaze for a moment before the man calls out, “Y/N keep up.” She rushes forward, “coming Father.”

        Draco watches her go, curious as to her identity. He quickly forgets about her, however, when she doesn’t reappear. It’s years later that he sees her again. 

       He finds himself with a group of royal children for tutoring. He notices that Y/N is one of a very few girls allowed. As they make way to their tutor, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, sons of Baronets who’d sworn loyalty to the Malfoys, are bullying the son of a displaced Viscount, Neville. Y/N storms up to them, pushing Goyle away as he swings his leg out to knock the boy down. “What is your problem?” She asks harshly. Draco stands up from where he’d been leaning against the wall, staring at the intrusive girl with a raised brow. The idiots bumble with excuses, only causing her annoyed gaze to grow. “I’m bored. Let’s go.” Draco calls, causing his cohorts to rush towards him. The trio slink off as Y/N helps Neville up, grabbing his dropped papers. He thanks her quickly, rushing off. 

    Draco sees the girl many times after that, stopping his companions from their fun, tormenting those around them. 

      One day Blaise, the son of a widowed Countess, is flirting with a palace servant. The girl pushes him away, refusing his advances, and he ignores her. The girl begins to sound more panicked as Blaise’s grip tightens on her arm. Draco debates stepping in, becoming uncomfortable with the situation, when Y/N storms up and punches the young Earl in the jaw. This action causes his hold to loosen, allowing the girl to skitter off, a quick word of thanks aimed at her defender. Blaise rounds on the girl, anger boiling in his eyes. He raises a hand, a threat of violence, and is taken aback when she doesn’t flinch away. Instead, she kicks her leg out, knocking his out from under him and causing him to tumble to the ground. Draco snickers behind her, earning a glare from both. “You’ve no right to take what isn’t freely given to you.” She spits, turning her attention back to the boy on the ground. He blinks up at her with a growl, “you should keep your nose out of things that don’t involve you.” She raises a brow at him, “ensuring that the King’s servants aren’t tormented by arrogant ratbags such as yourself is a hobby of mine. Ergo it does involve me.” Blaise stands, ready to continue arguing, when he sputters and stops cold staring behind her. “My Lord,” he stutters, bowing slightly. Y/N turns around, a smile forming on her face. “Hello Father.” Draco watches Blaise’s jaw drop at the endearment. “Causing trouble, pet?” The girl crinkles her nose, shaking her head, “interfering with trouble, Father.” Alastor’s eyes gleam brightly as he nods, “well then, carry on.” Y/N leans up and kisses the disfigured man on the cheek. He nods to Draco as he passes, allowing his daughter to continue her tirade. 

    Draco finds himself intrigued by the outspoken girl. He watches during lessons as she easily disengages any mayhem his companions try to cause. He knows he should be annoyed, help his “friends,” but he can’t find it in him to interfere. She keeps close to the few main subjects of torment; the one other girl, Luna daughter of the Knight Lovegood, Ron son of a displaced Baron and brother to one of the king’s knights, and Neville who’s grandmother’s title keeps him close to the king, even if his parents aren’t in great standing currently. 

   One day Draco is surprised to see the trio unguarded. Before he can question it Crabbe and Goyle shove their way over to torment Neville. “Seems your little guard dog isn’t here anymore.” Goyle laughs, snatching the book the boy’d been reading. Crabbe grabs the item before Ron has a chance to and snickers, “her daddy got called away. She won’t be back here any time soon.” Draco glances at Blaise, “called away?” The Earl rolls his eyes, smirking, “yeah. He was sent to hunt down one of King James’ supporters. Apparently the man’s been trying to stir up trouble and the king isn’t happy. Moody might not make it back, if the rumours of Black’s brutality are true.” Draco watches the chaos idly wondering if he’ll ever see the brazen girl again.

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[onepdumpsterfire]

Disclaimer: These stories are based ‘loosely’ on the game Obey me shall we date. The major stuff will be the same, but here and there the story will be changed or embellished. It is just an AU and I do not own the game the characters, from both One Piece or Obey Me, nor do I own One Piece in general. It would be cool though…

Warning: The characters will mostly be ooc and for the most part will not have the same background as in the anime/manga. The reader’s age will be above consent; the exact number is up to you.

Nola

Devildom!AU

(pt6/?)

Various Characters X Reader

Shanks heard about the fight the brothers had. He’d heard about how you got hurt. At first, he was angry at Sabo for doing what he did. If anything happened to the exchange student this whole thing would be a waste. He punished Sabo for what he did. Beating him bloody. Shanks decided he couldn’t take his eyes off him until he was sure he wouldn’t rage out again. So he proposed a three-day retreat. He could keep an eye on Sabo, and make all three realms get along. He needed to see results in his plan, if this was the only way to do it then it’ll have to do.

As courteous as he was, he made it known that this request was no entreaty. You all would show and be in your best behavior. No protests. No complaints. No objections. And so, that is how you found yourself taking a tour of his palace. Benn, One of Shank’s loyal servants, was explaining the more historic artifacts that decorated the halls. It was interesting to hear the different stories each piece held. One, in particular, held more than the rest. It was a painting of a woman she dressed in clothing from what seemed like the mid-1800s. She wore a high waisted baby-blue gown with a white lacy bonnet and shawl. This seemed to be from the human world. Her out of time style clothing wasn’t the only thing that drew attention to her. She seemed to be moving…

“Sanji!” came her scream. The painting can speak? Sanji looked puzzled. Had he done something to the painting to make them mad? “Oh, I know you! Violet, from when I visited Spain in the human world.” So he had. “You hornswoggler, pigeon-livered, ratbag!” 

“Now, now, sweetheart. No need to get nasty.” Sanji barely seemed to consider her as anything. What wrong had he done to make her say such strange…insults? “What brings you down here? Was the power you gained from me not enough?”

“Power?! From you?! Yeah right! You left me for dead!” Her shrieks shook the frame she was imprisoned in. “the coven betrayed me and trapped me in here! I’ve been passed around and showcased like one of those wagtail wenches! This is all your fault! If only you had st-”

“If only I had what? Stayed and helped? If I recall correctly all you asked for was ‘unimaginable power’ to bring those meaters of the coven to their knees” Sanji approached the painting, “If you didn’t know how to properly use them and was outwitted by those Vazey, Mumbling coves, it was on you.” His tone was dark and airy. Like he was trying to threaten her without letting the others know, but by how the room seemed to resonate around him, it wasn’t that convincing. “You Flapdoodle! I’ll make you pay!” You what…. Flapdoodle, really? You didn’t get much of a chance to wonder what that word implied. She let out bright light, oils swirling inside the painting. They turned into a vortex sucking everything near inside. First, it was Sanji then Nami and Ace. the last ones it took were you and Kid who grabbed on to law for support, but they were both dragged in anyway. 

The lights where you appeared were dim. Beside you was Kid and Law, separated from the rest. “We need to find the others,” was the first thing said in the eerie quietness of the corridor you were in. “What we need to do is find out where we are.” An interjection from the other male. “Not the time to fight, both of you.”

“We’ll look around, figure out where we are and find the others at the same time.” Both men looked at each other, surprised by your sudden leadership. “Yes, ma’am,” Law mocked you but listened to your orders nonetheless. Not like he had much of a choice. After the pact, every order you gave no matter how small, was followed. You didn’t like making them do things, giving them orders, but when the hands were down… You needed them to focus right now. 

The path twisted and turned in many directions. There were dead ends and traps, like a maze. For the leader of this makeshift gang, you had to take the back seat in most dangers that befell you. They were too grand to fight off yourself. If one thing came out of this, you learned the extent of both your companion’s capabilities and an invaluable piece of information. While you held a pact with them their demon forms wouldn’t hurt you. The power that they release, that is.

Their presence felt otherworldly, like Sabo’s. Their combined power would have pulverized you. It was just as great and magnificent as the first time you were able to see it. When Sabo threw you against the tomb’s wall. This time you could hold your own against this gripping force that radiated out of them. Your sight was clear and your head didn’t hurt. Your body didn’t weaken at the proximity. It was probably because of the pact you made with them.

Their forms changed as Sabo’s had. Law grew tusk-like horns that protruded from the back of his head, wrapping around to the front. They were pearl-white and sharp. Under his coat there was a tail, thin with a tuft of black hair at the end. Kid Had also grown one of his own, a golden tail that faded into pitch black. His own set of horns came out from the top of his head, twisting into their sharp endings. His teeth ground into fangs. They looked savaged like they’d maul anything that crosses his path. 

They both ferociously protected you from any trap that was set up in the labyrinth. Tearing into anything that moved and ripping you away from any danger that befell you. Eventually, you did come across the others, having a hammering headache as your guide. The two demons had to go ahead in front of you to tell Ace and Sanji to turn back from their demon forms so you could step closer. Nami, on the other hand, wasn’t affected by it. Her magic gives her protection from their power. “Oh my sweet, Y/n. it’s okay to come closer now.” Sanji called out for you. “R-right,” you turned the corner to meet them.

“Now we need to find an exit.”

“Darling, how I love it when you take charge.” Sanji was a flirtatious fool, no wonder that woman, Violet, was mad at him. However, she should have known better than to cross a whole coven. Pushing you in front, the two brothers you made a pact with ‘protected’ you from their brother. Not wanting you close the lascivious demon.

There was more walking, the labyrinth seemed endless. Yes labyrinth, Ace had filled you all in about it when you caught up. It was below the castle, and nearly inescapable, to those who didn’t know the way. But a powerful mage could figure it out with a spell or two, she just wanted to find the others first. With you guys here there was nothing stopping Nami. She started her spell, but there was this rustling coming from the chambers. It was a persistent sound, like sliding on the floor. Nami stopped her spell to hear it better, “what is that?” All present stopped to listen to the low creeping sound that was… getting closer. 

A wall down the path to your left was moving, you could swear that it didn’t lead to a dead-end before. “Guys, what is that?” You pointed at the scaly impasse that seemed to be moving to block all exit points. “Oh, fuck,” Law whispered under his breath, “That’s my pet Mindsnare Naga, Nola.” Kid punched his arm, “a mindsnare, really Law, really.” They were nasty creatures who seek power above all else. They’re immortal beasts that needn’t worry about time, creating convoluted plans to get to their goal. The highest-ranking person in the location they decide to nest in. They live to control and dominate their victims into submission. They suck them out of life with their venom then fill them with false memories and a built personality to help them reach their goal. If it was deep in the bowels of the castle had it already started it’s schemes? Does the ruler of Devildom know what resides underneath his very feet? You could worry about the troubles of the palace after you manage to escape its clutches.

Law had forbidden you all from harming his ‘poor Nola’. The others protested though he left them no choice, threatening that he’d destroy everything they loved if they were to harm a scale on the serpent. He gave them no choice but to oblige. Crossing the avatar of envy was one of the last things anyone wanted to do. He knew how to ruin any person until they gave up on themselves. He’s sent many into an endless cycle of loathing and suffering. “You’re its master, command it!” Kid yelled at law. “I can’t, she escaped when she was still young. I didn’t have time to train her.” How useless! How were you all supposed to defend yourselves now? You can’t hurt it, much less fight it. “I should have known she’d head to the palace. Her kind charm leaders of lands to do their bidding. Shanks must have found her and trapped her down here. My poor baby.” Not the time to hand out sympathy to something that wants to kill you. “Then what are we gonna do,” Ace piped in, the first time he talked since you’ve all gotten together. “We can’t fight it-”

“Her.”

“Not the time, Law.” If anyone was pissed at the scenario you seemed to be stuck in, it was wrath himself. “Don’t those things grow a second head if you kill it?” Law rolled his eyes at his brother’s ineptitude. “No, that’s a Hydra of Lerna. And they only regrow TWO heads from one that was chopped off, not if you kill it.” Thanks for sharing the knowledge, not helping though. “A mindsnare naga charms its enemies to kill them. Which is what she should be doing now….so we better think of something. Fast.” Law said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Why not try to be a little less smug and a little more helpful? “I know what we can do.” It was Nami this time who spoke up. “If I use my pact with Sanji I can boost his own power and mesmerize the snake.”

“Not a snake.”

“No one cares.” Nami turned to Sanji. “Are you ready?” He gave her a seducing smile. “For you? Always.” Nami raised her hand, a ball of glowing light sitting in her palm. Power flowed from her and Sanji seemed to be transmitting her energy. “Praebueris tua poteste quod tibi commodare mea. Nos hanc novam transmittat; coniuncta cum virtute non moveretur a te transiret ponam inimicos.” Her incantations forced an unyielding power to surge out of Sanji. “Don’t worry, Y/n. with my power I’ll protect you, so you won’t pass out.”

Sanji’s demon form is an incubus. Leathery wings bent to make a heart around his head then they straightened into a fine point. Short curved horns came out of each side of his head, and a long thick tail with an arrowhead tip at the end. He radiated an aura that was seen flowing out of him. The boost Nami gave him made his already grand power even more so. Sanji flew through the space between the ceiling and the top of the snake. Following it till he reached the head. Nola had wrapped herself around every way out. She was now coming in through the last passageway with Sanji in tow. He had charmed her on his way over, the serpent didn’t hold any more malice. “Get on! Nola is gonna show us the way out.” Law grabbed you by the waist and jumped on, the others in right behind you. “If she knows the way out then why is she still in here?” Sanji chuckled at Law’s question. “She’s not imprisoned. Shanks found her when she was young and let her stay down here. She gets fed every day and can go out if she pleases.” Law looked sad. His serpent had chosen a different master. As much as he loved her, there wasn’t anything he could do. She was just another of the nine monsters in this realm that guarded the nine circles now. 

After you finally got out of the labyrinth you all had dinner prepared by the demons. Shanks announced that the next day you will be doing a scavenger hunt in the palace. Hence the tour of the place. The lower demons had continued the tour after you vanished, so most of what the ones left standing saw was a mystery to you. The scavenger hunt tomorrow was gonna be hard. All of them knew this and demonstrated it with a groan that passed from one to another. After supper, Shanks separated you into groups. You were with Sanji and Ace. Kid was with Law and Robin. Nami was with Luffy and Usopp. Lastly was Sabo and Shanks.

Kid had protested, yelling that you had a pact with him and should be placed with him, but Sabo told him to zip it and follow orders. You all split up into separate bedrooms for the night. Nami staying back to have a word with you. She lent you some of her power for the rest of the retreat. She said you deserve to have some form of protection for the rest of the trip, not to mention she wanted you to have a good time with the rest. You were a bit confused by her sudden willfulness to share power, something you didn’t even know could be done, but Nami was very front face about everything. She wouldn’t have lied about her intentions. Feeling a tad closer everyone you made your way to your shared room with the rest. Today was a long day, though it was filled with many fun and exciting things.

1800’s slang-

* Hornswoggler- a fraud or a cheat

* Flapdoodle- sexually incompetent man

* Meater/Pigeon-Livered- coward

* Mumbling cove- a shabby person

* Ratbag- a general term of abuse

* Vazey- stupid

* Wagtail- promiscuous woman/ dissolute man