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What do you think?

im writing a fic. ghost (COD) x reader (probs gonna be male or gn but with like male in mind if that makes sense? like neutral pronouns but it might seem masculine in a way)

It's mostly going to be in the POV of the reader but what should i do when a character talks to them?

What do you want?

ive got a few ideas swirling around in my noggin right now but the one i wanna try first i want to see what you lot would prefer to read. they're all pretty similar but there'll be slight changes. It's going to be male reader since thats what im used to writing

when i say bikes i mean motorbikes/ dirtbikes. Also my asks and messages are always open, just in case any of you want something.

One Piece headcannons, reader with allergies.

I have a desire to write but the ideas are moving to fast in my head lol. My requests are open and I can write full stories/oneshots not just headcannons. I promise i dont bite :]

CHOPPER

(This one is intended as platonic because, well...bros a reindeer.)

You got incredibly lucky finding this guy, no matter what time you joined the crew. Since chopper is a doctor he definitely feels like a blessing. As soon as he found out about your allergies he started his research (if he didn't already know about it). Finds a cure or a medicine to help with the symptoms and reactions for your allergies. This precious doctor even warns the other crew about what you can't have near you.

In return for his kindness you are now his designated hiding spot for when shit goes down.

LUFFY

He was definitely curious as to why you were constantly taking medicine or having to stay with chopper since you were unwell. Eventually he just outright asked what was wrong with you. He didn't get it at first but once he did he responded with...let's say an interest?

He loudly makes sure that whenever everyone's eating that the food (if you're allergic to a food) is nowhere near you, but let's be honest he probably eats it before it gets even a metre from you, saying something like "I was just keeping Y/ N safe!" when someone complains about their food being stolen. However, if you're allergic to a specific animal or item he makes sure it non-existent on his ship.

NAMI

Just like luffy she makes sure the allergen (the thing you're allergic to) is nowhere to be found. Since you mean so much to her she'd be willing to part with some money to pay for medicines or doctors if chopper couldn't help (luckily for nami thats a rare chance).

sorry this ones so short, I've never really written anything for nami before.

SANJI

If you have a food allergy this man is catering to your every need, making new recipes or even a completely different dish to the rest of the crew if needs be. Oh, you like spaghetti but you're allergic to pasta? Bam, special pasta you're not allergic to, just for you. He can and probably will fight luffy to keep him away from your special food.

If youre allergic to something that isn't food his dramatic ass would probably follow you around in new places to make sure it's not anywhere near you. (and if this gets annoying just give him a compliment, he'll pass out from blood loss and leave you in peace)

USSOP

When you're allergies are bad and it leaves you bed ridden, sniffling or coughing, he'll tell you stories just like he did with kaya. You'll be laying in bed, cursing your allergies while trying to not break your ribs from laughing at ussops silly tales. He always makes you feel much better.

ZORO

He probably didn't even know what an allergy was lmao. Maybe he thought it was some sort of pest (close enough)

If youre allergic to food we already know sanji will be making sure you're safe but zoro is definitely jealous that he can't do anything about it....unless.... if you guys are on a new island and you're not sure if your food has your allergen in it, zoro is the first to offer his help (well, it was luffy first but we all know what would happen).

If your allergen isn't food, just like sanji, he's following you around but he's definitely more of a silent protector compared to sanji. A plant you're allergic to in your path? not on his watch, it's cut down before you can even think of how to get around it.

Let me know if you have any tips or if there's any mistakes!

Haikyuu sleeping headcannons

I've only done a few but let me know if you want me to do any other characters. Whether it be from haikyuu or from somewhere else.

Asahi

I feel like this guy would be warm. Not like the melting you from the outside inwards but like a campfire or a fireplace. He wouldn't move if you were with him, he wouldn't dare. He'd hold you tightly but he'd be so careful. Definitely panicked the first time you guys cuddled or fell asleep together. But once he got used to it he turned into a big cuddle bear.

Daichi

To me he seems like he'd sleep like a rock. After such a tiring day with the team he'd just flop onto the bed next to you and not move, like seriously you've probably had to poke him to check he was still alive.

He'd have and arm around you or he'd be leaning on you, either way once this man is asleep it's gonna be a pain to get out. why would you want to anyways?

Hinata

We all know that he's a ray of sunshine in both optimism and energy. cuddling/sleeping with him can go one of two ways

Since he's hyperactive this could carry on into his sleep. He's definitely smacked you a few times thinking you were a volleyball in his dream. Maybe even stolen the blanket a few times. He obviously apologies if you tell him in the morning

OR. He could be all tuckered out, kinda like a sugar crash but instead of a grumpy child you get a droopy hinata (almost the same thing) coming towards you with open arms, dragging you to bed or just leaning on you right then and there if he's really exhausted. He'd definitely use you as a giant pillow and just bury his face anywhere he can. neck? no problem. chest, whether it be flat or with melons? sure he can.

Kageyama

He may not seem it with his resting bitch face but he's definitely a cuddler. He'd definitely be more like daichi, calm and barely moving, unless it was to make you mire comfortable, but let's be honest he probably dreams about volleyball just like hinata and once again...you have been mistaken for a volleyball. Prepare for a bruise.

Im leaning towards him being a big spoon but maybe if he had a bad game or practice he'd want to be comforted, but either way his arms will be around you.

Nishinoya

This man is definitely a blanket theif. Just like hinata, he's a ball of energy and moves SO much while sleeping, not only does his arms flail about but theres a few kung fu moves going on there with his legs. You've definitely woken up with bruises and a leg across your chest while he sleeps like an angel.

If there is a rare occasion where he's not moving he's clinging onto you like a koala, legs around your waist or legs, arms around your torso and head on either your stomach or chest.

Tsukishima

This salty little shit probably isn't very keen on cuddles, but just for you. He'd have an arm around you loosely, maybe even pulling you closer while he's asleep. I feel like he'd be pretty cold (not just in attitude) so he'd be a great icepack for the summer but during winter you'll have to cocoon yourself in a blanket before cuddling up to him. Once you're asleep he's probably secretly affectionate, a few soft head pats while you're completely off in dream land.

Bio thingy

hey im inspector me you can call me inspector for short or whatever tbh. I write a bunch of random stuff. im getting ready for university so i can't promise reliable or regular updates but my asks are always open! You can ask me pretty much anything unless it's too much into my irl life (like what school did you go to and stuff like that, things like my favourite animal or trivial stuff is fine :] )

you are welcome to ask for requests as long as it follows the rough guidelines below, if you're not sure ask anyways and I'll let you know!

What I do

Male Reader

gender neutral reader

anime

haikyuu

jjk (jujitsu kaisen) ((I've only watched the anime))

black clover

blue exorcist

one piece (currently on episode 212 but I've already had a few spoilers lol)

demon slayer

hxh

dorohedoro

dan da dan

T.V

Merlin (BBC)

Titans (DC show)

The Boys (haven't finished yet but im almost done i think)

Books

Percy Jackson (im not as involved with the fandom and I've only read the basic series)

Skulduggery pleasant

Half bad (Bastard son of the devil himself) (both the show and the books)

other

rick and morty

call of duty (mostly ghost tbh but ask away)

What I dont do

rape (i feel like i shouldn't have to write this but ive seen a few things on this site so y'know)

paedophilia

incest (of any kind)

male pregnancy (it's just not my cuppa)

Abuse (makes me kinda uncomfortable to write characters like that)

Fem reader (im not a woman, i did try to write it but it just felt off to me, if you really want me to write something with Fem reader and it hasn't got much to do with plot i might be able to do it but if not it'll just be GN)

I might have to add a few if I get any more requests but for now this is it.

If you want something that isn't mentioned on here dont be afraid to ask or even just chat. I watch a lot of anime and other medias and i dont mind researching something just to write it for you.

My boundaries

I dont really have much lmao. i dont mind swearing or dark humour just remember to be respectful :] i won't tolerate any racism, homophobia or anything like that.

also, since im new im still figuring out tags so my apologies if i tag something wrong, let me know and I'll fix it asap!

my tags:

the inspectors hoard - just reblogs of cool stuff or random shit.

the inspector thinks - drabbles, head cannons, random thoughts.

the inspector writes - writing obviously.

the inspectors interrogation - responding to asks.

the inspectors rants - unrelated to writing, just me talking about random stuff.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ William James Moriarty x deaf!reader.

|| I'm back! Sorry for not uploading anything, I've not recover fully from that stupid illness but I'll try to upload as much as i can. I don't know if in 19th century they have the hearing aid or not. Sorry if my English turns so bad.. I haven't write anything for the past few days, it really makes my English shitty.

|| TW: Awful english, not proofread!

I feel like you'll be meeting him in the orphanage when he's still a kid with Louis. I had a feeling since he grew up in an orphanage, he'll meet kids that has disabilities.

I headcanon him to be able to use sign language to communicate with the kids there. He noticed you're always there whenever he teaches the kids how to read, write, basic math you're always there paying attention.

What gotten them quite attached to you is you always tried to help whenever Louis illness kicks again, and help the staffs and kids whenever they needed help, that's what gotten the two boys to trust you.

Unfortunately you haven't seen them for years after getting adopted by a kind duchess, she died when you're a teenager by an unknown illness leaving you as the head of the family. Thankfully the butlers and maids are very kind to you, not discriminating against you for being deaf instead they help you manage the house.

One day, you heard a knock on your front door and was greeted by the two brothers.. That's where your friendship with William deepens.

It started with frequent meetup here and there, enjoying tea together, taking a stroll together, and sometimes he invites you to have dinner with his family and the gang.

I feel like he'll be in denial first for developing a romantic interest with you, he's afraid to put you in danger and thus he ignored the warm feeling he always felt whenever he's near you.

But as time goes by he began accepting his feelings even though it'll take a long time. After careful consideration.. he'll planned to court you, slowly.. not wanting to rush things and scare you away.

You'll noticed that you run into him quite often, like when you're visiting an art museum then suddenly you see him waving at you while making his way towards you. You'll noticed him looking at you quite often when you read a book and when you look back at him, he'll not look away but instead he'll smile at you.

It's not like you don't have any romantic feelings towards him, it's just.. is he being this obvious on purpose..?

I think he'll confess by meeting with you in an empty garden, he'll give you a bouquet of your favourite flowers while he confesses to you using sign language.

William as your boyfriend is equivalent to having an angel beside you, he'll not judge you for being deaf nor will he let anyone judge you.

I feel like you'll help deaf kids in orphanages to read and write and William will often comes by and help them as well, teaching them a lot of various subjects like math, expanding their vocabularies, etc.

Overall he'll accept you for who you are no matter what disabilities you have. He'll make you realize that even if you got disabilities, that doesn't make you worth less, he'll help you pursue a hobby that you have and will not let your disabilities get in the way.

He'll help with anything he can, be it emotional support, or if you need him to teach you then he'll gladly help you.

100/10.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, and Louis James Moriarty with depressed!reader. (seperated!)

|| Trying out new stuff, if i can write something with this topic then I'll write more. Sorry if i mischaracterize them. T-T.

|| Tw : mentioned of suicide, depression, opinions.ᐟ

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ William James Moriarty .ᐟ.ᐟ

In my opinion, he'll notices the signs instantly. He's an observant person after all, he noticed how you act whenever you look at the mirror and at yourself, how you seemed to be more self aware or self conscious when you're close with him.

He won't directly asked you, he wouldn't ask but wait for you to bring up the topic and would help you with actions or words, if you decided to tell him about it he'll listened and tried to help you step by step, he's a consultant after all.

If he knew you're planning to kill yourself he'll try to stay by your side for who knows how long, he wouldn't let that happen, no. He'll talk it out with you, not pushing you to tell him about it if you're uncomfortable, but he'll wait but doesn't mean he won't look out for you. He would watch you from afar, he would also asked Louis to hide anything sharp or anything that you could think of to off yourself. Not that he'll tell you, but he'll be more gentle than usual. (He's always but.. y'know)

He'll asked Louis to keep an eye out for you if he's out, however expect he'll never leave your side if it's not an emergency. (Mission, professor stuff etc.)

Overrall a good listener and will give the best advice, he'll show that he cares for you by actions and words, how he'll be so gentle and attentive to you whenever you're feeling depressed. He'll help you realize your worth by helping you with loving yourself first and then he'll help you to shoo away those bad thoughts.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ Albert James Moriarty .ᐟ.ᐟ

He might not noticed the signs at first but the more you act around him, he'll notice it. He wanted to asked you about it but he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable and decided to wait for the right moment.

That right moment being him finding you crying in your shared bedroom, he immediately rushed towards you as you then opened up to him about how he deserves someone who is equal.

He would listened to all of your pent up emotions and wouldn't brush it off easily, he would listened while caressing your hand with his thumb while giving you his full attention.

If he heard you planning to kill yourself, he would asked Louis or Sebastian to keep an eye on you since he's busy being the head of Moriarty and couldn't be home for most days, still he'll help you step by step no matter how long it takes.

He'll hide all the sharp things that could hurt you or kill you even, hiding it in place you never knew after all he and the brothers knows about the house more than you do.

Overall he'll help you whenever you're feeling depressed or even a slightest bit of sad, if he can't be there he'll write to you, sending letters asking about your day or how you're doing and sometimes he'll send you little gifts to cheer you up.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ Louis James Moriarty .ᐟ.ᐟ

He'll also noticed if you act a little "different" what i meant by different is how you avoid mirrors and starts to skipped meals, that's when he got suspicious.

He'll not directly asked you but will observe you from afar, keeping an eye out if someone words or actions is making you do this, but when he learned you are actually depressed he'll help you..

He's not good with words but will show you with actions, like if you told him about how everything is hard, how the slightest mishaps can make you burst into tears, or how the simplest thing makes you tired.

He'll listened throughout the whole process, no matter what, even if you accidentally spilled tea all over you or how it's hard for you to leave the bed. He'll help you by showing you affection, making you meals and making sure you are not skipping meals again.

In my opinion, i think he'll leave little note on your nightstand, saying things he couldn't say. He'll leave a note everyday, each with encouragement and unsaid feelings he can't say with words along with a small little flower attached to it everyday.

If he heard how you're planning to kill yourself he'll went into panic mode, he'll be so worried and tried to stop you by hiding all the sharp objects and asking for advice from William.

Overrall he'll not say much but he'll help with actions, he can't convey his feelings to words but he'll leave little notes that he hope will help you get more confident and more free from those thoughts that haunt you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ William x reader.

|| Just need to pour out some unsaid feelings, that's all, kind of self insert. It was supposed to be angst but.. couldn't think of a good idea.

|| TW : Not proofread.

The morning sunlight hits your face as a signal for you to wake up, you were feeling so excited since today is your birthday!! You got up quickly, wanting to celebrate it with the gang and so you search for your boyfriend first, of course.

You went to his office expecting him but he was nowhere, you then search for his brother; Louis, you were a little disappointed that he left without saying anything, though you understand he's a busy man, being the Lord of crime and also a professor is enough to take a heavy toll on a person.

For the rest of the day no one said anything as if they had forgotten your birthday, it was.. enough to make you feel heartbroken, you always celebrate their birthday and yet they don't even remember yours? How cruel of them.

Your feelings get heavier and heavier, every little mishaps that happens is enough to make tears rolled down your cheeks but you held them, not wanting to make a scene just because of a single simple thing. Bonde, Albert, Herder, Sebastian even Louis doesn't remember your birthday, and now you're starting to get nervous.. will William remember? Or will he forget just like the others? However knowing him he wouldn't forgot your birthday just like that right...?

Maybe you shouldn't have hope he would remember.. The moment you heard the front door open, you leapt out of the couch and went straight to him.

"Will! You're back.. how's your day?" You asked getting a little bit nervous, though you're trying to hide it with a smile, and William seeing you puts a smile on his face, "It went pretty well, did something happened? You look quite nervous, dear." the moment he asked, you knew he has forgotten about your birthday as well..

"I'm... nothing happened! Just found a bunch of roaches earlier when i was cleaning the attic." you played it off with some stupid reason however that's not enough to fool him, he looked at you with affection and worried mix together, then he chuckled as he pulled out a small box from his pocket. "I'm sorry, love, i was just teasing.. happy birthday."

The moment you hear those two words left his lips you could feel tears starting to rolled down your cheeks, your body instantly went to hug him as you buried your face on his chest.

"I thought you would forget my birthday just like others!" you muttered with a hushed tone as he wrapped his arm around you while the other holding the small box, "It was a prank, love, I'm sorry. Did i went too far?" he asked in such a gentle tone and with how his thumb caressing your side makes it hard to get mad at him and you could only shake your head.

How could you get mad at him when he brings you flowers, a necklace and a promise ring. You couldn't get mad at him not when he looked at you as if you're his world, his everything, how he kisses you so affectionately, so gentle.. Of course you couldn't. He's busy, yeah, but that doesn't mean he can't make time for you, he'll always be there whenever you needed him or not.

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|| Everyone forgot about my birthday, it's quite silly if you think about it. I'm an adult yet i get upset over the smallest thing, however it does hurt when your closest friend doesn't remember your birthday. I'm trying to comfort myself by writing.. maybe I'll make more.

|| I'm sorry if this comes off as offensive, I'm just trying to find an idea, tell me if anyone is uncomfortable and I'll change it!!

Omg I love your William headcanon! Idk if you accept requests, but i would love to see you write a fic either on Albert or Von Herder

Lots of love,

Anon.

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ Albert James Moriarty x reader.

|| Thank you for requesting!! I'm genuinely happy that you all enjoy my writing, and thank you for requesting anon!! I hope I don't mischaracterize him. Gn!reader and enjoy!

|| TW : None!! (ˊᗜˋ )

The sounds of birds chirping can be heard outside the window as the sunlight shines through the small gap between the curtains, making [name] turned in their sleep.

Albert felt his heart flutter at the sight of his beloved looking so peaceful during their slumber. Albert found his fingers moving on their own as if it has a mind of it's own as they gently, hold a strand of [name]'s hair, twirling it between his index finger; it felt so soft against it, he could smell the sweet scent of shampoo [name] usually used.

He couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight of his beloved, his fingers moving to reached their cheek as he caresses them, feeling the soft skin. He could see [name]'s lashes flutter as he watched them flutter their eyes open, seeing a small scowl on their face, making Albert chuckle underneath his breath as [name] eyes then met his, turning the scowl into a smile.

Oh how Albert felt his heart skips a beat at the sight of that sweet smile, a small "Good morning." left his lips as he held their cheek with one hand. "Mhm, morning Al, have you been watching me sleep?" [name] replied with a teasing tone, even when they just woke up they're already teasing him, resulting in him crackling a small chuckle.

He took a moment to recall how he remembered [name] being so adventurous whenever he and [name] finished their mission a little earlier, he recalled their memories together; [name] calling Albert's name with those cheerful tone he cherishe and adore utterly, seeing [name] smile while playing with stray cats or dogs whenever [name] managed to found one. He would wonder how one's soul could be so adventurous as if [name] isn't afraid of anything. How [name] managed to make Albert crack a smile whenever he's feeling stressed and pressured he could always come to [name] and he'll always find a reason to smile.

[name] truly means a lot to him, how [name] always there for him, anyone knows how smitten he is for his beloved, even Heavens above would agree. How his heart races everytime he sees [name] even if it's only a glimpse of them, would he trade [name]? No. Never in million years, decades, centuries.

Does "fate" agrees?

Unfortunately, no.

Albert fluttered his eyes open, seeing the other side of the bed empty; leaving a melancholia atmosphere even when the sunlight shines through the window, it still couldn't help make the void in his heart disappear. He couldn't help but let a single tear rolled down his cheek, seeing the empty side.. He misses [name]'s presence... a lot.

How cruel of it, to take away his only joy, his other half, his significant other.. He took away [name] out of all things. Albert would rather "fate" took away his wealth, his strength, his life.. not his beloved, his dear [name]. Even after their death he couldn't forget them, no, how could he? Everything reminds him of [name]. Even small things like books, tea, flowers..

He remembered the time where they would spend their free time snuggling against one another with a cup of hot freshly brewed tea, how [name] would gently caressed his hair while muttering about the book they've read.

Albert misses their voice, that sweet tone, how gentle it sounded to his ears, how it sounded like a sweet melody that'll captived him anytime, and yet, he couldn't hear it again. Never. Even if he begs to Heavens above; to God to bring back his beloved, his significant other it wouldn't change a thing.

[name]'s gone, and Albert couldn't let go.

|| I look forward to what you guys think about this, I'm sorry if i make any mistakes in spelling, grammar, etc, English isn't my first language. I tried my best though!! I'm sorry if i mischaracterize him, but i think this is how he'll act ( ｡– ‸ –｡). I'll make more soon, feel free to request!!

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ William James Moriarty with shy!reader, headcanons!!

|| I've been thinking about this for quite a while, how would William James Moriarty acts if he has a partner who's shy?

|| TW: My opinion!

From my perspective I think he would love it. He would think it's cute, however prepare yourself for being tease a lot.

I tend to think that he's a teasing gremlin, he reminds me of a cunning fox, honestly you would never know how his mind works.

He knew how to caught you off guard, how to make your cheeks flamed up, he would tease you using words, fleeting touches anything that he can think of to get you all flustered.

However if you tell him you're uncomfortable or if he crossed the line of your boundaries, he'll stop instantly.

This man knows how his words can affect you, he has a way with words and thus he used that on you whenever he wants to see that cute expression.

I would like to think he'll not tease you that often in public, he prefer to do anything behind closed doors. That doesn't mean he's opposed to PDA, if you be affectionate with him in public he'll happily oblige.

If you decide to get out of your comfort zone and asked him for help he'll be delighted, he'll help you step by step to overcome your shyness, if the situation is too much for you to handle he'll step in with no hesitation.

Overall he'll be patient and wouldn't mind your shyness, even though you'll get tease a lot from him.

ᯓ Husbandable 100%!! Recommended ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

Sorry if my grammar isn't good, I'm trying to pick up my skills again. Sorry if it's too short!! o(╥﹏╥)o

yan!stalker! ▼・ᴥ・▼

a/n: next week is going to be super cool trust

cw : stalking, paranoia, gn!reader, bribery, gaslighting, creepiness

credits to @viniknp

yan!stalker who is an absolute loser. skinny, frail, barely takes care of himself. he didn't really care, until you acknowledged him. it was a simple hi as you went to your friends. and his heart was hit with cupid's arrow.

okay, so maybe it is overkill to change his major to yours. maybe it's overkill when he blackmails your current partner. and maybe, just maybe, it's overkill when he follows you home. he can see how you look paranoid, but really, he's doing you a favor!

besides, you shouldn't be alone anyways! what if some guy hits on you? what then? he's not that good at fighting!! well he could ask his dad for some money for a hitman- but that takes too long!!!

yan!stalker is surprisingly good at bribery. his wet sorry cat look works well on people. which is why he managed to be partners with you for your project. and why he's managed to keep frat boys away from you. who knew beer and some fake ids were just what it took???

doesn't matter, yan!stalker is officially partners with you...for the project. you keep avoiding him like the plague if it's not about it. he's really friendly! that figure in the distance following you wasn't him! memo: be less noticeable

he tries to make more small talk. you don't seem interested, changing the subject to the project once again. who cares about this stupid project?!!! he can pay for an A! he suggests his house to study in, you recommend the library. WHY ARE YOU SO ANNOYING!!!

no, he can't get mad right now. just agree, and then he can clear things up. he just needs to get closer to you. soothe that...paranoia. and you'll see him as a friend, and then boyfriend, and then fiance, and then-

hello my lovelies!! ^_^

Yan!Sukuna Headcanons (^_^)v

a/n: me when the me when the cutie, this was a bit inspired by black forest cookie's backstory

cw : slight gore (eyes), bad family, tell me if I missed anything!

ship: sukuna x offering!gn!reader

yan!sukuna who's tired of the same festival over and over again...yes it brings him gold and fortune that is basically a bribe so that he doesn't destroy this village. Another gold piece he'll never wear and another...

yan!sukuna who's a bit confused by who's kneeling in front of him right now. your parents(?) are raving about how you'll be a perfect spouse—servant—anything, anything he wants. you don't seem all that disturbed, just looking at him with those big eyes...looking at him like he just created the universe.

he accepts the offering- you - mostly because of confusion and curiosity. he doesn't really know what do with you. he sends you to help Uraume with tasks, you make a mean tempura that even he bothers eating. he's never had many companions as a cursed spirit except for uraume, especially a non sorcerer, you claim your parents never taught you how.

yan!sukuna who grows fonder as you spend time with him. when he's destroying another village that doesn't quite please him, he let's you stray to the pretty flowers (not too far though, you're still his). uraume also seems to..tolerate you? you can't tell, they gave you a lot of cooking lessons though!

yan!sukuna who keeps...staying close to you. one of his lower arms is always there, lingering on your hip. the only time it's not is when you could possibly be in danger. he likes how your eyes always look away almost as if it's a sin.

he likes giving you the eyes of the most 'fair' person in the village. they're never as fair. never as beautiful.

"My spirit..do you see how I cannot compare your beauty to anyone else?"

yes this is a wee bit ooc but listen!!!!!!!

MASTERLIST!!

Reminder! More will be put as I post more of my yan! headcanons and fics!

JUJUTSU KAISEN

YANDERE CHARACTERS

Yan!Gamer

Yan!Patron

Yan!Rockstar

Yan!Hero pt1

cant afford therapy so im writing x reader fics of my favorite characters as a cheaper sollution

I seriously need some Hwang Jun ho fics with a plus size reader

There aren't enough and i need more please 🥺!!!!!!

Leona Kingscholar x Reader: Love Letters (END)

Y’all, let’s pretend it’s still Feb 14 

this thing has literally been chilling in my drafts since the first part of this series 😭 so, uh, if anything seems off, it’s because I wrote this before I wrote parts 2-6

Hope you enjoy! This entry contains a very small reference to Episode/Book 1

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | END [!]

You enter the library. Your mind was still racing from the possibilities of your…admirer? Ugh, it was still weird to think about! Who could it be!? 

You weren't even here for the books but it would be nice to maybe get some studying done. There was a big exam coming up soon or so you had heard from Riddle. You sigh and get to work, gathering books. 

Plus, Ace and Deuce wouldn't come find you here anyway. You had dropped Grim-sitting duty on them, which in retrospect, wasn't a good idea. If anything did happen, you had no part in that. You'll bail them out of the consequences later.

You'd been here a few times before. After all, you were a complete stranger to this world and the library seemed like the best place to find out more. Since you weren't from this world, you could treat this just like reading the lore of a fictional world. That made things fun for you. 

You made your way to your spot at the back of the library. Nobody usually goes back there so you've laid claim to it as your private reading spot. The books you've compiled completely block your view so you carefully put them down, watching your step. You pull a chair out and you freeze.

The soft sound of breathing and a light inconsistent thumping. You look beyond your pile of books.There lies a slumbering man, head laying on his arms as he's slumped over the table. 

He has messy brown locks, there are two braids framing his face. His unbuttoned shirt and rolled up sleeves gave off the impression he was rather careless with his appearance. You really hated how he appeared to give off that 'I woke up like this' look but still managed to look gorgeous. Most notable of all, of course, were the fuzzy lion ears on top of his head and the furry tail with a tassel of fur at the end. 

You stare silently. Internally, your thoughts are going off like a lightning round.

Who is this guy? Is this a beastman? Should I be scared? Is this a good time to run? Will he wake up? What will I do if he wakes up? Can I even outrun a beastman? If he's not a cat, what is he- 

He shifts. His head leans slightly to the side, off his arms. He does this rather gracefully and now you can see his beautiful features that just scream 'big trouble'. Oh boy, that scar is not helping your heart. You're starting to understand your admirer. It does indeed feel like an oncoming heart attack.

You notice him shivering just a little. Maybe beastmen were simply more sensitive to the cold draft. It is basically Winter after all and you've definitely had it hard living in Ramshackle. You sigh and shrug off your blazer. 

Hoping you don't wake him up, you gently lay it over him. You tense as the tassel at the end of his tail thumps against the chair. His ears twitch and your heart clenches. 

It's adorable, the animal traits. Especially on a handsome guy like that? Well, the gap here was gigantic. Paired with the scar, it gave him a roguish-edge that would make anyone swoon.

Wait a second. A scar? You stop and gasp rather loudly. You quickly slap a hand over your own mouth. His ears twitch and you pray to the great sevens he hasn't woken up. 

It's the grouchy guy from the botanical garden! The last time you had seen him he was threatening to bite your face off or something and you hadn't paid attention to his face. Aha! So you were right, all the attractive people here were the worst. 

His name was Leona, or so you had assumed. That's what Ruggie had called him that day. Ah, stupid! You knock yourself on the head. If only you had recognized him sooner!

You had met him other times before in the botanical garden again. Your conversations were always awkward with him making sly remarks and implications about mauling you. 

Once he was in a better mood though, he made an okay conversational partner. Leona was rather intelligent and sometimes he threw some advice at you when you were doing your homework. Of course, that was because of his weird superiority complex over you. 

You never really paid attention to his face though, the first time he had looked at you was intimidating enough. You never asked for his name either. Your mind must've repressed the details of his face in your head. 

You hadn't gotten the chance to speak to him again since everything just…happened with Heartslabyul. He had completely slipped your mind as you were reeling from the incident. You felt kind of bad. 

You glumly wondered if you could get your blazer back. But then again, you didn't want him to freeze to death. But then again, if you took it from Leona now, you could leave your future nuisance cold. Wait, that was kind of mean. He was kind of friendly and helpful sometimes. 

You wish the guys here weren't so complicated but you had to admit, that was their charm. Yes, they were all jerks. You're starting to think Stockholm syndrome is sinking in. 

With a sigh, you take a seat and open a book. You sneak a glance at the beastman to find he's still sleeping like a rock. Leona's no longer shivering. I just let him have the jacket because I don't want to risk waking him. You reason to yourself. 

You bring your focus back to the book you're currently reading as you try to ignore Leona. Dang it, even when he's not doing anything, he manages to captivate your attention. You huff but keep your eyes on the book. 

What feels like about a few minutes later, you lower the book with a sigh.  "Oh my great-" You try not to scream. 

His lidded emerald eyes bore into you, pinning you still. A tiny amused smile plays at his lips as his . You nearly threw your book at him out of sheer shock.

"You- How long were you awake?" You calm yourself down with deep breaths as you still look at him wide-eyed. "Hm, long enough." Leona makes a low hum, there's still a calm smile on his face.

"That's very specific." You respond. Silence fills the air as you try to hold a staring contest with him. You don't really feel like returning to your book. His green eyes just keep drawing you in. You wonder how deep they go. You might've been imagining it but they were really bright.

"Hm, like what you see?" 

Your face turns red as you groan. You drop your head into the table. "No, stop. This is the worst Valentines day." You grumble. 

"Tell me about it." You hear him reply, you hate how every time he speaks, your heart skips a beat. You're starting to understand your admirer. "Don't patronize me. You're attractive and cool, you got a bunch of confessions or something." You snap. You're just stating the obvious when you call him that. 

"What? There's nothing to be jealous about. Valentines is a day just like any other, where some win and others lose." Leona drawls. "Ugh, yeah. At least there was free food." You mumble, then you remember Ruggie. "Wait no, my food got stolen by that jerk." You scowl.

You're still face down on the table. You notice his tail underneath the table. You watch as it inches closer to you. 

"Did you like the candy hearts?"

You freeze. You didn't…nobody but Ace, Deuce and Grim should've known the contents of that pouch. Of course, the only exception would be the-

You shoot up from, just as you feel the tassel of his tail wrap itself around your ankle and pull. You fall forward onto the table, inches away from hitting the wood. 

"Wow, what the heck was th-" You shout before you look up. You can feel his breath tickle your face but more importantly, those green eyes. The orange vest meant he was a Savanaclaw student if the animal features weren't already a dead giveaway. 

"You…You're Leona Kingscholar, the dorm head of Savanaclaw." You pause. 

"That's right. I would've thought you'd figure this out sooner." He snorts softly. Leona looks at you expectantly to continue.  

"And…"

"And?"

"You're my secret admirer."

You're this close to banging your hand against the table if it turns out you're completely wrong. 

"So, you finally caught me."

You breathe out a giant sigh of relief, leaning back into your seat. "Oh thank the great sevens!" You laugh, wiping tears of joy and relief from the corner of your eyes. You lay back and laugh some more. 

"You're…that overjoyed that your secret admirer was me?" Leona looks incredulously at you. You stop to breathe, you realize how weird this probably looks to him. "Uh, um…" You consider his question carefully. 

You blink at him blankly as you think. He sighs after a moment. "Ahh, I get it. So, it's a rejection." He grumbles. "No, no, i-it's not like that!" You frantically shook your head. 

"I…I accept. You're cool. I want to get to know you better first though? Like, why were you so confident I wouldn't reciprocate?" You raise an eyebrow. To your surprise, a subtle blush somewhat forms on his face as his eyes widened only slightly. 

"I don't know if you're really that dense to not notice. Most people don't like me, herbivore." He growls, tail flailing around lazily. "But, Bucchi seems to like you plenty and those Savanaclaw students cared enough to cover up for you." You frown. 

"That's because I pay Ruggie and those students fear me too much to say anything." Leona snorts. "Hm…I don't think that's true at all." You sigh, 

"You're very intelligent, cool and most of all- You're pretty pretty." You pull a cringe face that immediately gives you secondhand embarrassment…from yourself. Leona seems to think it's dumb because he shoves his hand in your face and pushes you back.

"Ah, okay. I get it." You groan, grabbing his hand off your face. Leona smirks, his fingers intertwining with yours. 

Your face turns red, being around this man would do you no good.

Ao3: HERE If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

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holy shit i'm fucking desperateeee helpppp😭😭

i've been trying to find that one post where reader/you is like, uh, a maid in a cafe(?) type shi. and like, it's interactive? the reader gets to choose their dialogues and stuff, like, if they don't want the options given, they can type out their own response too. it's a jjk fic btw. where gojo and geto go to the cafe being treated by server reader and all that. idk the set timeline(haven't gone far yet) but i know damn well that geto was wearing his signature robe(???? idk😭😭 I'm lost, pls don't kill me.) or some shit, idk anymoreee. pleaseee hep and let me knowww.

im desperate.

Rundown

Warning: dubcon/noncon themes in part one, dirty talk, scummy Price, implied age gap, babysitter! Reader, Wife is named, cheating, Price has a chronic need for a wife that makes him happy, nsft, brief breeding kink, one usage of daddy, p in v, no protection

Original prompt by ceilidho

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Part 1 | part 2

"Mr Price- I tried to-" You were stammering, a whole new tremor running through you. As you started with big watery eyes. "I tried to tell you..."

But you gasped as you felt another roll of his hips stutter forward. John guided your frozen body to twist around, pressing your back to the mattress as you hiccuped. Apologizing over and over as your eyes recoiled from his unwavering gaze. Pressing his cock back into your tight heat with a deep groan from his chest. His eyes glazed over as he stared down at your meak form.

Another rut made you preen. Blinking through thick tears as your lips parted. Hands reaching up and tugging on his shirt. "Please- I can't-"

"ssh." He silenced, squeezing your cheeks so your lips smooshed together. Forced to pucker as you sniffed. "Quite pet."

He was thinking with his dick. He knew. Months upon months of nothing but his hand and itchy pillows. Not even twenty men could pry him from the clench of your sobbing pussy. He wasn't lying; you felt like heaven. John leaned down as he pressed his nose to your cheek. "Feel good?" He whispered, adjusting his grip on your face.

You hesitantly nod. Because it did. If felt amazing. Felt wicked. It was. This whole thing was wrong yet nothing has felt more right.

With that, Price let out a huff as he nodded your head for you. "Yeah?"

"ah huh.." was all you could breath out as you laid there. Hands grasping at his arms, nails scratching along the hair that covered them.

And your eyes rolled back as his hips picked up pace once again. His fingers threaded between yours as the press of his wedding band burned against you. Missing the way way his fingers pinched at your ring finger.

-- -- --

Neither of you talked about it. It was like it never happened at all. As it should have been. It should have never happened. You knew that and you were sure John knew that. It felt wrong to look at Colleen knowing that you left their house with John's cum drenching your underwear and threatening to roll down your legs. The peddle back home was agonizing as you felt the the squelch of your combined juices with each shift against the bike seat.

You considered quitting. It would be the right thing to do. It should be what you're doing instead of entering their house with a smile on your face and baby James gifted back into your arms. Accepting paychecks from manicured fingers as if the scent of her husband's sweaty cock hasn't stained your palm. How he's come home early, spotting you and asking in a hushed voice if the 'other misses' was home.

You should be sick with yourself. Disturbed how easily you fell down this rabbit hole. So willingly. Yet some part of you felt justified. They were miserable together and clearly only stayed for the baby. But even then, with how often Colleen left the house and called you up to do her duty as a mother you were beginning to doubt James was going to be their glue for much longer.

Did she know? Was she able to smell her perfume on your neck. The scent of her husband's cock on your breath. Did she see the missed specs of cum still in your hair? Did she care?

So many questions that gnawed at you more than any guilt did.

-- -- --

John's stubbornness was a double-edged sword. Once fixated on finally repairing his failing marriage now became an unbreakable wall to rip it to shreds. Not telling you about obvious signs of what remained of your debauchery, cooing to James late at night how his new mommy was going to be just so sweet for them both. Grinning at his son's small hands grabbing at you whenever you came over. The kid knew what he wanted just like his father.

It was a pride thing. He knew deep down. He's stopped enjoying the touch of his wife years ago. But he was a man of his word; he was committed to her happiness. Through sickness and in health. It's why he let her speak so coldly to him when her mood soured like a ripe lime. Why he kept his ring on her finger despite her tantrums and wails. He wouldn't stand for the mockery his men would snide at him being unable to keep his bird in check. Unable to keep her tucked under his arm.

But now, with you in the picture, that stubbornness could be shifted to a new track. He knew he was in trouble the minute he saw you. You weren't the most overly qualified, and your face had a glow that could have melted even hardened men such as him. He wouldn't doubt even Simon would relent to that shine in your pretty eyes.

James loved you. He seemed to crave your nurturing more than his own birth mother. And who was he to deny his son? His world.

So when Colleen was having another one of her fits; the only way you could tell James was even hers. So similar to the two, John had to cover his mouth as a smirk threatened to quirk on his lips. She slammed down the divorce papers and dared him with that glare of hers to finally give her up.

He just uncrossed his arms, nodding as he leaned forward, elbows perched on the table as he held out his hand. "Got a pen?"

"what-?!" She barked. Colleens eyes wide with shock.

"pen, love, do you have one?"

His wife knew when he wasn't joking. She's been with him long enough to see the signs. He wasn't calling her bluff this time. Her lips trembled for a moment before forcing themselves into a firm line as she slapped a pen down into his hand. Watching as how easily he wrote his signature and checked through each page.

As soon it was done she snatched the papers from him, thrusting her ring down up on the table with a noisy clatter. "I hope you enjoy that little skank of yours." Was all she could hiss before turning on her heel and storming out. Grabbing her purse and jacket and fumbling for her phone.

-- -- --

You got a call to return for another day on the job sooner than you expected. When you knocked on the door you were greeted with John's build looming over you. Expectant of your arrival. Grinning beneath his bushy mustache as he guided you into the home.

"where's Jammy?" You coo out, awaiting to be greeted by the baby but John just shook his head.

"just us, hon, she's taken him out today."

"then why-"

But he didn't let you question, cupping your jaw as he tilted your head up. And you knew instantly what you were here for. Swallowing as he led you to the couch, taking you right there. Pinning your soft body beneath his as your ankles dangled at his ears. His cock plunged ruthlessly into your needy core, heavy balls smacking against your ass as he grunted.

"gimme your hand, sweetheart." He coaxed, prying your hand from gripping his forearm as he pulled the ring from his pocket, his trousers hanging around his meaty thighs, slipping his ring around your finger and immediately letting out an almost pained coo. "Don't worry, we'll get it fitted. Looks so pretty on you."

But you were barely even able to moan from the air being punched out of your lungs with the way his cock was barging straight into your womb. Too fucked out to fully process what he was saying as your brain was replaced with cotton.

"my pretty little wife, gonna give me another one, ain't ya? Give your son a little brother, hm?"

You could only dumbly nod, probably agree to anything he said like this. Something he was going to keep a note of. Your pussy twitching at just the thought. The coil grew tighter and tighter. Your walls choking his cock making him groan.

"that's it, mama. Come for daddy-"

Rundown

Babysitter reader accidentally falling asleep in Price’s bed only to wake up to a big man crawling up behind her and shoving her legs apart while murmuring his wife’s name :\\ too bad she can’t correct him because the pillow keeps muffling her screams. - prompt by ceilidho

Warning: dubcon/noncon themes (reader doesn't verbally agree to sex but has wanted to fuck John secretly), somno kink, dirty talk, drunk! Price, implied age gap, babysitter! Reader, Wife is named, cheating, p in v sex, no protection, John's a nasty dog, Price is sloshed and can barely hold off his orgasm

Did i write this instead of sleeping? Yes. Do I have regrets? Many. I just couldn't stop thinking about this and knew I had to atleast try my hand.

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Part 1 | part 2

You've been babysitting for the price family for almost a month now. A small bundle of joy surprisingly docile in your arms after the wailinig for the baby boy would have cradled in her embrace. You hated the glare Colleen would snap your way as soon as her son shushed. You weren't sure why, at first you chalked it up to coincidence. Just the baby being well- a baby. But then you let yourself linger in her presence and found yourself curling away from the sting in your nostrils from the strength of her perfume. A lovely brand you had no way to afford, truely she was a woman to envy. Even in her years she's aged like wine; Rosé to be exact. She was primped and refined. A polished diamond with every sharp edge pointed in your direction. The many necklaces she adorned on her neck were chunky and sparkled with real gems that surely John has gifted to her over their marriage. Though, it made an uncomfortable resting spot for the babe.

But little James had much to protest about the way his mother's nails were too long and dug into his soft skin. To cry and scream when her perfume was just too much. When her makeup smeared against his chubby cheek and the new texture roused him into another fit. Only soothed once back in the arms clad in soft cardigans and sweaters, the smell of gentle floral soap and smooth skin against his own.

You've heard Colleen before bark at John to find a new sitter making small comments about how her baby clearly hates her. How neither of the men in her life seem to want her presence always resulting in a heavy sigh from John, firm words of curt comfort but she'd just bare her teeth and curl her painted lips. Not taking his words as anything more than another spew of thoughtless support. Not stopping her cries of woe until John has enough and grit words of defence through his grinding teeth.

You tried not to listen in; it wasn't your business after all but you couldn't help but feel pity. Some days it was for Colleen, clearly stressed and trying to latch onto something she can't quite grasp. But other days you felt a deep pity for John; peering in with little James bouncing in your hold as he sat at the dining room table with his head in his hands. Shoulders sagging down with the weight of the world digging into them.

Poor little James having to hear all this. Often, you tried to keep him distracted with the jingle of your keys or read out of a storybook to drown out their thunderous voices.

There's been a time Johns found you like that, huddled up by the crib shushing and slowly rocking the baby to sleep. A storybook in your lap and a relieved slumped as you stare at James' sleeping face. And so, to avoid waking up his son, he'd get close to your ear, ruffling your hair and giving your shoulder a firm squeeze as he muttered, 'Good girl. Such a sweet girl for keeping him happy' and 'sorry you had to hear all that, love' as he insisted on slipping you another small stack of pound notes for the extra stress. No matter how many times you've tried to decline.

Just as many times you've tried to convince yourself you didn't touch yourself that night because of his words. You definitely didn't imagine him mumbling sweet nothing's of how good you are, so perfect and sweet for him. He was a married man, for God's sake!

A soon-to-be divorced one if things continued to persist the way they were.

You didn't dare let these feelings show; for fear of losing your job and the possible disdain that would cloud over his aged features that you'd have the audacity to think of him that way. Unable to bring yourself to even consider baring the thought of his disapproval. It was too much. It made your stomach twist in ways stressful university exams never did.

-- -- --

RIIIIING

You rose from your afternoon nap, a startled sound ripped from your throat. textbook and laptop discarded clumsily at the table. The sofa creaking as you pulled yourself up, eyes squinting as you tried to find your phone in the darkness. Eyes already aching from staring at your laptop screen for hours even when it grew dark. Took engrossed in finishing your assignment to care that you were in pitch black. Only napping to soothe the sting.

You plucked your phone from the floor and saw it was Colleen calling you. Your eyes widened as you hastily answered. "Mrs Price! Is everything okay?"

"I need you to come over as soon as possible, Im already running late to meet with the girls and I need someone to watch James."

Your brows pinched in confusion. Checking the time and saw it was 10 o'clock. Surely there had to be someone more local.

"where's John-?"

"being useless as always, drinking and leaving me to do all his shit for him."

Your eyes practically bulged out of your skull; sure you've heard her be nasty but this was the first time you've ever heard her be so brazen with her dislike for her husband. Her voice oozing with venomous spit as each word punched out from her throat.

You thought it would be for the best not to say anything. Swallowing what words of defence you had for John, you slid off your couch. "I'll- uh- I'll be on my way."

You slipped on your shoes and your warmest coat, thankful your keys already sat in its pocket. You rushed out of your door, having to cycle your way over. Usually you'd catch the bus and then cycle the rest of the way but night buses weren't running where you needed to go.

Never have you peddled so quickly. Your legs were on fire by the time you arrived and Colleen was hissing at you as she scurried out the door for how late you were making her. Muttering the whole time she got in her car and was driving off into the night. You stumbled into the house and immediately went upstairs to check on James and thankfully he was still sleeping.

Hours you spent waiting for John to return home or even Collen. Anyone to bid you off so you could go back home and sink into the plush of your bed. Sleeping on the sofa and then all that peddling has strung your body until you were nothing but knots. Sitting down almost the entire time as your legs protested to any further usage.

You only went into the bedroom to grab the spare baby monitor to check if it was still working, but you got nosey. Peeking around and finding colleens vanity, staring at the unflattering reflection. Your hair was a mess, and your clothes were screwed on your body. You could smell your sweat and it wasn't even hot. With great hesitance, you picked and sniffed at the collection of perfume that sat there. All were much too strong for your tastes until you found a bottle tucked into the very corner. It looked like it hadn't been touched for a while, not even half empty, but it wasn't old. The brand's logo was chipped at the edges, and the bottle was sealed the wrong way. You couldn't resist giving it a small sniff and were pleasantly surprised to find such a kind smell. It was vanilla and rose water; with a small bit to your lip and against all your better judgment. You sprayed a shy spritz on your neck and dabbed it into either side. Already feeling like a grander woman.

But your curiosity died as the king-sized bed seemed to be calling your name. Sheets are neatly folded, and pillows are fluffed. With James back asleep after some fuss and a diaper change you slinked into the covers with mumbled apologies.

Sleep claiming you faster than you ever expected, slumped heavily against the mattress as your nose was filled with John's scent. A heady mix of both his natural order and the shampoo he used. Your nose sinking into the pillow even in your dreams as you inhaled deeply. Happy hums filling the empty room before soft snores took their place.

-- -- --

John on the other hand was not so lovingly dozed off. He wasn't partying with friends and running his mouth about all his stresses. No he was haggard as he just barely pulled himself away from the sticky counter. The bartender muttering something along the lines of him getting back to the misses.

His misses.

He was nothing but a stubborn bastard. That was his ring on her finger and he couldn't swallow the uncomfortable bitter pill that was his reality. He's been finding his ring 'mistakenly' left on the bathroom counter. She was already bringing up divorce whenever he glared at her a second too long.

He couldn't have it. What kind of man would he be if he stood by and let her go prancing off. That was his wife. His.

His fist hit the counter with a determined sneer and he shoved himself away. Wobbling for a moment before he was able to muster his legs into a familiar march. His footsteps were unsteady but persistent in their journey. The bar was within walking distance and what was a little fresh air to help sober him up so he can face his woman how he should. Steel in his composure and fire burning in his eyes as he was going to-

To-

Fuck. There are so many things he's been wanting to do. It's been too long. Much too long without being in between her legs. The heat of a welcoming cunt was now foreign as he had to rub himself with the rough callouses of his hand. No amount of spit could replace the heavenly slick of a woman's arousal. Didn't sound the same when he fucked his fist. Didn't smell the same. Didn't feel the same.

She was truly a cruel woman. He could withstand her sneers and moaning, but to deprive him of the luxury of a husband was the devil's work. His own personal torment after so many years of bloodshed and muddled honors.

Perhaps if that walk was as sobering as he told himself it was, he would have noticed the car that was missing. The bike parked in its place. The tranquil quite of his home shattered, 2 am in the morning, as he heaved himself through the door and winced at the thud of the door. Pausing to hear any cries of his son or the pissed off yell of disappointment but he was met with nothing.

He lumbered through his house after kicking off his boots. His coat was thrown somewhere in the darkness as he crept up the stairs and shuffled into his bedroom. There, he saw the lump of a figure in his bed, and his brain clicked into gear. Licking his dry lips, he dusted his hands off his jeans, already undoing his belt as he stepped out of the fabric as soon as it pooled down to his ankles. Crawling onto the bed as he stared at the sleeping miss in his bed, eyes beyond blurred and too blinded by his determination, maybe he would have noticed the obvious differences between you and his wife.

He presses sloppy open mouth kisses to your shoulder. "Col- Colly, He slurred out as each kiss grew higher and higher. The untrimmed scruff of his mutton chops scratching against your cheek ear as he babbled in gruff murmurs. "Wake up, honey."

But he had no patience for his 'wife' to rise from her slumber. Your stirring only egged him on as he caged your slumbering body in with hands on either side of your shoulders. Moving the blanket down to reveal your covered form. He huffed in disapproval. "Tuckered out? Didn't even undress." He scolded but there was no heat to his words as he began to undo the buttons of your jeans and eased them down your legs. Shifting your shirt as high as he could before grunting as your unconscious form was no help.

"this why..you need me." His chest pressed heavily down onto your back as his large hands wandered along your curves. Pinching at the chub he didn't remember Colleen having but it's been so long he just dismissed it. "Keep ya nice and warm."

John couldn't wait any longer. Pushing your underwear to the side and his fingers curled against the fabric as he rutted against your silky folds through the fabric of his briefs. Like a dog in heat his hips grinded hard against your sex. His nose burying in your neck as he huffed the smell of perfume - he got her that for their anniversary. He knew she was still missing him. All that bullshit of insisting she'd never wear one of his gifts again. Throwing out jewelry that was now deemed tacky, all because he bought it, and clothes she just shunned as old news.

With a growl he yanked his boxers down as he grabbed his already half hard cock. Rubbing it through your glistening sex, already so wet for him. Perfect little wife. He didn't take long for him to chub to full mass as he huffed at the floral scent on your neck. "Gonna fix it- gonna fix everything-"

As soon as his cock pressed into your entrance you were startled awake. The sudden sting making your eyes pry open. Your breathing hitched as you heard John's voice mumbling something into your skin as you opened your mouth but he just shushed you. "None of that. Don't start, just need you tonight." He presses his hips frimer to your ass as the fat head of his cock speared your cunt. He groaned deeply with a curse knocked out of him. "So fucking tight-"

Your cheeks burned as you tried to squirm away from the blistering heat of your poor fluttering walls being pried apart by his sheer girth. Gasping into the pillow. With a huff John yanked you further down with a sharp tug on your underwear, his free hand pressing down on the back of your neck to keep you nice and arched. Any words you tried to squeak out immediately muffled.

"that's it, just open up for me, Coll." He cooed, the stretch of alcohol thick on his breath as he squeezed your neck. Feeling the way your pussy betrayed you, crying all over his big dick as you heard each grunt and groan rattle in your ears. Just able to hear it over the sound of your own heart thumping so loudly you thought for a moment it lodged itself into your skull. "Atta girl."

As soon as your ass was flush to his pelvis you let out a whimper. Clutching at the bedding your eyes squeezed shut. The pain faded into a dull numbness before the tug of a vein rubbing against your walls had you softly moaning. So full. You could barely breathe with how far it was pressed to your stomach. Surely shoving your organs up and lodging them into your throat. A knot tight in it as your eyes fluttered open.

Unable a moment to breathe as he guided you back onto his cock with every thrust that sent you jolting forward. The stitches of your underwear screamed as he set his pace. sloppy but reaching deep within. Kissing your cervix with each thrust as you trembled. Blinking you didn't even notice the tears that poured down your heated cheeks as you kept shaking your head. Any attempt of protest cut off by your own traitorous moan.

Fuck it feels good. Why must if feel so good. You've imagined what his cock would feel like but you never imagined this. Never thought you'd actually be feel it drill into your poor cunt as you sniffled and sobbed.

John could barely restrain himself. When did her pussy ever feel this good? So tight and clamping down on his cock as if it were the first time. Has it really been so long that her body became as foreign to him as it he was to her. That made his teeth grit as he panted. "Shit- gonna- fuuck-"

He didn't need to say if for you to know. Your stomach clenched as your thighs tried to squeeze tight together like that would stop anything. Not with his thick thighs spreading your legs wide and welcoming for him. "J-John-" you hiccuped.

Voice so strained it became high pitched. Needy. It made his head spin or maybe that was just the alcohol catching up to him. Groaning deep from within his chest as he flooded your tight hole with hot ropes of cum. Rolling his hips lazily with each squirt. "Sorry...been too long-" he kissed your shoulder and your cheek. "You feel like heaven, love."

But John was never a selfish lover. He let go of your underwear as he remained snugly slotted into your warmth. Relishing in its slick heat. Thick fingers finding your clit with startling ease as he rubbed in circles. Fast and his rhythm broken but with how your clit was already throbbing needily it didn't deter your body from singing out. Hands clawing at the pillow your face was buried against as you bucked into the friction. Shaking your head as you tried to fight off how good it felt.

Whines spilling out of you as you chanted pleas and curses but it all fell on deaf ears. "Ohh- oh!" You pulsed around him as your own orgasm tightened in your lower belly. No matter how much you tried to deter it, John was insistent of your pleasure.

"c'mon on, Coll, make a mess on my cock." He cooed as he pressed more of his weight down into your back to keep you from squirming too much. "Know you miss it."

You cried out as it crashed over you. Stars filling your already blurry vision as stray droplets of tears fell down. The cover of the pillow damp with your tears and specks of drool you desperately tried to swallow down.

Both of you just laying there for awhile. You were stiff as a rock and he was slowly rolling his hips. Fucking his cum deeper into you with more kisses to your sticky skin. His hand weaving up to your hair as he tugged your head from the pillow. Blinking sluggishly as he expected to be greeted with the face of his wife but instead he was met with his babysitter. Cheeks streaked with tears and your lips parted with a small gloss of drool. Sniffling as your eyes latched to his dumb stare. Just looking down at you with an unreadable expression.

"you're not my wife."

welcome 2 kageswan

“and like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.”

june | 8teen | she/her | alt: @kagewamas | aspired writer

ABOUT ME !

my name is june and i’m starting this blog to write about all the different fandoms im in, but primarily haikyuu atm. i’ve written a couple successful socmeds on different accounts and oneshots, but im trying to be more organized with this blog. i hope you enjoy!! :)

MASTERLIST

The Cosmos Complete

A Shooting Star (Tanjiro x Reader) Pt2 Masterlist

This is the finale part of my Shooting Star series, this doesn't exactly follow the true ending for Demon Slayer but, I wanted a little angst in there. Swearing, killing, blood, fighting, death.. all that good stuff. So a fast forward to the final battle.

"TANJIRO!" Y/n shrieked watching as her husband slowly morphed into something he hated, loathed, and swore to end... with rushed steps, she took in the scene in front of her, her brother pinned under the demon, the way Tanjiro bared his fangs at his masks man. It was all so much, so much to handle in such a short amount of time. Having just lost the only sister figure she ever had, didn't even get to say a true goodbye! What was once her elegant and delicate bow is now safely in the hands of Kanoe. 'No no!' She didn't want to see another demon break her heart, not after the monster that took Shinobu's life! The same monster that had treated her mother so gently. It hurt, she hated him now but, she couldn't help the softest bit of heartbreak that flooded through her as his colored eye slowly lost their vibrant shade and how his smirk dropped as realization truly settled in. God, she felt like vomiting! For the first time, she was truly fearful. The castle reeked of death... 'Oh Tanjiro,' she couldn't help but worry for her lover's nose, how sensitive it was... That damaged castle took Friends, family... and now lovers, right out of her grasp. It was as if her world was crumbling around her... her cosmos imploding again, destroying it the same way it was created... with a bang.

"KAMADO!" Inosuke screamed, his blue tips soaked red and his mask had been stripped long ago... his tears were evident, slowly falling down the curve of his bruised cheek as he struggled against the force of his friend... his brother. "BROTHER PLEASE!" no matter how much he screamed, yelled, and cried... nothing was reaching him. He didn't want to... neither did but, but reality slowly started to fall on the twins. The realization that the extermination of demons... was at their fingertips... but could they pay the price that was being demanded. "Y-y/n," his voice was broken, a plea to his sister, desperation hanging off each syllable. He needed her guidance, her brains! What was the answer? She had always been the smart one! The one to save them, she would always save them... right?

"Inosuke," She watched as his sword slowly began to bend under the sheer strength of Tanjiro... 'We have to'... "WE HAVE TO!" She screamed, tears pouring down, panic truly setting in, Never in her life had her sword felt so heavy... her deer skull so suffocating... and her wedding ring burned as if begging her. She knew... He knew... They had to kill him... His best friend... Her husband... Their Sun. With tight, deep, breaths, time slowed around them. She took slow steps, the mear feet becoming miles as she moved. Watching as Inosuke switched their positions, pinning Tanjiro down and struggling to keep him there. He was only half fighting him, she could tell how badly he wanted to give in, save his friend... but who was he to not fulfill his wishes...

"Y-y/n," He muttered, moving his stare so her could clearly see his twin, watching as her deer skull fell to the ground... a sickening crack followed as it bounced, once, twice before settling. With her face on clear display, the agony, the distress, the sadness. Why her? Why must it be her? The cosmos shouldn't have to destroy her own Sun, lose, or extinguish the very light that illuminates her. Oh, how lonely it is... being the strongest, what burdens does a God truly carry? To look into the eyes of a monster... for reassurance... for a safe haven where she could truly love a mortal. "I-I can't," Inosuke muttered, his defensive hold faltering... "I'm Sorry..." He groaned softly, allowing the claws of Tanjiro to sink into his skin, the searing pain...

"NO!" Screaming, she reacted before thinking, slamming into the demon and forcing him off her brother. Putting quite a bit of distance between them, Running her hand through Inosuke's hair, panicking at his unconscious state. Making sure she could still see the Dmeon out of the corner of her eye, "Inosuke?" She slid her hand to his neck, searching for his pulse... hesitating... her heart dropping when she felt nothing. Moving and adjusted his body, trying to get a read, just to see if his heart still pumped. "Brother?" She whimpered softly, the relief she felt as the subtle thump... thump... hammered against her fingertips. "Okay... Okay..." Steading her own heartbeat, she took a stand, protective in front of him.

Tanjiro stood, his body morphed ever so slightly... Still looking like himself... his soft face, his gentle smile... his sweet scent... how sickening. The only distinctive difference stood within his eyes... They weren't the kind and sparkling ones they were before entering the castle... No, they were sharp, mean... aggressive. She refused to look away from them... as they stood as the only reminder of what had been done... "My Love," She muttered, adjusting her Stance to strike... "Do not fear," She whispered, her grip on her swords tightening, "I shall follow you soon,"

With quick speed, she struck him, but she was taken aback by his own speed... She should have expected it... shame on her to think that the blood of the demon god was not superior to hers. He had blocked her with ease, his stance unwavering. His own attack followed shortly after, causing her to be sent flying... crashing into the ground with a crack before skidding to a stop, blood smearing as she did so. "AKA," She stilled for a moment, sitting to catch her pained breath before bouncing up and attacking again. Clashing back and forth, each swing a little weaker than the last, her stamina draining faster, from the battles before to this one now... she had spilled much blood. She refused to pull away though, her eyes refusing to leave him... knowing if she did so she'd die in seconds. "I HAVE TO!" Unsure of who she was yelling at, herself? or the soul that was once her lover, "TANJIRO!" She moved, her movements quicker than before, now carrying an intent to kill. Each step she took left swirls of colors and stars. Left then right quick, intentional... deadly.

'Y/n' She watched as his body froze... leaving the perfect opening for her to strike. It was as if for a moment he was battling himself, allowing her the perfect setup to kill.

"I LOVE YOU!" Screaming, she swung her sword down harshly, aiming for his neck... 'My beautiful Husband...' Her eyes drifted... oh how they drifted... Trailing from his eyes to his smile. One that she had woken up to so many times... so gentle... loving. Then to his hair, once she'd run her hands through it, so soft and fluffy.. never neat. And Finally, she landed on his wedding band... displayed his soul devotion to her and her alone... "Oh, My dear hus AKA!" She fucked up... pulling her final blow, so lost in the memories, so lost in what wasn't there anymore... the most amature move... the move of falling in love, leaving her wide open.

"AGH!" She screamed as his claws dug deep into her side, blood pooling in her throat before forcing its way out with a harsh cough. She Clawed at his hands, trying to get them to release her but they didn't budge, losing her strength and will to fight as her vision slowly faded into black.

Tanjiro lay within an endless pool of his own blood, trapped somewhere within his own soul. Ignorant to the battle happening outside this mindscape. "Y/n?" He muttered, consensus slowly coming to him, "My wife," squinting as he slowly opened his eyes, staring into the deep black night... lost of her cosmic light. He could hear her... her sobbing, her desperate cries for him... "Y-y/n," He whimpered softly, hearing her screaming in agony. "Y/N!"

Suddenly, he felt a strong hand take hold of his leg, the cold scales of a snake gently kissing his skin. Tracing further up he felt 2 delicate hands, one strong and firm but the other soft but precise. The soft sounds of beads hitting against one another, as a large hand palmed his upper back thrusting him upwards, soon many followed, cradling his body and lifting him higher and higher. Towards that sky that was slowly gaining stars....no not stars' hands. They were reaching for him! Trying to grasp his... the final hand took hold of his head... pushing him up as far as he could, but it wasn't enough... he stood the slightest bit out of reach!

"TANJIRO!" he hadn't been able to move, think, or speak... but the loud voice shattered whatever glaze had covered his mind. He watched as a hand reached through, with every inch of color kissing the sky, rippling with hues of pinks, blues, and purples. Catching the slightest shine of a ring that delicately decorated its finger. For once, he felt the tug to reach for it, felt the need to grasp it. Slowly, his hand moved, gently taking hold of it, closing the remaining distance that stood between them. "You Got This!, We Got This!" He felt the grip tighten as his palm was flushed against theirs, "I GOT YOU!" The voice echoed before harshly yanking him up into the sky, eyes squinting as the dark sky slowly faded into light.

"NO TANJIRO DON'T LEAVE ME" Muzan watched as his only chance was driven away, his face paling as the boy slowly created the sun, taking his rightful spot within the cosmos. "NO!" Then he found the same hands Tanjiro had... thought these had much different indents. "No!" He struggled against them, "No NO," Screaming as they held him steady, the sun now fully displayed in the sky. "NOOO!" And Muzan realized... Tanjiro did the smartest thing any man could do... He fell in love.

"TANJIRO!" With a stark shock, he sat up harshly, headbutting whoever was leaning over him, "Aka! Fuck!" His eyes darted, searching for her...

Her voice, her look... her sent, it was all he needed before crashing his lips into hers, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss. Cautions of both his and her own wounds... pulling away only because a mop of bright yellow hair crashed into his left side, then a much daintier figure into his right... and to top it all off a strong form pressed against his back, holding all of them close together. He couldn't help the sob he let out, the relief of being safely surrounded by his universe, his comet, his stars... his moon, and right there in front, tucked into his chest, rested his cosmos.  "I'm Back..." He muttered, sinking deeper into the embrace.

"WE WON!" Man, what a life to live... one that was war-filled but love-filled just the same... and what a privilege to be blessed with the continuation of it.

"And that's the story of your Great Great Grandparents," Softly closing the journal, the woman smiled at the awe-struck look her 4 children held on their faces. With gentle hands, she placed the book right back where it belonged. A shelf that was decorated with pictures and memorable items, from the head of a boar, A lighting pattered Haori, a beautiful bamboo stick with a pink bow around it, a fire handle protector that was meant to decorate a sword and a deer skull... "What a life," She giggled, staring at the group photo of a woman who liked not much different from her own daughter, and a man the eerie reflected her nephew's face. They stood stark center, surrounded by friends and family... one claded in the most beautiful white Kimono she'd ever seen and the other a pressed black one to match.  Humming, reading the title of the picture, signed by everyone who had attended, "Wedding day, Shinobu, Genya... so many," She smiled, "My... How loved were you?"

(OKAY!!! AGHH HIS WAS AHH Love this chapter so much!!! Love you all!!  HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL)

A Happy Family

Warning: Death, graphic, spoiler, sad ( part of my OC) Mention of Sex as well, language, slight yander, children, mention of suisisde... Just really sad

Master List

Ace x Thick Fem reader…

Y/N sat on the edge of the boat slowly drifting in and out of reality…

"Ace I love you," Y/N giggled happily, holding her boyfriend's hand tightly as they walked around the dark deck of the Mobey dick.

" Y/N, I love you too but Pops would kill me if he knew we were dating," Ace said looking down. [ Y/N Newgate Blood daughter of Edward Newgate - Whitebeard, Y/N has a devil fruit inspired by Xibalba and La Mureta. She uses dead bodies as Puppets… often as La Mureta to show her appreciation for them allowing her strength… Xibalba.. was a far darker force. She also might be one of the physically strongest on the ship, she is 19 years old and is a little thicker than most girls both in muscle and chub. She loves to fight and eat]

" When are you going to tell him," she whined turning towards Ace, pinning him to the railing. With a soft gasp, her sudden boldness caught him by surprise.

" L-later, I promise," he said blushing from the closeness as he slowly leaned into the girl, glancing at her lips before successfully capturing them. Lost in their own little world, they failed to notice the blue phoenix that flew through the air on watch.

Marco POV " and then they kissed," Marco said as the other commanders looked at him, following along with his heavily detailed story about what he had just witnessed the night before. Sitting around the table enjoying their breakfast

" No way, Pops is gonna kill him," Thatch said laughing.

" No kidding," Izo said also joining in.

" Do you think they did it?" Vista asked with a big smile.

" Did what?" Jozu asked taking a bite of bread.

" You mean the Nasty?!!" Marco gasped at the idea. Not particularly fawn at thinking about his adopted brother and sister in such a light. 'surly Ace was not that stupid'

" I did see Y/N walking funny earlier," Izo said with a wide smile. The others cackled at his implication.

"Let's go see," Thatch said standing up and walking towards Y/N's room.

" I don't know," Marco said hesitantly. What if they were doing it? What if Pops found out they were peaking on his daughter?

" Ace stop" A small whine was heard through the door, followed by the softest moan.

"Aww come on you know you love it" Ace's voice was deep and Husky. You could practically hear the sex off it.

" ARE THEY ACTUALLY" Izo whispered\yelled. Marco and Vista quickly smacked him upside the head to shut him up.

" Ace's noooo your hands are c-cold" They could hear the springs of the mattress shifting. "ah Ace yes~"

" That's it I'm leaving," Marco whispered as he started to walk away with the other commander not far behind him.

(Normal)

Ace ran his hands up Y/N's bare legs towards her stomach and to her chest. "See? I warmed them up for you, " he chuckled mischievously, lowering his head to lay gentle kisses up her bare neck. "Mmm. Princess," He gently inhaled, taking in her soft smell. As he shifted, pulling her closer again… both jumped at the booming voice of Whitebeard.

" Y/N Sweetie, come and have a drink with me"

" Shit" Ace whispered as he quickly moved to dress the two. Reaching for his shorts, throwing her shirt and jeans at her, to top it off he gently set his hat upon her lamp with her headband tied around it.

" Ah Ace, you're in here too perfect," WhiteBeard said as he opened the door, smiling at the sight of the two people he had been hunting for in the same spot.

" Papa! Sorry, Ace was asking about a battle formation," Y/N said pulling a paper with multiple drawings of stick figures all over it. " See," she said handing him the paper. Now each of them sat on different sides of the bed, acting as if it was a table. The large man smirked and glanced between the two.

" GAHHAHA" He laughed. Holding up the paper with a proud look on his face " This is why you are our stagiest," He said as he ducked under the door and strolled out " COME OUT WHEN YOU'RE DONE," Ace was flabbergasted as to where exactly she had pulled that out of…

" Where the hell did you pull that out of!?" Ace asked slowly getting up off the bed, gently picking up his hat, and handing the headband to her.

" I'm always prepared," Sticking her tongue out before running out of the room in her black jeans, sleeveless turtle-neck, and her signature headband securely tied around her head. Ace could only chuckle, watching as she dashed out leaving him to gather himself complete. He sat for a moment, staring at the floor… contemplating when the best time to confess to pops about what he's been doing.

" So Acey Boys fucking the princess?" Ace's head shot up only to meet with the eyes of a phoenix. His eyes widened ever so slightly, realizing he was so lost in thought he failed to hear the footsteps of Marco.

" Marco, w-what do you mean"

" We heard last night, all of it" This time it was Izo. Ace shifted his gaze to the new man.

"I-I"

" Remember boy you're just a guard and she'll be the queen," Vista said leaning against the door.

" I don't know what-" Ace started to protest but was cut off.

" Ace, Remember Not all stories end happily," Thatch said putting a hand on his shoulder.

" W-what are you talking about" Fed up with their constant interruptions, he clenched his fist, trying to understand why they were there.

" POPS IS GONNA KILL YOU" They all busted out laughing. Ace took a gulp of air and began to sweat. Realizing exactly why… he had been figured out… and he was so fucked…

Time Skip- 2 months

As the months moved, Y/n had been noticing soft changes in her body. She had gained weight, not nearly as much energy… and a strange sensation. So… she found Ace… and Marco… and an hour later… she found a positive pregnancy test.

(3 months later)

"Y/N my dear, why aren't you drinking?" Her father asked handing her a mug. She had been able to hide the facts so easily, having just come off a long mission not too long ago… but her bump was quite prominent, and coming up with excuses to not drink… was becoming harder.

" Sorry, Papa I'm not in the mood," she said gently setting her hand on her stomach. Subconsciously rubbing it in gentle circles to comfort herself. Now Newgate was a smart man so he knew something was off. He's had a feeling for a while now.

"Y/N, is there something you're not telling me? You love to drink" He asked looking down at the girl who was wearing a much baggier sweater than usual and hunched slightly over her midsection.

" Yes papa," she whispered. Growing tired of hiding… especially from her father.

" Would you like to talk about it?" He asked as he picked her up and set her on the arm of his chair. Removing the mug he had handed her, setting it off to the side and out of the way.

" I-I'm pregnant" She whispered. Not having the complete confidence to tell him… still unsure of his reaction.

" W-what was that?" He asked, he had heard her the first time… but just to allow the news to completely settle in.

" I'm Pregnant," she said louder, eyes closed tightly, lifting her shirt to reveal the small bump that had begun to show. It was barely noticeable through her natural chub… but if you knew Y/n… you could tell. Oh, and he could certainly tell. Staring at her for a moment. Eyes wide and mouth slightly a jar.

" Y-Y/n, I'M gonna be a GRANDPA?" he questioned a bright smile overtaking his face. Throwing his head back and cackling in laughter, practically shaking the ship. Staring up at the sky for a moment before refocusing on her, now a much softer and loving smile present.

" Yes Papa," she said smiling up at her father. He was so excited, I mean… a baby on a pirate ship… talk about unheard of.

" W-Wait before I get ahead of myself, who's is it?" She stiffened slightly. Knowing Ace had yet to tell him…Her silence concerned him… fearful that the child's real father would be absent… " Princess please tell me it's not some random man?" she quickly shook her head, slightly offended by his assumption.

" NO! No of course not Papa, It's one of the commanders," she said covering her face. Knowing she had just redirected the responsibility onto Ace… as well as the others who knew of her pregnancy.

" COMMANDERS" his voice boomed throughout the whole ship. Catching the attention of all, even Thatch who was tucked away in the kitchen… with a gut feeling telling him to hide.

" Yes Pops," they asked as they were all suddenly lined up in front of him. Some are sweating, others smirking… Ace in particular was sweating… Now don't question it. He was so excited… to think… someone like him could have so much… be given a girlfriend… now a child. No matter what happened right now… he was going to take full responsibility for her… his gift… his baby.

" My sweet daughter here has just informed me that she is holding one of your offspring.. so which one is it?" They all looked at each other. Studying their reactions and movements… trying to catch the culprit before he came out himself.

" IT'S ACE'S" "IT'S MINE" Slightly taken back by the number of voices, the others looked at each other. The answer having been lost in the shouts. "MINE! IT'S MINE" Ace quickly spoke again, raising his hand high, a proud smile on his face. He was so happy to finally say that out loud… even though Pops offered him a death glare in return. "I… We've been dating for a year now…" He smiled softly, turning his down to the ground to avoid the stare.

" Is he the farther Y/N?" He asked looking back to his daughter.

" Yes Papa," she said smiling. Glad to know that Ace was so proud of them… their relationship

" GAHAAGAGAHAGAHA" Pops laughed. " THEN WE SHOULD CELEBRATE" he yelled. " Ace my boy," he said looking down at him and lifting his drink in a toasting matter " Take care of her, She has some dangerous blood running through her and that child as well," he said handing Ace a Drink. "hehe now adding you into the bunch," Ace only nodded softly, a silent promise that he had already made long ago.

"Right"

Time Skip to Alabasta. (about a year later… maybe more)

Ace POV " This is my brother Ace." Luffy was parading Ace around like a trophy. "He's so strong, but I can beat him," he said with a large smile. Slinging his arm over Ace's shoulder, dragging him closer.

"As if." Shoving his head down. " I would like to apologize for causing any trouble", Ace bowed and apologized for anything that his brother had done while adventuring.

" Are you two really related" Nami asked, glancing between the two, seeing the resemblance but not quite convinced.

" Yep, well kinda," Tired from the journey Ace really didn't feel like explaining the whole Sake tradition. "You see-" he was quickly interrupted by the swordsman, his voice carrying from the crow's nest of the small ship.

" HEADS UP THERE'S A BOAT COMING THIS WAY!" Running over to the side to see who it was, Ace smiled at the sight. There riding in the Striker was his beautiful wife carrying his tinny 1-year-old son.

" It's ok I know her," She carefully pulled up close to the Going Marry, waving softly at Ace and the others. Quickly jumping from the boat Ace swiftly moved to help her. " Hi babe and baby," He said kissing the tops of both their heads.

" Dada!" Sabo giggled making grabby hands. He was quite good at speaking… Pops claimed it was because he technically had a bit of giant in him, much like Y/n did. Saying something like they develop faster or something.

" Hello, little man!" Ace smiled, gently taking him from Y/N's arms. "here let me," Picking her up as well before jumping back onto his brother's ship.

" You know I can fly right?" She asked with a raised brow but wrapped her arms around his neck regardless.

" I know but I still love carrying you" Landing back on the ship, the others stared to crowd the small family. Luffy specifically was infatuated with the woman and the little boy.

" Ace, Who is she?" Luffy asked running up to her, lapping around her. A slightly confused look on her face.

" Hello, I'm Portgas D Y/n!" She said holding her hand out. Smiling softly, Ace's description matched the boy perfectly.

" ACE YOU HAVE A SISTER!?" Luffy yelled. Not quite understanding the situation, causing Y/n and the others to chuckle.

" No, No, Luffy this is my Wife," Ace slightly facepalmed, but chuckled nonetheless.

" So she's like my sister now?" He asked looking her up and down lingering in places his eyes shouldn't, subconsciously of course! He had never seen a woman… be thick… yet so pretty. Alvida was ugly…until she turned skinny… Nami was skinny… Vivi… but she had a charm to her… a soft charm. One that even had Zoro doing a double take.

" Yep! And keep your grimy eyes off," Ace growled softly, shoving the younger boy's head sideways, tearing his gaze from Y/n.

" So you must be Luffy?" Ace watched as Y/N walked toward him. " It's nice to finally meet you" Pulling him into a huge hug which he gladly returned. " It's nice to meet all of you" Letting go and bowing to the others, Y/n couldn't hide the smile that graced her lips.

" Hello!" they all said, bowing back.

" I thought WhiteBeard had no females on his crew?" Zoro questioned, skeptically looking her up and down. He recognized her from her wanted poster… but always believed it was a typo.

" Yep! But I'm an exception," With a proud smile she pointed to her chest "See I'm his blood daughter!" The others, taken slightly aback by the news… Ussop and Chopper shaking softly at the news.

" Glade they're on our side," Ussop said under his breath. Hugging Chopper who also sighed in relief.

" And who's this little guy?" Nami asked while bending down to the small boy's level, a gentle smile on her lips.

" Ah! Sabo say hello," Y/N said pushing him forward. He was shy… always had been, but he was still brave in a strange aspect.

" H-hii" He stuttered before quickly waddling behind Y/N's legs to hide.

" Is he yours?" Sanji asked, chuckling softly at the boy's actions.

" Yep all mine," Ace smiled… enjoying his family all together for the first time. I watched as Y/N picked Sabo up and walked towards Luffy.

" This is your Uncle," She shifted Sabo allowing him to look at Luffy directly.

" Uncle!" Sabo giggled, reaching for the rubber man… "Love… you!" He hesitated, making sure he had the right words.

" Sabo huh?" Luffy allowed a sad smile to form… looking closely you could see the small tears forming. "I love ya too kid…" He chuckled, removing his straw hat before gently placing it on the boy's head. A near silent promise… that no matter what… he would protect him.

Another time Skip to War of Best.

Ace's POV (Don't usually do character perspective…. but for this just seemed necessary)

"So you really have a kid?" Jinbe asked. Adjusting his chains to what seemed a more comfortable position.

" Yeah and a beautiful wife, and so much more" I couldn't help but tear up. Thinking about her… Sabo… the life we could've had… If only I could have controlled myself. Listened to them, Pops, Maroc… Y/n… every damn second I can hear her pleading voice 'Ace… please… I know… I know but We need you! I need you! SABO NEEDS YOU' She sobbed that night… not even able to look me in the eyes as I dropped her off on that Island. I couldn't help it, I couldn't put her in that kind of danger… not her… not him. But yet, here I was in prison and I was about to leave my Wife all alone with my son permanently… And the last thing I told her was 'You don't understand'… Talk about an idiot. " I'm just happy she's ok," I said tears now streaming down my face.

I sat there softly crying, Jinbe only offering comforting words and a figurative shoulder to cry on… but then I heard footsteps… Heavy footsteps… assertive ones. Looking up… there he stood…Grandpa.

" Ace, I tried to help you," He spoke taking a seat. Glancing up at me and scoffing at my tears " M-man up and quit your crying," He said. The softest break in his voice caused him to stutter.

" Shut up old man, I-I" I couldn't finish my sentence, I took a breath, figuring it was useless to argue… settling on putting in my last request now. "Hey old man," I said softly, meeting his bloodshot eyes.

" What Brat?"

"There's a beautiful Woman out there who's most likely going to show up at some point please keep her safe," I said looking at him with pleading eyes. Watching as he sighed, moving his hand to rub his eyes.

" Is she a pirate?"

" Yes, but she's the mother to my child," God that hurt to say… to talk as if I'd never see her again. I couldn't stop them so I simply let the tears slide down my face. I wasn't scared to die no not at all… in fact ever since I was little… I believed I deserved it but… now I was scared to leave her and scared of what would happen to her. Then there's my son… god the minute they find him he would be killed… Slaughted on the spot for merely existing. " Old Man, My Son," I said laughing softly… practically begging at this point. " Please don't let them take him, or get near him" I took a soft breath " She will give her life for him but I'm afraid they will do anything for him, sigh with my blood and hers," He simply looked at me…

" Who's blood does she carry?" He asked as he started to stand, turning his back to me… looking at the exit.

" WhiteBeard's Himself," I said letting out a chuckle.

" Boy, you are asking a lot…" I could hear his lip quivering… and a soft sigh leaving his lips… "Why… Why did you have to go and get caught," A soft drip sounded as his tears landed on the floor. "DAMIT BOY WHY" He screamed… punching the floor and causing it to crack… "I will… I promise boy," He spoke, moving one foot in front of the other… walking towards the exit. "I… I promise… I won't let this government take anything else from you…Your life is more than enough,"

"Thank you," I smiled softly at his words… knowing at the very least… they would be fine. "For everything old man," I bowed as he disappeared from sight.

Time Skip Right before Ace's death

Y/N POV

I ducked, covering Luffy as we ran through the insanity of the war. I felt the earth shake… and watched with horror as the large cannon began to separate me from my dad.

" POPS" Marco and Vista yelled, stopping in their tracks to watch the man before them.

" WHY? PLEASE NO!" I was screaming as he separated us, forcing us to leave him " PAPA PLEASE… DON'T LEAVE US… DON'T LEAVE ME!" God, there was so much going on… we had Ace… we won… why couldn't we just leave… why couldn't I just have my happy ending…

"POPS NO!" Ace stood beside me trying to hold me back as I attempted to rush back to him. We could only watch, his body bloodied and broken… his white hair stained red… but yet… a proud smile on his face. Turning to look at his children… us… me.

" My children Before I go, tell me. Was I a good Farther?" he asked as a single tear ran down his face.

" YES PAPA! YOU WHERE THE BEST, DON'T EVER QUESTION IT" I yelled out to him. Knowing that… this would be the last time I'd hear him… his voice, his laugh… his smile… all of it was for the last time. I watched as his face contorted… his smile dropping… and his eyes… going blank… "PAPA!!!" I screamed, making a move to run but two strong arms stopped him. "Y/n… Y/n… you have a son to return to… please!" It was Marco… he held me tightly to my chest, trying to reason with me, "Sabo… needs you… so let's go… while we still can," I didn't want to… no, not my dad… my old man… leaving him here… it didn't feel right… but yet… I knew I had to.

"Right…"

"Tsk… what a pathetic excuse of a man," I halted at the comment… a harsh, deep, ridged voice spoke. Akainu stood, staring us down from a close distance… far too close for comfort. "To die… a Pirate… How hell bound is he…" Oh, he irked me… so much… but the thought of Sabo, being left with Rayleigh … not knowing why his mother never came back to him, sobered me up.

" SHUT UP YOU KNOW NOTHING OF HIM!" Ace roared at him, his voice booming with rage… fuck. I didn't have time to react. Not a word was said, nor was there a movement as Ace leaped, aiming right at Akainu. I watched in frozen horror, glancing around the battlefield in search of Luffy… find him… protect him… you promised him… was the only thing going through my head. Finding him a decent distance, I refocused on Ace going blow for blow with the Admiral. Blood flew, spit, punch after punch… Lava… Fire… it fused together oh so beautifully yet so terrifying all at the same time.

" ACE STOP!" I screamed trying to gain his attention… pull him away… anything. But… he continued on, landing a decent blow to Akainus's face, causing the man to stumble back slightly… allowing both a moment to refocus. I could see it… the way his eyes wandered to the weakest link on the front line… "LUFFY!" too late… too late… too late… I was… too late to notice, to react, to move, to… to stop him.

" FINE, I'LL JUST GO FOR YOU!" Akainu yelled as he made his way toward Luffy.

"NO!" Me and Ace yelled at the same time. Too late… too late… too late… far too late… I watched… in pure horror as Ace took the blow… not just any blow… no… a fatal one.

"A-ACEE" Luffy's voice was ear piercing… his scream… his horror…his sorrow… I ran… as fast as I could… watching… from what felt like a mile away.

"a-ACE" I screamed as he fell to the floor, " NO NO NO" I screamed running toward him. Finally, finally, I was making up ground… sliding to my keens next to Luffy, allowing the boy to fall onto my shoulder…

" Ace" Luffy whispered, his eyes rolling back, a scream etched onto his face while he passed out… sliding down my shoulder… into the bloodied ground…

"L-luf!" Before I could move to help… the gurgling of Ace… called for me.

" He-hey babe," He said softly coughing up blood. A stupid smile on his face… his eyes already droopy and face pailing fast. With gentle hands, I brought him to rest on my lap… watching as my tears dripped onto his face.

" A-Ace… No, please tell me you're ok," I said cleaning the blood from his lip. I knew he wasn't… but god did I wish he was… wish the blood was another stupid joke… wish this damn pool of blood was actually spilled juice… but unfortunately… it wasn't. There was no sweet scent to it… only bitter and iron… and the sounds weren't the crew laughing… no it was gunshots, screams… death. I glanced next to me Luffy was passed, his eyes white and mouth wide. " L-look what you did to him," I said chucking softly trying to lighten the mood. "scared him for life…"

"Y/N I -I'm sorry"

"For what? You have nothing to apologize for," I said letting the tears run free.

" I put a target on Sabo's back, with my blood," He said tears running as well. His goofy smile was replaced with a deep frown… taking a moment he coughed up more blood.

" Ace, love… any child I or you had was gonna be wanted from birth" I sighed as his breathing started too slow. I watched as the light became a little more dime in his eyes… Oh, what a time… to be in his final moments… and all he can think about is our son… God what a man. " I'm just happy that you're the father of my child" I lowered my head pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Tasting the iron from his blood… and salt from his sweat. Gently pulling away… just gazing down at his basically white face.

"Please Y/N, keep him safe," Ace said as the breath left his lips " And please follow Luffy… keep him safe" He gave a soft smile, lifting his head to kiss me, "mm and Find someone else to love… someone to hold you… care for you… love… you," his breath shuttered… lifting himself again to meet my lips… one… last… time. I smiled at the last kiss we would ever share, with my husband… with my soulmate… " Ace the love of my life I promise I will keep everyone safe but… I can't promise to find another," I couldn't bring myself to promise something like that… "I never said till death do us part…" I held his lips centimeters away from mine… "Because I refuse to separate after death… stuck with me for eternity"

"Thank… you… for loving me…" He coughed… blood spitting up… spilling onto my hair, face, clothes… everything… "Thank you… for… my greatest.." He huffed… trying to continue… fighting the darkness threatening to take him… "Gift… I-I… will find you again… I promise…promis…" I watched… as his eyes went dark… his stupid smile still resting on his face… his breathing stopping completely… My Ace… oh my Ace… was gone… but yet… I could only smile… knowing that in those seven seconds of his life flashing before his eyes… I was in there… and Sabo… Luffy, Pops… Garp… Thatch… Marco… and I'm sure… even Teach.

Narrators POV

"ACE" the crew screamed as he went limp. They watched… tearful… scared… making no movements as Y/n sat there… smiling but motionless with Ace still resting on her lap.

" Y/N!!" Marco yelled, deciding he couldn't leave his sister there alone any longer… Rushing over… he gently grabbed Luffy, quickly handing him over to Jinbe before turning back to her. "Y/n?" He softly spoke… tearing up at the sight in front of him… 'Ace…' His heart hurt… oh so badly… Thatch… Pops… now Ace… all ripped from his fingers. He was dragged out of his thoughts when the ground suddenly shook… stumbling away from her, the sheer Haki that was radiating off her was… terrifying.

"АНННННННН!" а scream of agony ripped from Her throat as if she had just been stabbed through the heart. It was ear-shattering and heartbreaking… no matter what side you were fighting for. " AAAACCCCEEEEE!" she cried out. Violently sobbing, simply staring down at his body… "AGHHH ACE!!"

" Y/N CALM DOWN" The crew was trying to get her to calm down, they knew her devil fruit… heavily intertwined with her anger and sorrow… Losing control now… means doubling the size of the casualties.

" No no no no NOOOO!" She screamed… her hair floating as she allowed her energy to flow freely… shaking the ground. " I'm done with this!" She rasped… voice hoarse and ragged. "I'll kill you," she muttered softly… before tearing her eyes from Ace and staring at Akainu "I'll KILL YOU!" she screamed as she gently removed the now lifeless body from her lap. Taking caution to lay his head on the ground softly… taking his hat into her hands and staring at it for a moment before setting it safely upon her head. "DEADLY PUPPET!"

Everyone froze as the dead bodies all around her started to move again ( Minus Ace). Mangeld and broken… bodies of Marines and Pirates moved… Standing at a still position… like mer puppets. Marco gasped softly… staring at her face… seeing the ice-cold stare she held, no remorse for those she was using as she would usually have… No emotion about the fact that her own brothers were being used… She was no longer Y/n in this moment… nor was she La Muerte no love… health… celebration… no she was Xibalba… dark… frighting… forgetting those she was using.

" Kill every Marine In site" She demanded. Her voice was dark, laced in venom… eyes a neon green, and hair a now spikey form. Everyone watched in horror as the number of dead bodies doubled as well as the number of her army.

" Y/N STOP THIS MADNESS" The crew called back while at the same time trying to get Luffy to safety. Jinbe was horrified… Ace spoke as if this woman was a saint… but what he saw now was straight out of hell.

"Love… that's what she's acting on," Vista spoke quickly… catching the terrified look on Jinbe's face. "The unhealthy kind"

"Y/n PLEASE!" Marco screamed

" NO THEY KILLED MY HUSBAND AND MY FARTHER, NO MARINE WILL LEAVE HERE ALIVE" She screamed, moving to search for the bastard that did it… that killed him. Locking eyes on him… she only smiled, dark and menacing. " AND YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH, I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF" she pointed at Akainu and started to walk towards him.

" Bring it on 'Princess'" He said getting ready for a fight. Using air quotes to taunt her… trying to get her mentally over the edge. It was working.

" AKAINU I'LL KILL YOU THEN I'M GOING AFTER THAT FATASS UP THERE," she said pointing toward Teach. Who gasped at her words… not realizing he was gonna get dragged in so soon.

As another body hit the floor, the two were going at it. Lava was flying with each connection of kicks and punches. Blood, sweat, and tears were flying everywhere. Some are attacks missing and others are not.

" YOUR SON WILL DIE THE SAME WAY HIS FARTHER DID" Akainu yelled, ' I can break her' he thought. He was not expecting such a vigorous fight… especially from a woman. 'never believed that a broken-hearted woman… was far more dangerous than a greedy man…' She was proving his belief wrong now.

" AKAINU THAT'S ENOUGH" Garp yelled. ' I made a promise' he thought struggling under Son Goku. He needed to get to her… at the very least… be ready for if they moved to hunt for son… His great-grandson… 'Like hell they'll take her… or him!'

" Garp are you trading sides," He asked pushing Garp further into the ground.

" No but that Woman is my family and so is her child," he said finally getting out. Rushing to the battlefield… not getting involved but staying close just in case.

" YOU TOUCH MY SON I'LL BURN YOU IN HELL!" She screamed… sending a fist into Akainu, Haki covered and blood-lust-ridden. Hitting him so hard that he went flying… sailing into the canon that her father had made… Breathing heavily "Fuck… You!" Shifting her sight… Moving on from Akainu… hunting for the bitch bastard that started all this… "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TEA-AKK!" She gurgled when a sword impaled her chest… near deadly strick. "I- Who?" Y/n gasped… glancing behind her to see Marco… tear tear-ridden face and guilt-bound.

"I'm sorry little Sis… I promise I'll fix you up… but I can only allow so many siblings to die this day…" He whispered, pulling the sword from her chest… watching as she coughed up blood… before falling backward into the ground… landing right next to Ace. Turning her head… she gazed at his body… his face pale and eyes blank… but still his stupid… not his beautiful smile… edged onto his face forever. Reaching out softly… grasping his hand, she smiled.

"Unfortunately… Marco won't let me meet you yet…" She spoke softly… knowing full well that Marco would be back any second to heal her… "But… I'm glad… because I promise… I'll raise a perfect boy… a man… just like you," She smiled softly, allowing the darkness to take her. "Bye… bye my Ace."

"MAMA UNCLE LUFFY WANTS YOU!"

'Right!' Y/N was dragged out of her memories, reliving the past and the pleasure of her husband. It's been nearly 3 years since then, and now little Sabo stood smiling happily at the Age of 4. He looks exactly like him… his freckled-ridden face, dark eyes, hair, smile… not even an aspect of her in him. Only… Ace… and she wouldn't have it any other way.

" Think bout Papa again?" he asked sitting next to her, carefully grabbing her hand. Gently rubbing his thumb over her hand… a faint memory of his father doing so… was it his own?… or just one of when his mama would tell him of his dad?

" Yes sweetie, sorry," she said trying to wipe the little tears that were escaping.

" It's ok to cry Mama, I miss Papa too," he said now hugging his mother's arm. He did… so much… so young yet he knew he loved Ace… no His dad… he missed him… remembered him… needed him… loved him.

" Anyways, Where's Uncle Luffy?" She said getting off of Sunny's head. Picking Sabo up on the way.

" He's inside with Uncle Zoro," Sabo said pointing toward the kitchen door.

" Come on then! Let's see," she said slowly walking, Sabo went ahead and ran in front. Giggling as he threw the door open.

" I love you" Y/N was quick to turn around, looking for who said that. She sighed at the sight of her husband… a move… a technique she'd been practicing for years… now perfected.

" Thank you," she said smiling toward him. " For everything and I love you too" She took a step toward him and hugged the ghost, a familiar scent and touch made her smile…

" I'll be back don't worry," He said holding her face.

" I know, next week? Same time? " she asked.

"Same time," he said smiling back. She gently kissed him as he slowly faded away. God was she blessed to be a Devil fruit owner… especially of the Land of the Dead… both the forgotten and remembered… She got his spirit back to this world… not to complete her second part of this mission… completing his body… to be used as a successful vessel.

"Soon Mi amor… I'll have you back… and so will Luffy, Marco… Sabo…" She smirked… pulling out her notebook to make the final touches to her sketch… "Just need a compatible heart…"

"MAMA HURRY!!!"

"COMING LOVE!!" She giggled, tucking it safely into her pocket, before running to the Kitchen.

(okay so.... I sobbed writting this... Like being so for real... sobbed... I love Ace, he's my husband and his birthday was 4 days ago.... AGHHH... miss his greasy ass.... okay love you all! and also this took for ever so I promis PT2 for her healed heart will be out soon!

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT,DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

New Chick In Town

Masterlist

A 2012Leo X Fem reader.... violence, Gun, Weapons, fighting, stalking (kinda) I did a pole for this on my tumbler to the PEOPLE HAVE ANSWERED

Y/N sat peacefully on the rooftop, her sketchbook spread open on her lap and her pencil running gentle strokes across the page creating the sky of New York. "Hmm... He looks perfect!" She hummed staring down at her drawing. She was new to New York... sent by her Master to find a man named Shredder. And indeed she did... however, that experience didn't go too well, his rash and violent nature left her disturbed so she left. Now that she was left alone within the city, she's been using her skills for good, stopping crime, helping old ladies cross the street, killing robots, and spying on these mutant turtles... Okay, maybe spying wasn't exactly for good but rather for her entertainment. " Now tomorrow, I can transfer this onto my Canvas!" She giggled, making a move to stand, closing her book, and placing her pencil behind her ear... However, the sudden thump of someone landing caught her attention. With haste, she moved, allowing distance between her and the unknown sound.  She stood, ready for a fight, but gasped at the sight before her. "HUH It's You" She whispered, staring at the Green Turtle that stood proudly in front of her.

"I uh... You.... You weren't supposed to see me... nor be up here" His eyes widened as she stood there, clade in a large T-shirt with what appeared to be a straw hat, PJ pants, and fluffy socks with little turtles on them, 'Cute' He thought to himself, suddenly thanking the lord for whatever instinct told him to go on patrol alone tonight. With a quick shake of his head, he cleared such thoughts, reanalyzing his situation. "I uh... What are you doing up here" He asked, not exactly knowing how to react to her calm state.

Y/N blushed softly, at the fact she had been caught and now interrogated. "W-well you see I saw these, uh Vigilantly Heros....and draw them" She was now looking down at the roof, suddenly finding a rock very interesting.  "Names Y/N"

Leo hummed, "Y-you're not scared of me?" He asked, cautious of her movements having recognized her fighting stance. 'A Kunoichi?' He questioned himself, debating whether or not he wanted to find out due to his poor interactions with past ninjas. He watched as she gently shook her head, smiling at his surprised face. "I uh... May I?" He asked gesturing to the book she had clenched in her left hand.

"Uh? O-Oh sure I guess" She shyly stood straight. Taking slow steps towards the turtle. Once she deemed it close enough she gently opened her book, revealing multiple sketches of Cherry blossom trees, Yokai, and The New York Sky.  "Wow amazing" He suddenly snatched the book from her hands, flipping through the pages.

"H_HEY NO STOP" She squealed, about to leap at him to stop his constant page turning but it was already too late... He had reached some of her most recent ones... Ones of him and his brothers. Leo stared at the portrait of himself, sitting on the edge of a building... immaculate details from marks on his shell to the engraving on his swords...

"Whoa," He whispered, only continuing to flip through... He finally stopped on one... he remembers this day... it was when he got lost in thought on a water tower.... after his event with Karai. To think, he never even noticed her presence.... seen her, heard her... How terrifying. To think if she wanted to.... she could have killed him.

"I... I saw you guys a few months ago... and Yeah... been uhh coming up here in hopes of meeting you" She sighed, giving him somewhat of her reasoning but not the entirety of it. It's true... she's been following him. She's been following them.. just trying to gauge whether or not they had anything to do with Shredder's actions.

'Meet Us' He couldn't help the boost to the ego that provided... to think such a pretty girl wanted to meet him... and his brothers. "So... you're a.. you're like a fan? or something" He questioned, watching as her face darkened in color as she shifted her look to the busy streets down below.

"I guess... I saw you and thought you guys were like super cool!" She glanced back at him quickly, surprised by his bright blue eyes that kept their stare dead on her face... "I... I was considered a weird kid... transferred to Japan my first year of middle school in hopes of finding a place I belong" She crossed her legs and quickly dropped, elegantly but not without a crack from her hip, into a crisscross seat. "While there.... I ran into my Master and began training to be a ninja... then he sent me back here" She smiled, enjoying the memory of her time spent with her master. His training methods were harsh and borderline torturous but they created the monster of a Ninja she was today. "I'm still considered weird... High school isn't friendly... but I guess I got used to never having friends so yeah" she sighed, keeping her eyes focused on the busy streets below. "Yeah..."

Leo's eyes were focused on her, the way she gazed down at the streets.... he couldn't help the soft blush that grazed his green cheeks. She was a ninja... trained in Japan, and was artistic.... and Pretty talked about a whole package. "If it makes you feel any better... I don't think you're weird" His voice was soft and calm... conveying his sincerity of the moment.

She only scoffed at his sad attempt at comforting... or what she saw as sad... "You caught me drawing you... that's weird"

He couldn't help but chuckle, a light smile grazing his lips. "I'm a mutant turtle... weird kinda comes with the territory"

"Wanna sit with me? I got snacks?" She crossed her legs and dropped into a seating position.  With a soft shrug, he took his seat next to her, folding his legs under him before glancing at her display of snacks "Hmm What kind?" He looked over the multi-colored fruits, chips, and cheese... some he did not recognize due to most of his time eating pizza or fighting crime.

"I have... Chips, Cherries, Watermelon... some gapes and ah Cheddar cheese slices!" She held back the giggle as she glanced at him.... watching as his mouth practically watered at the sight.

"Some of the Watermelon please!" He sounded like a little boy begging for his other to buy him something from the store.

"Of course!" She smiled, gently grabbing a piece, and watched as he practically buzzed in his seat 'Must have a sweet tooth' she giggled softly to herself. She smiled as he savored the sweet, juicy fruit, gulping as he swallowed it.  "So? Where is your team at?" She asked softly, not wanting to pry, she glanced at him, slowly slipping a cherry into her mouth. She watched as he placed another piece into his mouth, slightly muffling his words.

"they're elsewhere, Raph is probably punching a bag right now, Mikey is playing video games, and Donnie's probably cooped up in his lab" He glanced at her, seeing her rather confused expression from the sudden new names. "Ah, those are my brothers! Or uh teammates as you said" She only hummed, nodding her head slightly.

"So just you?" She watched as he nodded, confirming.

"Yeah, gave them the night off, but a leader never sleeps" From his knelled position he placed his hands on his hips sticking a heroic pose. She couldn't help but giggle at his goofiness.

'How cute' She smiled, but her eyes lit up as an idea sparked. "If.. If you want, you could always come get me! That way you're not too lonely" She watched with baited breaths as a soft pink hue shaded his face. He couldn't comprehend what she'd just said... that was until a boyish grin spread across his face.

"Y-yeah! That sounds amazing please!" His response was hasty, not helping his ego at all. 'Damn it, Leo... Stay cool' With a gentle run of his hand over the top of his head, he composed himself. However, that didn't last long as he watched her reach down the front of her blouse. "I uh.. H-hey" He shut up rather quickly after watcher he removed what appeared to be a... 'lego block?'

"This was my master's! As a gift he gave it to me after I became a Kunoich," She smiled, gently taking and holding the block between her lips and blowing into it. With amazement, Leo watched as this small thing began to run and form around the bottom half of her face. "He used to call me the little Oni, so the mask was fitting"  Leo suddenly felt a wave of admiration wash over him, he remembered how Master Splinter would talk about the Japanese culture. How those who would ward off evil would wear such masks. With a gentle finger, he ran his thumb down the curve of the tooth.

"Oni... Meaning a Demon no? You wore this a... as a Kunoichi?"

"Still Do! Not as often because I don't fight much but hey! If I join ya it could be fun" She smiled, suddenly sucking her air, and the mask began to slowly break down again. "I mainly use throwing stars and kuni... I'm a heavy hand-to-hand combat fighter" She shifted, moving to stand. "I fight using the Dim Mak, also known as the touch of death" She smiled, watching as Leo shifted his head in confusion. "It's traditionally a Chinese fighting style" She swiftly explained, watching as he slowly nodded his head in understanding.

"Sounds increasingly cooler the more you explain" He gently leaned against the ledge of the building. With a content smile, he watched the sky, and for the first time in a while he could see the stars through the polluted air of New York... 'Man she's beautiful' the thought took him by surprise, causing him so clear his throat in an attempt to push the thoughts away. "So... What's your name?" She asked, reaching down to pluck a cherry from the container.  "I told you mine but... never got yous"

"O-oh right" He mentally slapped his forehead, how could he have forgotten such an important thing? "Leonardo, but my friends call me Leo"

"Leo..Le...O! Hehe cute I like it" He blushed watching as she continued to pronounce his names in various voices, splitting up the syllables here and there. He couldn't help the chuckle that left his throat, his hearty laugh seemed to be contagious because she followed with a cackle.

"HAHAH" She heaved, moving to lean against the edge with him, shaking her head at the spontaneous laughter. 'This feels right...' she slowly calmed herself, catching her stare lingering on the turtle far more meaningful than it should be. She could feel the head coating her face, a dark hue as silence fell for a moment, allowing the two to just stare at one other.

'Yeah this is right' Each shows their smile at their thoughts. However, this lovely little moment was cut fast by the sound of glass shattering from a few allies over. "Trouble" Both quick to action spurred towards the sound.  With a huff from her, her Oni mask was right back over the bottom portion of her face, and her hair was tucked into her hood. 'So fast' Leo couldn't help but awe at how quick she was to react to the sound, already prepared for a fight. With quick and agile movement they stood on the rooftop overlooking the Allie from which the noise had come.

"Hm," Leo focused seeing 4 men busting their way into a shop window... He squinted seeing the large logo on the back of their leather jackets he could recognize it anywhere.

"Purple Dragons?" Y/N read off the back, a confused tone riddling her voice.

"Yeah.. not much of a fight, just a local gang" Leo explained, pulling his swords.

"Fun nonetheless... Should I kill the Street Lights?" She smirked, raising her hand, a Shuriken placed between each of her fingers. "Got the street memorized?" She whispered.

"Uh.. Why exactly are you killing the lig" He was cut off, watching as she threw them all, striking each light perfectly sending the men into complete darkness. With a jaw dropped, Leo decided to simply watch her from the rooftop... more accurately he was too love-struck to move. She was so fast in the dark, hiding as if she lived within its shadows. It took a moment to find her after she had disappeared so fast. He finally spotted her sitting on the fire escape that sat right above the window.  He watched as Y/N waited... watched as she looked around before hearing a predator-like growl.

"You think it's fun messing with other people life's?" Her voice sounded deeper, as if it was being altered by the mask. Like an Oni had truly taken control. He watched as the men frantically looked around for the owner of such a voice. Each ready for a fight, the leader finally decides to speak up.

"Who.. Who's there?? We're the Purple Dragons! Show your face coward!" He screamed, thrusting his knife randomly through the air. With a quick chuck, a Kuni crashed into a trashcan before it was deflected and grazed the man's hand, causing him to drop the knife.

'Pinpoint persuasion' Leo gucked at her ability... He watched as she dropped down directly in front of the group. The men screamed, and the teeth of the mask emitted a dark red glow, it was barely enough to illuminate the mask but it made it all the more menacing.  With even louder shrills the men recognized that symbol anywhere. The five stages of grief could be seen running across their faces. Fearful for their own lives... The younger man of the group was looking around, searching for an escape... However, his thoughts were cut short when a Kuni pinned his sleeve to the brick wall behind him."I suggest you stop thinking before it gets you killed" She huffed, watching as 3/4 men dropped to their knees, cowardly like always.

"N-No We won't go down that easily" The largest stood, pulling a pistol from his hip, aiming it at her. Before he could even think of pulling the trigger, he was already dropped, unconscious on the floor. Leo had seen it all, as if in slow motion. The second he had reached for the gun, she had already moved, hitting pressure points behind his ear and the middle of his forehead.

"You fear those Turtles... the friendly Yokai... Now you shall fear the Oni that they fear" With pleaded eyes the men begged... the turtles... they knew exactly who she was referring to.

"PLEASE, WE BEG!! WE WON'T MESS WITH ANY MORE YOKAI"  The leader reached, tugging at his knocked friend... "Just please... Leave us Oni"

"If I ever see you again... your head will be my next meal" Y/N smirked as the men fumbled and scurried, picking up the big man and making a run for it. She suddenly felt a heated body standing a couple of feet from her. "Damn... for a big ass Turtle you're pretty quiet" She giggled, turning to meet Leo's electric blue eyes.

"S-sorry got caught up watching the show" He blushed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. He was still awed at how easily she had handled them... not even breaking a sweat.

"Not bad right? Partner?" She asked, lifting her fist to pound it with his. He couldn't help the wide smile from forming, meeting her fist halfway... "Partners" He whispered.

The night blew by fast, with a quick exchange of numbers and a promise to meet the next, Leo left Y/N apartment giddy and lively.

(TIME SKIPP ... Yes it's long... felt bad for leaving y'all hanging for two weeks!!!)

It was the first time in years that Leo found sleep troubling... He tried meditating, counting sheep... but nothing was helping his running mind. As a last-ditch effort, he found his way into the Dojo. 'Damn Pretty Face... And that Gorgeous laugh' He huffed, sending shadow punch after shadow punch trying to rid his mind of her... "You like her Hamato admit it" He whispered to himself. He didn't want to... to think someone as perfect as her, strong, funny, kind-hearted, and funny... never would she ever think about him in such a way. "DAMIT LEONARDO SHES TO GOOD FOR YOU" He screamed, unconsciously waking his master. "You're the leader... supposed to be level headed not love-struck.... even if she is the most perfect girl"

"Leonardo?" Master Splinter exited his room, a concerned look on his face, "My son.. what is the matter?... Who is too good for you? and this perfect girl?"

'no no no no no' He was mentally panicking.... His face burned with embarrassment... "N-No one!"

"Leonardo" his voice was stern... "The last time you were in such a state was when you were battling your feelings for Karai" Splinter watched as Leo's eyes cast downward... His face flushed, knowing he could not get out of this.

"I... I found someone" He spoke in a whispered tone...

"A Woman?" Splinter confirmed stroking his beard.

"H-hai..." He slowly trailed his eyes up to meet his. "she's a human... but she's not like Karai... no she is so much better... Prettier, better fighter... more heroic" He found himself drowning in her memories once again. "B-But she's way out of my league" Now that it was already out there he decided to tell him everything... their meeting, their picnic, the show of strength she had... "Dad..." That was Splinter's indicator that he needed his father, not his teacher at this moment... "I really like her... but I'm a mutant Ninja turtle... she's a human... a Kunoich at that!"

"My son... Never doubt yourself... when it comes to love, it knows no bounds" He sighed softly. "It sees no difference in appearance and sees no distance... go after her... nothing to lose if you try" His words were soft, sincere, and wise.

"b-but I just met her... what if" He mumbled off.

"Love is powerful... While it might be too early to declare your love... seeing if she is interested wouldn't hurt" He set a gentle hand on Leo's shoulder. "Don't let time waste your potential experiences.... go out and take them"

"OKAY! I'M GOING NOW YEHA" He hugged his dad, thanking him before beelineing out the dojo.

"MAKE SURE YOU ARE HOME BY DAWN!!!" Splinter called a soft smile gracing his lips.

(AHHH EXAMS, ESSAYS, DUEL CREDIT, SCHOOL... BIRTHDAYS!!!! Ah don't we all just love High school??? Nobody? good to know yall read my sarcasm.

ANYWAYS!! Sorry this took so long... To be a Hero or maybe... gosh I'm hopping gets posted soon!! I have one more exam before my spring break and an Essay I gotta write BUT I'll try to fit it in somewhere.... FINAL STREATCH OF TEH YEAR... Gosh makes me wanna cry... ANYWAYS!!!!

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL)

To my heaven or your underworld?

Master List

(This was something I’ve had in the drafts and decided to post it!!) cute fem child reader!

Angst but fluffy and comforting

A cool breeze settled in the air on the crisp afternoon of July. Deep in the Zion Canyons, a beautiful waterfall stood, untouched by man. “Hurry up Gabriella!” A little boy called his friend. One who he had recently met, successfully dragging her out of the run down home. He stood tall on a rock, peering down at the little girl who was behind him. His freckled face held a flushed look due to the summer sun and his green eyes never wavered from her.

“I’M COMING!” She had yelled back at him, struggling to climb the rock with her hair constantly falling in her way. She dug her feet into the side of the smooth stone and was able to hoist herself up, successfully resting her upper body where he stood.

“I told you wearing your hair down was a bad idea” He wore a smirk, one that gloated about the fact that he knew better than her for once.

“Shut up, You threatened to leave me” She complained, rolling herself completely onto the platform-like area.

“Here, upsy daisy,” He took a gentle hold of her arms pulling her to stand next to him. He chuckled, watching her as she whipped the sweat from her forehead and hunched to catch her breath. “Are you that tired?” He rolled his eyes before turning his gaze to the beautiful scenery that was laid before them. Looking out onto the other side of the rock, a massive drop-off stood. With flowing water being produced by the massive waterfall that was displayed right in front of them.

“I think you’re forgetting t-that I have'' she huffed “I’m not meant WOAH” She gasped, cutting herself off, turning her full attention to the view as well. The waterfall stood tall, the rushing water silencing all outside noise. The sun reflected off it creating a hue of colors and illuminating the lush green surrounding it.

“I told you it was nice” He took a glance around, looking for the spot to climb down towards the water, he made his way to a rope that had been wedged between two smaller rocks. He had been here before, scotting for a place to take her. He decided that for Gabby's well-being, he’d make an easier way to get down before bringing her here. “I found it a while ago and knew you’d love it. '' He took a sturdy hold on the rope, giving it a harsh tug to ensure its stability. Once he was sure it was safe enough, he began to slowly make his way down.

“It’s so beautiful, HEY WAIT!” Gabriella rushed towards the rope, making sure to stay a safe distance from the edge, “H-Hey, where do you think you’re going?” She gasped as he continued down the side.

“Uh duh, I’m going for a swim” He moved his hands, one after the other, keeping his feet firmly planted on the steep wall and his eyes refused to waver from the gray stone directly in front of him. “Follow if you want! But if you’re too scared, go home” He made quick work climbing down, as if he’d done it a hundred times before. He stretched his foot searching for the comfort of solid ground. He was completely aware that she would follow, refusing to admit she was a chicken.

“I’M NO COWARD!” She called, hyping herself up for the daring task, “Come on Gabby, you got this” She whispered encouraging words as she took hold of the rope. Setting her body over the edge, refusing to look at the ground. Taking one hand and one step at a time, she slowly made her way down.

“I’LL CATCH YOU IF YOU FALL '' 20 feet below his voice sent a warm, almost calming sensation over her as she slowly continued to descend. “THAT'S IT” He continued to spew cheers, arms at the ready for if anything went wrong. “I promise I’ll get you there safely,” He said lowly, a promise not to her but to himself.

“AHH” Gabriell let out a shrill, her foot had slipped causing panic to course through her. Tightening her grip and squeezing her eyes closed, she dangled, softly swaying back and forth. She made multiple attempts to try and regain footing on the rock, but each time failed. Giving up on trying to fix her position she just swayed for a few seconds, her arms quickly growing tired.

“GABBY '' Panicked, he tried to follow her movements, He watched as her grip slowly began to loosen. He racked his brain for any ideas, he knew he had to act fast. “GABBY YOU GOTTA LISTEN” he kept glancing between her and the ground. With at least a 15-foot drop between her and the solid ground he knew very well that if she fell, they wouldn’t be able to finish the adventure.

“HELP, PLEASE” Something wet splashed onto his face, He looked back up at the girl hanging there, and he watched as tears rolled down her puffy cheeks.

“GABBY YOU GOTTA LOOK AT ME” He tried to coax her out of the panicked state, “GABBY PLEASE” He watched as she only tightened her eyes and wrapped her legs around the rope.

“N-no, it hurts' ' She could feel her hands start to bleed from her tight hold on the ragged rope. “I don’t wanna die” Her thoughts ran rampant praying to god, she began to receive every prayer she could remember from her Church classes, “Our Father who in heaven”

“GABRIELLA LISTEN TO ME” Her eyes shot open at the desperate tone of his voice, and she looked down, instantly regretting her decision. She quickly closed her eyes again and began to shake her head from side to side. “LISTEN TO ME PLEASE” His eyes traveled to the water next to him, about 4 feet to the left from where he stood, “GABRIELLA LOOK AT THE WATER,” he had hoped a small distraction would calm her before he offered his outlandish solution. Slowly she took a glance at the glistening water, once again captivated by its beauty.

“WHAT ABOUT IT” She could feel herself calm slightly, unknown as to why, whether it was her accepting that her arms would eventually give out, or that she trusted him to save her. She was grateful to have some sense of her surroundings,

“SWING TOWARDS IT”

“WHAT” She now looked at him, eyes wide and mouth gaping. She was shocked, out of all ideas she never thought his solution would be to just give up. “NUH NO WAY”

“I’VE THOUGHT IT OVER,” He stared right at her, a false smile on his face, “WITH ENOUGH MOMENTUM YOU CAN MAKE IT INTO THE DEEPER PART” She glanced between him and the water, from her perspective it looked like it was miles away, but she knew it was her best chance. She could feel her arms weakening and her blood only made her hands hurt more. She couldn’t shake the fear completely. What if she didn’t go far enough? What if the rope snapped? What if she drowned?

“GABRIELLA TRUST ME!” She looked back to where he was standing but he was gone, She looked desperately for his whereabouts. Cursing herself for losing sight of him, almost going back into a panic. Finally, she watched as he made his way into the water, standing shoulders deep and waving, “I PROMISE I’LL BE HERE” He stood showing her that the depth of the water was deep enough for her to jump into. Her eyes watered once again, watching she had an epiphany. It was the best shot she had, realizing this, she released her locked legs from the rope and hesitantly began a swinging motion. Acting as if she was at the local playground, kicking her feet back and forth to get momentum to go higher. She had done this hundreds of times, jumping off the swing at its peak to feel the thrill, but never had it been from this high. She continued the motion till she felt it was at a safe speed and height,

“I TRUST YOU” She screamed, letting go of the rope as her momentum headed forward. She plummeted towards the water, bringing her legs up into her chest. She shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the impact. The ice-cold water hit her feet first, resulting in her form slightly wavering, as the rest of her body became submerged, she completely let go. Eyes still shut tight but surrounded by the ice water, she floated for a second before a hand grabbed her t-shirt collar and another grabbed her shoulder. Jerking her up out of the water, she was met with worried green eyes and a tear-stained freckled face.

“Gabby, a-are you okay?” He readjusted his grip to help keep the girl afloat in the water, “Gabby?” He moved her wet hair from her face trying to get a good look at her. He stared at her for a moment before her lips curled into a massive grin.

“THAT WAS EXHILARATING” She screamed, throwing her arms around him, “I DID IT CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?” she was stuck between sobbing and laughing, He let out a sigh of relief, letting out a soft chuckle at her antics.

“That you did, handled it way better than I did” He held her tightly gently patting her back to comfort his racing heart. “You okay? Nothing hurt?” He pulled away to look her over, “Your hands” he huffed looking at the slightly tinted red water surrounding them. He brought them close to examine them, they held small cuts and were bruised but overall looked okay.

“Ah it’s nothing, the water is making them feel better though” She dismissed his worry, removing herself from his hold, and stood barely reaching out the water. “Let's head to shore, that way I can catch my breath properly,” She smiled before wading herself through the water.

“Wait! Are you sure you’re okay?” He followed close behind her, “You didn’t hit anything when you landed? Not the bottom right?” He tried to walk a little faster to catch her. “A-and there was no other kind of resistance right?”

“What? No, I’m all good” She dismissed his questions, continuing her trek. “Why?”

“Oh, nothing it’s just,” He stared at the back of her hair, weighing his options. He had already opened his mouth, might as well go through with it. “I’ll show you when we get to land”

“Okay, it’s not something life-threatening again right?” Gabby was now in waist-deep water, continuing to exit the water.

“No, I promise nothing will happen like that again” She only hummed at his response.

“We’ll see” With the water only ankle deep, she spun around and plopped herself into the water. Sitting on the rocky bottom, softly swaying feet in the water. “I can’t get over how clear the water is” She smiled, “Or the fact that I almost died” She took a deep breath,

“It is very nice huh?” He paused, “Well except for you almost dying!” He quickly added before squatting down next to her, messing with the rocks. Every now and then he picked up a rock to examine it. Gabby sat quietly examining as the water flowed, until “This one is good!” He cheered, standing up again. She jumped slightly, quickly turning her head to see what he had.

“It’s a rock?” Gabby only tilted her head softly, a confused look on her face.

“It’s a perfect skipping stone” He stated, glancing over at her before angling himself towards the waterfall, closing one eye, and sticking out a tongue to aim. He swung his arm back once before bringing it forward slowly, he repeated this action a couple more times before finally letting the rock go. Gabby's eye sparkled with amazement, watching as the stone went skipping towards the falls. Her smile dropped when suddenly the stone stopped,

“Huh, what happened?” With double the force it had been thrown with, the stone came skipping back towards the boy. With ease he caught the stone, smiling brightly and showing it off.

“Ain’t it cool? No matter how hard I throw it, it always comes back” He cackled,

“LET ME TRY!” Gabby stood fast and practically jumped on him to grab the rock.

“Okay, okay, here!” He set the smooth rock in her hand, and demonstrated what she needed to do, “So angle like this,” He shifted her slightly, “And now swing your arm to get the momentum” He watched as she followed his directions, “and on the way forward, LET GO!” As soon as he gave the command she let the stonefly, watching as it skipped across the water perfectly, before suddenly stopping. However, it sat for a moment, longer than they had anticipated before it came shooting back, “AHH”

“AHH” They both dived away from the stone that came rocketing back at them. Into the water they both splashed, creating a disturbance within the peace. Quickly sitting up to see what had happened he glanced over at her, “Ooh my gosh, what was that?” Gabby sat up, looking in the direction of where the stone had gone, there lodged into a tree was the smooth rock.

“Amazing” Shifting next to her, his eyes just stared at the tree. His face contorted into a brilliant smile, and his eyes glowed with a fire.

“Hehe, that was awesome!” She splashed water at him, drawing him out of his daze. He chuckled and returned her action.

They continued this banter for hours, giggling and playing with the water. The time flew by, quickly leading the sun to slowly set and the moon to rise. “This was the best day ever, I wish it could last forever!” Gabby giggled out of breath from running around.

“Yeah, me too” He chuckled looking over at her, his smile faltering slightly, taking a glance to the waterfall. It still sparkled even without the sun present.“Hey Gabby, what if it could last forever?” He was nervous about her reaction, “We could just stay here” His suggestion took her by surprise, it caused her smile to drop, and she stared at him for a moment. The once joyous environment turned cold.

“But what about our families?” She questioned, breaking the silence “I mean we can’t just disappear like that!” She voiced her concerns, beginning to pace around the water. “Where would we sleep? What if it rains? Or someone comes looking for us?” She finally stopped mid-pace, “What if they come looking and take me back?”

“That's why we should stay!” He was quick to argue “That's way you never go back! Plus we can live behind the waterfall!” He examined his excitement by pointing at the waterfall, “We’re safe here, it's our haven! Come On let's do it!”He prayed she would agree, not wanting to force her into anything.

“I a-are you sure?” Gabby just stared at him, switching between looking at him and the waterfall behind. The determination he held told her everything she needed to know. “Okay, yeah! Let's do it!” She matched his determined look, before breaking out into a bright smile. “Let’s live under the waterfall!” A soft smile returned to his face.

“I’m glad you’re going willingly,” He whispered under his breath. “Alright, Gabby it’s just you and me!” He held out his hand in a fist waiting for her.

“Oh Yeah!” She matched his fist with her own,

“Our own Netherworld” He smiled brightly at her, She returned the bright smile,

“Yeah, Our own Heaven!” She chuckled, “Lead the way Hades!”

Yuu inspired by odette from swan lake.

Sypnosis: where yuu was cursed in her old world to be a swan by day and a girl by night all for rejecting an angry old wizard, upon entering twisted wonderland she still has her curse but no other swan companions with her. She must try and brake the curse whilst struggling to attend a magic school (she’s kinda scared of everyone as they all are male wizards, and we know what happens with her last encounter with one)

Prologue

The sun was setting and dusk was making its short return before its sister night took over, out on a lake as clear as a gem on the royal crown, was a flock of swans all settling throughout the lake, sat in the middle surrounded by the others ever so still was one swan bigger and more beautiful then the rest, with feathers of pure white snow and a circlet with a singular gem sitting in the middle.

The swan lifted her gaze up to the setting sun making way for his sister the rising moon, her everlasting beauty shines upon the singular swan and the animal seemed to soak up her beautiful rays of light before the water that she sat on raised up surrounding her in a swirl of beautiful water magic before it dropped to reveal an ethereal girl standing on the waters surface taking in her own appearance. At the sight of her face and the touch of her hair a smile graced her face before she walked to the waters edge placing her feet on the wet sand of the shore.

The sound of horses and a carriage approaching caught the swan queen’s attention. Her head turned and saw a dark carriage descending upon her with horses that held a face she had never seen before on such animal. The carriage stopped in front of her and opened its door revealing a coffin, that was the last sight her newly human eyes saw before her back hit the shallow water and she entered the void.

NOTE: I just wanted to see how a swan attending NRC would be and now I have this, I wanna try and make yuu’s appearance as vague as possible so people can kinda imagine a self insert but I might make a few mistakes.

Somethings that yuu will be described to have is hair long enough to be styled in any way, be a white swan, sort of elegance to her, wearing a dress and circlet.

This will be following the plot of only having someone swear themself to her out of pure love be able to break the curse but thankfully no Odile and throwing ourself into lakes.

Im thinking of having Malleus or Leona maybe even Vil as the final love interest but I’ll need help for that decision so tell me who you think.

MC Twin AU

Like most cliche fanfictions, especially one dealing with the concept of reincarnation, you are MC's identical twin sister.

Fortunately for you, you weren't one of the many test subjects. Unfortunately for you, being separated from your twin and dealing with the disaster made you remember that oh shit this was an Otome Game.

Still, you enjoyed your life in Linkon. Sure, you weren't the MC. Sure, you aren't ever going to be with the love interest you fell in love with. And sure, you weren't strong like MC is, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were alive.

The only negative thing about this whole situation was that you looked just like MC, and were always mistaken as her.

"Miss Bodyguard? No offense sir but I can barely take care of myself. I'm definitely not the woman you're looking for."

"Appointment? Why would I. . . . Oh for heavens sake you have the wrong person. I apologize but last time I checked and I did check my heart is completely fine."

"Sorry but the thought of fighting those wanderers is honestly horrifying. I'm not cut out to be a Hunter. Sorry but you've got the wrong person."

It was a good thing one love interest lived in N-109 Zone, and one lived in Skyhaven, otherwise you would have been even more stressed.

You've run into MC once before. It was him that actually introduced you two together, something about reconnecting with one another. You had looked at her, and she had looked at you. She was beautiful, and deep down a hint of envy threatened to rise from your beating heart, but you were quick to squash it down.

Because so what if you weren't her? That was fine. You were your own person, and that's all that mattered.

So you gave your twin a smile and a hug. You exchanged numbers and started to hang out. You learnt more about each other, like how she adored plushies and how you loved playing Kitty Cards.

She tried to invite you over to her grandma's and his house, but you were quick to decline, using work as an excuse. Once, you caught sight of a familiar crow watching her, and you turned your head away for your sanity, not wanting to deal with that.

So yes, you were the twin sister of the MC. It had it's ups and it had its downs. But as long as they were all happy, then you were happy.

Just a small little idea I had. I might write more actually but I hope this is good 😊

Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xaiver | Rafayel | Sylus |

Beginning of More

Summary: Two best friends in a dungeon. They might kiss.

Word Count: 2,236

Warnings: fluff, secret mutual pining, brief mention of dead husband, mention of kids, Chilchuck and Reader being besties, sneak peak into matchmaker Marcille

A/N: I was thinking of making this into a little mini series or adding the other parts to this draft when I have them. Let me know what you think and enjoy! Edited and Proofread

Y/n and Chilchuck have been best friends since forever.  

Having grown up in the same village, the two of them spent most of their time together while they were young. Moreover as they grew older, so did their friendship; they had been the best man/maid of honor at each other's wedding, first ones there after the birth of their children and became the god parents to said children. They moved away from home and started the half-foot union together and began adventuring. It was very unusual for adventuring parties to get one without the other.

The two were thick as thieves. Always there for each other. 

So when Chilchuck had been introduced to Laios’ forming party, it was no surprise when Y/n also signed a contract with them as well. Starting together and ending together, that is the way both half-foots worked. Always going where the other leads. 

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Marcille’s favorite genre of books are romance. Where a princess gets swept off her feet by a prince and they fall madly in love. Or when two people are forced to go on an adventure together only to realize that they began to fall in love during the journey. She couldn’t get enough of them, which had caused her to strongly lightly project onto others, specifically the two half-foot party members that seem to be insanely close with one another. 

It wasn’t hard to see the natural pull the two of them had with each other, or the instinct of making sure that one is safe after a battle with a monster within the dungeon. Marcille would catch glimpses of the two of them leaving when it came to getting water or heading off to the bathroom. Just always making sure the other is safe. 

She knew they were friends beforehand, it wasn't hard to keep track of the infamous half-foot duo despite her not being the most well kept with rumors. She knew that they have history before forming the party. So as she watches them now, after deciding to go and rescue Falin, she knew it was much deeper than just friendship. 

Marcille’s main focus is rescuing Falin; but if she said getting the two together wasn’t a separate focus on its own, then she’d be lying to herself. 

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Chilchuck sat irritably on his bed roll, gaze locked onto the door for night watch. After spotting the mimic in the room over he knew something was going to happen. Mimics have never brought them luck before and it sure as hell wasn’t going to bring them luck now. 

With an irritated huff, Chilchuck felt his stomach growl with hunger. “My stomach’s gone soft on me. I used to go two days without eating.” He reached for his water skin only to find it empty. Chilchuck huffed to himself, before instinctively reaching for Y/n’s water skin, knowing she wouldn’t mind. He lifted it up to drink but only a few drops came out, “We need more water.”

He rose to his feet with the water skins in hand. He turned towards Y/n, calling out her name. She groaned lightly, only shifting in the direction of his voice, Chilchuck huffed before reaching over and shaking her. Y/n groaned at the forced movement of her body. She turned her head, inhaling and exhaling deeply before speaking, “What is it hun’?” 

Her words came out muffled and they were laced with sleep but it still rang loud and clear in Chilchuck’s ears. The softness of her voice and the endearing name was enough to make his face blush red. He’s heard her call her late husband that or her kids or even his kids, but never has it been directed towards him and not once did he feel like it needed to be, but his heart still fluttered; his face still flushed. Chilchuck stumbled over his words, “I-I’m going to get some more water.” It was only a simple sentence and yet it was still hard to get out, her half lid eyes seemed to be drawing him in. Almost like she wanted him to stay. 

“Want me to come?” Y/n asked, lifting herself onto her elbows. Sleep clinging to her eyes. Chilchuck watched as she tried to fight it, but it looked like she was going to lose. 

“Nah, I’ll be alright. It’s only in the next room.” He reassured her, he stood to complete his task. As he lifted himself, Chilchuck gently nudged her head with his hand, giving the indication for her to lay back down, “I’ll be back. Go to sleep.” 

“Yell if you need, I’ll hear.” She replied, before allowing his nudge to force her to lay back down. Chilchuck watched as her breathing went even. He stepped out of the room, a single thought on his mind. 

“She looked really pretty.” 

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“Golly!” 

Y/n shot up from her bed roll; the sound of a voice waking her from her sleep. She scanned the room only to find Chilchuck still gone. Panic swelled, causing Y/n to quickly make her way towards the door. In her haste, she disturbed Marcille causing her to wake. Marcille only had a moment to watch Y/n swing open the door to their makeshift room and take down the hall. The elven woman then looked around the room and noticed the missing Chilchuck. She quickly sprung up from her bed roll and woke up Laios to come and help. Y/n heard the loud thump of a box hitting the ground behind her. She spun on her feet and saw the previously opened room was locked with bars. She rushed to the door trying to find a way to unlock it from the outside, standing in front of the bars Y/n saw as Chilchuck pressed the last brick before the gate opened itself. 

In his panic, Chilchuck didn’t register that Y/n was standing right in front of him nor did he slow his pace when he ran straight for her. Before Chilchuck could fully collide with Y/n, she quickly pulled the man into her once he was within reach, providing him a wider gap between the mimic and himself. Y/n watched as the metal bars slammed down onto the mimic's body, killing it. Y/n held tightly to the panting Chilchuck, just relieved that he was okay. She pulled back to assess him of any major damage, only to see the slight gash on his cheek. 

“I told you to yell if you needed help.” she rushed out in false anger, seeing his new scar.

“I had it under control.” Chilchuck laughed, knowing if he was patient enough, Y/n would’ve come running. Y/n smiled warmly even her false anger dispelled, she knew that he would figure out a trap like that in no time. 

The door to the room opened to reveal a sleepy Laios being dragged out by Marcille, her panicked expression matching the one Y/n had on seconds before, “I saw her run out like something was wrong! And Chilchuck isn’t in the room! He must be in trouble!” The small group looked over and saw the two half-foots conversing, Y/n taking off the pouch on her leg to reveal a couple of needles and thread, Chilchuck following suit.

Laios and Senshi stared at the dead mimic on the ground. “Whoa! You bagged a mimic! Nice going!” 

Chilchuck groaned, sitting back as Marcille gave him a once over with her healing magic. “Thank you.” 

Y/n shook her head in disbelief before assessing his green neck warmer. Seeing how much she can sew right now, before having to add more fabric to it. “I can sew most of it, but I’ll have to add some of the spare fabric I have.” 

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” Chilchuck commented, happy he could keep it for one more day. Seeing his happy smile caused Y/n to share a smile of her own, his relaxed nature making her heart flutter. Knowing he was only this level of relaxed with the two of them, their small bubble yet to pop even with the rest of the party around them. Even with the small trickle of blood on his face, Y/n couldn’t stop the thought that passed through her head. 

“He looks so pretty.”

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Marcille silently observed the interaction between the two half-feet. She always had a leading suspicion that they held some sort of feelings for each other, but seeing the way they’re acting almost like it was only the two of them within the dungeon, Marcille knew it wasn't her imagination. 

She could see that the two of them held the other close to their hearts, but seeing how close would be the fun part. 

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Y/n watched as everyone settled around, ready to eat the dinner provided for them. She was a couple stitches away before Chilchuck’s neck warmer was finished. Which was about the time everyone's portions began to be served. Chilchuck sat next to her, holding the other end of the neck warmer so she could sew it more easily. 

Marcille continued to munch on her piece of the mimic before turning towards the duo, questioning them. “If you knew the mimic was in there, why didn’t you tell us?” 

“Because I’ve had nothing but bad experiences with them. The last thing I wanted to do is deal with another one.” Chilchuck grumbled. He flicked his gaze towards Y/n only to see she had finished mending the fabric and was folding it up to place it next to his pillow. “Anyways, I made a lot of bad decisions.” 

Y/n hummed in agreement, eating a piece of mimic as Chilchuck continued to talk. “The first was panicking thinking the mimic would eat the treasure insect.” 

“But mimics don’t eat treasure insects. Treasure insects eat mimics.” Laios announced. His small explanation going over the irritated Chilchuck’s and the amused Y/n’s head. Chilchuck grumbled as Marcille tried to pat his head, only for Y/n to slap her hand away. 

“You know he doesn’t like to be coddled.” She said simply. “It makes him feel like a kid.” She finished her plate of food and placed it down for it to be washed later. Marcille ignored her  words and turned her attention towards Chilchuck. 

“Tell me how old you are and I’ll never do it again.” Marcille compromised, “what happened to you today only happened because you wanted to be so secretive. Now come on and tell me how old you are.” 

“Fine.” He grumbled. Hoping she’ll keep her word. Marcille’s eyes sparkled, before turning towards Y/n. Her face held an expecting look, almost like she was waiting for her to share the same details.

“What? You never asked my age. I would’ve told you if you just asked.” Y/n answers simply. It was true. She never hid anything about herself, like Chilchuck did. Just no one was interested enough to ask, or they didn’t think to ask since Chilchuck always refused to share anything and everyone always assumed that she was the same way. 

“I’m turning 29 this year.” Chilchuck grumbled out, seeing Marcille’s eyes land on him expectantly. 

She groaned at the information, expecting to hear an age older than the one she got. “Man you’re just a kid after all.” 

“I thought you were way older than that.” Senshi said. Y/n laughed at their reactions, knowing that other races don’t fully understand half-feet life expectancy. Especially races with longer lives. 

Marcille watched Y/n chuckle at the scene in front of her, before lighting up, “What about you Y/n? How old are you?” Marcille asked. Excited that she’ll get the answers to some of her questions. 

“Me? I’m 30.” Y/n answered casually. Watching Marcille’s excitement withered slightly. 

“Really? You guys are so young.” Marcille huffed, leaning back onto her hands looking at the ceiling. 

“Okay then! How old are you guys! All other races look like kids to you ‘races with long lives’!!” Chilchuck shouted. Y/n laughed at Chilchuck’s faux anger. Knowing he was more irritated than actually upset. 

“There, there, Chil, those lifers will never understand our day to day struggle.” Y/n joked, watching as Chilchuck fumed silently sitting down and crossing his arms. She thought that steam was going to pour out of his ears. “Come on guys, we should rest a little more before we start moving again. Especially since not everyone got a chance to sleep.” 

Marcille watched closely as Chilchuck’s body seemed to instantly relax once Y/n began patting his shoulder and how Y/n’s touch lingered for a second more before she moved and began reassembling her bed roll closer to the new circle the group had formed. 

The party grumbled in agreement before dimming down the fire and getting back into their bed rolls. Most fell back to sleep almost instantly. Y/n turned over, now face to face with Chilchuck. She reached out slightly and tapped his arm with her fist. Not enough to hurt, but enough to convey her displeasure with him, “Don’t go anywhere without me next time, got it?” 

“Yeah I got it.” Chilchuck replied, tapping her arm in return. They two adults shared a smile before dozing off. Resting until they woke up naturally to continue moving down.