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hericaslibrary · 6 months

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𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓰𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰

pairing : ace x fem!reader

wc : 1.081

summary : you and Ace found solace in a hammock after a grueling battle with the Marines.

The Moby Dick gently swayed beneath the moonlit sky. Exhausted from the battle, Ace took your hand as you both headed to a quiet spot with a waiting hammock. The deck still buzzed with post-fight activity, but in this corner, it was just the two of you.

The sound of distant laughter and celebratory cheers faded as you found the secluded spot. Ace secured the hammock between two sturdy posts, and you both settled into its embrace. The rhythmic creaking of the hammock matched the soothing sounds of the ship sailing through calm waters.

Ace's gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a mixture of weariness and relief. “That was a tough one,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet night.

You nodded, feeling the weight of the battle still lingering in the air. “Yeah, but we made it through. We always do,” you replied, a reassuring smile playing on your lips.

He returned the smile, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “Couldn't have done it without you,” Ace admitted, squeezing your hand gently.

The moment hung in the air, a shared understanding of the unspoken bond forged in the heat of battle. The night sky above sparkled with stars, and Ace's thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand.

As you both lay there, the fatigue of the fight began to give way to a different kind of warmth—the comfort of being close to someone who understood the highs and lows of the pirate's life. The ship rocked gently, and the soft murmurs of the crew became a distant lullaby.

“I never get tired of looking at the stars,” Ace mused, breaking the comfortable silence. “They make everything else seem so small, you know?”

You followed his gaze, losing yourself in the shimmering expanse above. “Yeah, it's like a reminder that there's so much more out there than just the battles we fight.”

Ace nodded, his expression thoughtful. “And moments like these make it all worth it. Just taking a break, looking up at the sky, and realizing there's a whole world waiting for us.”

After a moment of comfortable silence, Ace spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. “You know, when I was a kid, I used to dream about adventures like these. I'd stare at the stars and imagine all the places beyond the horizon.”

You listened attentively, encouraging him to share more about his past. “Really? What kind of adventures did you dream about?”

Ace chuckled softly, a distant look in his eyes. “Oh, all sorts. Sailing to uncharted islands, discovering hidden treasures, and, of course, becoming the strongest pirate out there. I guess some dreams never really change.”

“As I grew older, the dreams evolved, but the stars were always there, guiding me,” Ace continued. “Even in the darkest times, looking up at the night sky brought a sense of comfort, like there was something greater watching over me.”

In a moment of unspoken understanding, Ace gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. The air crackled with a quiet anticipation as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Ace whispered, “I don't say it enough, but I appreciate having you by my side. In the toughest battles and the quietest moments, you're always there.”

You smiled, your fingers gently caressing his cheek. The moonlight highlighted the warmth in his eyes, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest. “Ace, I wouldn't trade these moments for anything. You mean everything to me.”

As the conversation shifted to the recent fight with the Marines, Ace's tone became a blend of seriousness and reflection. “They came at us with everything they had. It was tough, but having you there, fighting by my side, made all the difference.”

You listened intently, your gaze locked with his. “We make a good team, don't we?” you said, a proud smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Ace nodded, a smirk playing on his face. “The best. I wouldn't want anyone else watching my back.”

“I thought we were done for when that Marine captain unleashed that surprise attack,” Ace admitted, his eyes holding a mixture of amusement and relief. “But you, you pulled off that move with such finesse. I couldn't help but be impressed.”

You chuckled, remembering the close call. “Well, you taught me a thing or two about finesse in our sparring sessions. I just applied what I learned.”

Ace grinned, the admiration evident in his eyes. “You're incredible, princess, you know that?”

Your cheeks warmed at his compliment. “Only because I have an incredible teacher.”

The air was charged with a sweet mixture of vulnerability and affection, and Ace's hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent promise.

“Tonight has been perfect,” Ace said, his gaze never leaving yours. “Under the stars, with you in my arms, I couldn't ask for anything more.”

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

Amidst the serious recounting of events, a playful glint entered Ace's eyes. “Did you notice when I had that, uh, narcoleptic episode?” he said, a grin spreading across his face.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips. “Narcoleptic episode? Is that what you're calling it now?”

Ace chuckled, “Well, I did nod off for a split second in the middle of the fight. It was like my body decided it was the perfect time for a power nap.”

You couldn't help but laugh, imagining the scene. “Oh, fire fist Ace, the fearsome pirate, catching some Zs in the middle of battle. I'm sure the Marines were terrified.”

Ace rolled his eyes in mock offense. “Hey, it's not like I planned it. I was just resting my eyes for a moment, and next thing I knew, you were waking me up, and we were back in action.”

“Resting your eyes, huh? Classic Ace move,” you teased, poking him playfully.

He nudged you back. “Well, you have to admit, it added a bit of drama to the whole thing. The Marines probably thought I was pulling some secret technique.”

You both shared a laugh, the lighthearted banter weaving seamlessly into the quiet night.

“I guess even the strongest pirates need a quick nap now and then,” you teased, leaning in to steal another quick kiss.

Ace grinned, “Only when they have the most amazing girlfriend by their side to keep them on their toes.”

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#—scenario #divider by cafekitsune #one piece #opla #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #ace x reader #one piece x reader #asl brothers #one piece ace #fire fist ace #whitebeard pirates #the reader is so lucky to have him

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naffeclipse · 4 months

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What if Eclipse from AP was a naga? And this took place in the deep jungle of the amazon, where photographer y/n is trying to take pictures of the wildlife?

I'm vibrating at the speed of sound over this ask while also nudging my naga au

Naga Eclipse from AP would have the tail of a Green Anaconda, with an olive green scaly color dotted with black, framed by burning-like flares of orange along the length of his slithery body. He's also decorated with orange-yellow striping on either side of his long, slipper form. His upper half is scaley with a lithe deadliness to his musculature and decorated by frills surrounding his head with brighter orange-yellow colors, almost hypnotic in their gradient hues. One eye is deep emerald green, and one is midnight blue.

Lucky you—you're out on a once-in-a-lifetime expedition to explore a jungle closed off to the public, funded by Fazco, and occupied by two researchers who will be your bunkmates for the next few weeks. You're itching to take photos of the large river, including swamps, marshes and streams, and whatever wildlife is out there.

The few locals you did meet before you left to hike the rest of the way to what would be your new, isolated home warned you of a dangerous snake—a large, mythical beast. You take note of the local folklore. You understand the truth is hidden in there somewhere, and you are well aware of the dangers and diseases you could be met with in such a harsh environment, but you're determined.

It doesn't take long for you to feel eyes watching you when you first venture out by yourself. You take beautiful pictures of freshwater fish, big and beautiful, unlike any you have ever seen. Of course, you have hundreds of snapshots of the local flora, the trees, the floating meadows, the thick vines that drape each branch and hang thickly about the ground. You almost forget that you eerily don't feel alone.

But you swear something moves in the water—the ripples stop as soon as you look. The stillness is suddenly stiff, lifeless. Even the birds have stopped chirping.

You lower your camera and carefully put it away. A trickle of fear slips into your heart. You turn away from the river's edge only to be met by a low hiss and a creature, unlike anything you witnessed in your travels, spooling itself neatly out of the water, blocking your path to the base. An incredible creature with long arms and a great, serpentine tail that seems to stretch for yards and yards. You can hardly breathe in his presence—he's otherworldly with his frills and scales and fangs.

His eyes contain a mesmerizing shine as if staring into a fire as it burns or watching the ocean as it laps up against the beach, drawing your attention, demanding you don't look away. You couldn't anyway. Half-frozen, you struggle to keep from collapsing. He beckons with a sharp talon. He hisses softly for you to come closer, mouse. He wants to see you. You try to beg no without revealing how terribly you tremble. He doesn't let you go. He insists. His eyes flash with an allure. You almost step close when he murmurs that you need to be good.

But then your sense of survival kicks adrenaline into your heart, and you turn to run—

He strikes faster than your eyes can follow. Two loops of his green and orange tail surrounded you in an instant. You're dragged to the ground, your arms pinned under his mass, and the back of your head cradled by his large palm as powerful muscles squeeze you in the slightest—a gentle rebuke for thinking you could get away. You're hyper-aware of the terrifying bulk of muscles as you lie trapped in his coils. One strong twist and your eyes could pop out of your skull, and every bone protecting your heart and lungs would crumble to shards. You gasp. An urge to kick your legs and struggle erupts in your panic; a sinking feeling tells you it would only make things worse.

He coos over you, hissing and humming in an ancient song of the jungle you have no name for. When you whimper, he shushes you and strokes your cheek. He tells you how lovely you'll be. When you talk back to him, somehow finding your tongue amid your horror, you find out his name. Eclipse. He moves you more upright, resting you on his tail so you're not petrified by how vulnerable you feel lying down, but he never loosens his scaly bindings. He hovers over you. You gaze into his stunning frills of yellow-orange and wonder how a being like him came to exist. He studies you as you study him. He grins at how you shiver when he traces your collarbone with a sharp fingertip.

You remind yourself that you can still breathe. He hasn't crushed you—yet—but you don't like how wide his smile is. Sometimes, his jaw stretches a little too long as if dislocating from his skull, ready to devour you. His eyes gleam with a ravenousness as scales twist around you, holding you close enough to smell the slick green water he had been in and deep musk.

He tells you that he'll see you again very soon—away from other humans, lest you bring him a fine gift for a meal. You can only flex your fingers, silently pleading in your heart that he won't unhook his jaw and eat you alive.

Then, he unravels himself from your limbs. But before he lets you go entirely, he leans in close, his serpentine tongue flickering close to your neck and by your hair, tasting the air around you as you muster all your strength to not scream. He inhales deeply, pleased, before he murmurs, "Sweet mouse. You are mine. Say it."

You don't understand, but you echo his command, and when he taps your chin once in what might have been a loving gesture, you force your jelly legs to solidify before you run and run, all the way back to base. You slam the door to your room behind you. You touch your ribs, your arms, still caught in the heavy sensation of his loops as if he were upon you right now.

The stories are true—there is a giant snake in this jungle, and he wants you. You're afraid to discover if Eclipse's intrigue with you is only an exotic way to satisfy his hunger.

#i'm not normal about nagas #this is great because in the naga au with sun and moon #eclipse isn't a naga so this gives me my fix of naga eclipse #just augh #love these monsters #anyways he's gonna squeeze you and love you and you are just so lucky he finds you adorable he could just eat you up (not really but ya kno #he has plans for lovely little you #he's going to show you so many cool creatures like pink river dolphins and big big BIG floating meadows and the best brightest birds!#he's also gonna try to get you to eat vermits and promise that he'll protect you when you get sluggish after eating #and you have to explain that your metabolism is very different from his but then you get to see him sluggish and sleepy after he eats #(whoops that means extra long cuddles for you and boy does he like to take long naps and wrap you up tight so you don't go anywhere)#apex polarity #<<< just tagging for the same characterization of Orclipse and photographer y/n #but i am calling this:#blackwater lure #naga!eclipse #photographer!reader #naff writing #the serpent den

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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ghouljams · 8 months

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can’t stop thinking about being cowboy! grave’s darling…just got back from a pbr (professional bull riding) event and the amount of cowboy casanovas there made me swoon 😻😻

Honestly I'm not a Graves fan, but he fucking would be a bull rider. The masculinity of it, the show-off-ness, the performance of the whole thing. Just made for a man that strikes me as wanting what comes so naturally to the men of the 141.

"Nothin' to it darlin'," Graves leans against the metal gate to smile at you, "s'all in the hips, be happy to show you some time."

"Thought you were gonna show me in the next hour," you raise a brow, checking your watch. He's on deck, soon as your friend gets done with their ride he's up. This man had started flirting with you like it was his job as soon as he'd spotted you.

"Like to think I need a little more than an hour to really make my point," he turns his head to spit, you recognize the black shell of a sunflower seed. That's better than tobacco you suppose, and there is something distinctly masculine about the motion. He's good looking and it seems like he knows that. That just makes the fluid motion feel more... practiced. A pin point of potential disgust, meant to throw you off from anything else that might pop up early on.

You hum, nod your head, and let your eyes drag over him. He preens under the attention, you half expect him to puff up his chest. Instead he smiles a little wider, showing off neat white teeth.

"Wha'd'ya think sweetheart, I got a buckle with your name on it." He winks at you when you meet his eye again. You lean against the gate with a smile, let him sneak a peak down your shirt, and wonder of they make britches big enough for guys like this.

"I already got three of those," you tell him.

"Three- what?" He asks, frowning.

"Buckles with my name on 'em," you reach through the gate to hook one of your fingers in his belt loops. You give and nice firm tug and enjoy the little huff of breath he lets out. "But if you win one, I might be tempted to show 'em to ya."

Graves' smile could outshine the sun. You don't think you've ever had a man smile at you like that, like he could eat you alive. There's something flinty in his eyes that almost scares you. It's enough to make you rethink your own flirting. You don't think a man like this is the sort to take your challenge lightly, or leave you alone once you've challenged him.

No, not him. Not with the way he tilts his head, patronizing as he looks down at you. He reaches up to snap his fingers against the brim of his hat.

"Wouldn't that be somethin' ta see," he hums.

"Just don't lose your hat to anyone else," you push off the gate to go find your friend. The cheer of the crowd tells you their ride is probably over.

"I'm gonna make you mine," Graves yells after you, you raise a hand to wave him off, "The next time you walk away from me it'll be down the aisle."

"That doesn't make any sense," you yell back, his boisterous laughter making your cheeks a little hot.

#cod x reader #x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #graves x reader #graves cod #phillip graves cod #cod graves #graves mw2 #cowboy!graves #Graves is so cocky but for what #he wants what soap has naturally #i would punch graves in the face #graves is lucky goose doesnt do bull riding #or he would have some real competition #goose would knock him out

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sonicblueartist · 6 months

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Seeing Rayman angry(upset but not sad) while he normally is so cheeriful is something

#rayman #rayman x reader #I write this as I listen him sing sexbomb #all this new info about him confusing me to collect who he actually is ffff #who am I gonna believe #games?#series?#loves kids. check #happy go lucky attiud. check #knows when to act. check #knows humor. check #having some kind of sense of responsibilities? check #all those alcohol and stuff? you lost me #everyone says itso in character (it's a bit like that in the games too)#so i guess that's cool now dkjdkd

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rickswh0r3 · 7 months

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hey!! i don't really know if you have a edit masterlist but could you or would you make an edit of glenn?? ^^

so babygirl

sorry @stevenyeunsgirlfriend i’m so late😣

#in honor of him dying 7 years ago #rip glenn #you will always be famous #hes so boyfriend actually it’s scary #im actually not really attracted to him but he’s still cute #like maggie is still a lucky girl tbh #i think i would have been so best friend with him if i was in the group #this is an old edit so that’s why it’s my old coloring #the walking dead #glenn rhee #glenn rhee smut #glenn rhee fanfiction #glenn rhee x reader #glenn rhee x you #steven yeun

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miekasa · 2 years

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gojo’s son calling him baby because he heard gojo calling you that. precious

HHHH I KNOW :(( Satoru always encourages infant babbling (speaks animatedly and listens with the same enthusiasm even when it’s just incoherent noises), and the kid has taken to incorporating some key phrases into his vocabulary—learning to ask for more when he’s hungry, asking for his dad to keep playing with him, saying “thank you” and “i love you” (Satoru’s personal favorite, because his L’s do sound a little like W’s and he coos every time)—but he’s also picking up on things you and Satoru say to eachother. So, it’s only natural that hearing his parents refer to each other as “baby,” makes the toddler believe that that’s a normal part of speech he can start saying.

The first time it happens, Satoru is coming back from work. He can hear giggling in the kitchen, and when he makes his way there he’s greeted with the sight of his son in his high-chair clapping happily as you scoop some of his dinner onto his plate. Satoru reaches to you first, and arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing to your cheek. You’re about to return the greeting when the words are spoken for you, a high-pitched and excited squeal from your toddler in place of your own voice, “Home, baby!” Satoru pauses and blinks, pointing a finger at his chest and observing as his son only grins wider, making grabby hands for his father. He repeats the phrase again, this time attempting a broken syllable version of the word “welcome,” that makes Satoru’s heart swell three sizes. He’s quick to scoop his son right out of the chair, twirl him around and press kisses to his cheek, “Missed you so much, too, baby!”

First it’s you and Satoru that get called baby as greetings, but soon it extends to other people. When Megumi comes over to babysit the following week, he’s met with excited squeals and raised arms (demands to be picked up), before his cheeks are squished between baby-sized palms and he’s formally greeted with, “Hi, baby!” The look on Megumi’s face is priceless—slightly red and embarrassed, but beyond fond—and he gives the kid a gentle pat on the head before telling him he missed him, too. When it’s time for Megumi to return home for the evening, he gets soft hugs and tired yawns, the words “Bye, Memi. Night, baby,” barely getting out.

Your son is a fast learner, it seems. He quickly realizes he can use the word outside of greetings and goodbyes, and tries it out with his uncle Nanamin the next time he’s over at his house. Nanami is leaning over the counter, watching carefully as the toddler eats his lunch. He reaches over to wipe some smeared tomato away from his mouth as he’s finishing up his food, and that’s when the baby grins at him, looking his uncle (godfather, really, but he doesn’t know that yet), right in the eye before saying, “Thank you, baby.” Kento only smiles softly, continuing to gently wipe down his cheeks, before cradling his head and musing, “You’re more than welcome.”

You and Satoru debate which one of you he’s been picking this up from. You think the obvious choice is your husband—Satoru’s always been the more affectionate one, and pet names comes easy to him. He argues that your son gets it from you, and that he listens more carefully to his mom. Your theory is proven correct when your son is curled up in your lap shortly after dinner time, hands reaching to be held against your chest and rocked to sleep. You think he’s finally dozing off when you hear a small, and tired, “‘Night, my baby,” from your toddler’s lips. You look up to Satoru, who grins, leaning down to kiss the top of his son’s head and then your forehead. He takes after this father, without a doubt; because while every body else was baby, only your boys had the honor of refer to your as their baby.

#anonymous #no no it’s fine i’m fine…. i’m FINE #everyone is baby because that’s just how he thinks the world works… he thinks everyone gets the same affection…. kids r so fucking precious #im sorry for this essay..:. but as you can tell i have real life genuine feelings for this man #hhhhh SCREAMING. CRYING. PERFECT STORM.#ok but i was saying this the other day gojo gets lucky his kid starts saying ‘baby’#nanami & levi get stuck w their kids learning their actual names LMFAOOO levi is like no no. please PLEASE #it only happens w ur second kid that’s why nanami is so confused but when he hears his baby girl call him ‘ken!’ instead of ‘daddy’#lord he might cry real grown man tears LMFAO #i guess i might as well make a tag for him #gojo x reader #satoru.ask

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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ceruleancattail · 3 months

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Starlight

Kalim Al Asim x assassin reader

Cloaked by the dark of twilight, perched upon one of the mansion’s many balconies. Watching vigil over the crowds of people scattered below. A “party” of sorts. A place for people of power to gather, flexing their finery and silks like prideful peacocks. Parading around each other, hoping to strike envy into some hearts… or perhaps win some over.

It was silly, watching it all from above. Clothes of the finest materials still fray and tear in the end. It has its beauty for a brief moment in time, before unraveling into mere threads.

Then, there would be no difference from it and a common rag.

Chuckling darkly to yourself, you slip down from the railing. Carefully placing your feet on the floor, as nimbly as a cat’s footfall. Dropping your scarf towards your elbows, revealing an… acceptable attire, for such a luxurious event.

Nothing too fancy, that was the key. The kind of outfit that allowed you to fade into the shadows without causing much uproar. Well, not that anyone would notice you, always-

A light tap startled you straight out of your thoughts, the cool brush of various rings gliding over your skin. Spinning around, you come face to face with eyes of scarlet, widening with shock. His lips freeze in a “o” for a second, before dropping down into a smile.

Draped in gold and fine cloth, the torches of flame just seem to embrace him in their light. Casting an ember halo over his every feature. His lips slipped into a smile, before he rushes to the railing, arms dangling off it. Reaching out towards the sky, as if even the stars were for his taking.

“It’s a beautiful night, is it not?”

Your lips curl inwards, a firm line. This was… unexpected. Normally you would have to approach your target during these sort of events. Worm your way through the crowd, put in the elbow grease, so to speak.

This was the first time your target came up willingly to speak to you.

Kalim Al Asim. An… interesting target.

“It seems like just another night… sir.”

An elbow nudged your arm playfully, as Kalim’s lower lips juts out ever so slightly. A childish pout.

“Aw, don’t be like that! Just call me Kalim! I don’t do very well with all that formal ‘sir’ stuff.”

Facing the night sky, his fingers trace invisible lines in the air. Sketching out images only visible to him. Curiosity getting the better of you, you lean towards him. Squinting at the sky, trying to see what he could.

A warmth surges through your cheek. Kalim presses his face flush against yours, trembling from laughter. You feel the warmth spread, rampaging across your face like wildfire.

The gold bangles on his wrist jangling, Kalim points at a spot in the distance. A tiny, minuscule speck that glowed, ever so faintly in the midst of the darkness.

“That’s a star! You can’t see them all that clearly from this particular house, but they’re there.”

At a loss for words, all you could do was mutter.

“I… see.”

“Y’know, no one ever looks up anymore.”

He turns to face you, beaming.

“You’re the only one who was up here.”

You blink in surprise. You didn’t think anyone would have seen you on the upper levels, considering that the main attraction was the lavishly decorated ground floor.

“I suppose so.”

Kalim laughed, a sound filled to the brim with merriment. Throwing an arm around you, you flinched at the sudden weight. Yet the warmth spilling from his skin had your shoulders relaxing. Some of the tension coiling up in your melting away, quite against your will.

Does this person have no sense of danger at all? Despite your initial goal, you couldn’t help but grow exasperated at Kalim’s seemingly blind trust for what might just be a complete stranger. The annoyance bit at you, before you recoiled.

Annoyance meant investment. Emotional investment in someone you’ve been sent to harm, to even kill, if necessary. This was literally the first time you met him.

Why did you care so much for him?

Kalim’s voice rung out once more, the boyish glee a sweet melody within your ears.

“I was the only one looking up today. Didn’t see that many stars, but I saw you. All alone up there…

Well, I suppose that means that you were my star!”

Your heart collapsed within itself. Plunging into the deep, dark depths of your gut. Somehow, the story of Incarus and the sun flowed into your mind. A boy, drunk on his own power flew too near to the sun. Faced with all the light from the sun itself, he fell towards the earth once more.

Kalim’s… brightness stunned you. Melted your half-baked wings of malice and sent you tumbling, falling onto the ground. Stripping you of everything and just… rendering you as you were.

Not an assassin. Just… you.

With trembling hands, you force your hands into your pockets. Whipping out a dagger quickly before thrusting it towards him. Every movement flustered, clumsy. Forcing yourself to charge towards him before you lost your nerve.

Finnally. You had the upper hand. Shoving Kalim towards the railing, having the blade of your dagger pressed flushed against his throat. Breaths shaky, staring at Kalim with all the fear of an animal shoved into a corner.

Only for him to reach out to you. Cupping your face with the palm of his hands, the slightest hint of callouses brushing against your cheek.

Only for him to look up at you so tenderly, so softly. Lips parting slowly, gentle voice ringing out loud and clear, in the dark of night.

“Great Seven. You are beautiful.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Kalim al Asim #Kalim al Asim x reader #Kalim #Kalim x reader #lucky potion 🔷#KALIM KALIM KALIM KALIM #MY ACTUAL BELOVED #man looks at mc with a knife and goes like #‘I love the kind of person who could actually just kill me’#I love him so much you have no idea #I DONT TALK ABOUR KALIM ENOUGH RRRR #it’s a happy ending trust #Kalim gets another bodyguard #or lover

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iamstilldefinitelytheratking · 11 months

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Chapter 8 of Cold Affections guys, Chapter 8 has a cute unwanted embrace- aaaahhhhh

The beginnings of his strange affections starts being highlighted here, or like, being shown off to the cult members again after that dynamic entrance lmao

It's not very accurate to the scene but STILL- ahh this was fun, and I have another one to do, and keep on doing until my hyperfixation passes (or class starts, whichever comes first)

And again, read @reine-uls Cold Affections in ao3, the only fanfic I will acknowledge to having a... (<_<) (>_>) maybe, possibly, hopefully, probably not redeemable (<_<) (>_>)... Douma.

#douma #my art #my oc #cold affections 🪷 ❄️#douma x oc #douma x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanart #his hair was a nightmare to figure out #i have personal beef with it #i'll burn it down i swear I will #he's lucky uls' characterization of him is so charming #which is actually accurate to cult leaders/psychopaths #so...

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leeyd · 3 months

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Wouldn't it be funny if future Ace who somehow succeeded in getting married and having a child and all.

And when he thought everything was fine and dandy, his kid blurted out "uncle deuce is so much more cooler"

+points if deuce is a police unlike ace

#Does this counts as an x reader #I guess it does #Ace trappola x reader #This is all fun and no serious btw #His kid loves him a lot too #I think ace would actually be a good dad #Like he may be “haha” currently but we all know that guy is also mature enough to be responsible #Deuce spade #Ace is lucky to even get married and have a kid honestly #So that's why he's more responsible #Twisted wonderland #Twst #Imagines #Lee's thoughts

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coconut530 · 3 months

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LET THE DIVORCE ENSUE

#Nevermore #Nevermore Webtoon #Webtoon #Well well well another piece of media for this already hectic day (hi all Magnus Protocol and Malevolent fans in here :) )#Back after the week ~#Ohhhh Prospero you had so much trust in her with that key like I would’ve been a little concerned #Monty really you laughing now like bruhhhh #OOOOH PROSPERO GOING OFFFF ON HIM CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYY #oop he fainted #He’s ✨unresponsive✨#“If only we were so lucky” SAVAGE PLUTO #OOP LENORE INITIATING SECRET MEETING TIME #SOMEONE SAID ANNABEL HEARD SEDUCE WHEN LENORE SAID TRUCE AND THEY’RE RIGHT #Ada and Will being clumsy with him omg #Posh besties have only a thin string of trust between them now #More French I love it when Duke speaks french #“I’m all yours” ANNABEL HONEYYYYYYY #I SURE HOPE SHE DOESN’T KILL HER SHE DOESN’T HAVE THE GUN BUT WHO KNOWS #OH NO IT’S THE EPISODE BEFORE 96 EVERYONE PRAY FOR US FREE READERS I KNOW FP PEOPLE SAID IT DESTROYED THEM SO AHHAHAHAHAHAH #OKKKK NOW I’M GONNA GO LISTEN TO THE FINALE OF MALEVOLENT AND TRY NOT TO DIE #OK. BYE

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kaiscumsock · 2 years

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he’s so sweet to us

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essencering · 1 year

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↳ summary: a quiet moment in bed is shared between the two of you and belphegor realizes just how much he loves you and you respond.

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Belphegor (Obey Me!), Spoilers for Lesson 16, SFW.

writer's blurp: just a little belphegor short because idk i feel like he would have a lot of feelings about being able to just exist in the reader's space after lesson 16 which never leaves my brain.

"I love you so much I could tear you apart." the words escape the tight seal of Belphegor's lips while watching you doze off.

"Why haven't you?" your voice is heavy with sleep, and you fight it to say something back to him. How stubborn, how human, how cute.

Your response gives Belphegor pause, fingers running through your hair, trailing down your neck before turning you to face him. You are fighting sleep, eyes drooping, and pliant in his hands.

"Because I've already done it once. I'm lucky because I get to hold you in my arms right now. And if I did… then I wouldn't be able to hold you in my arms tomorrow."

Belphegor could feel how his face warmed at his own words all while seeing and feeling your face light up.

Leaning forward to kiss him. It's the closest he's felt to Heaven in centuries, but in this moment in your bed, surrounded by your warmth he decides that this is Heaven for him.

#obey me! memories #gender neutral reader #reader is gender neutral #sfw #obey me! x reader #belphegor x reader #belphegor x y/n #belphegor x gender neutral reader #idk belphie just having a feelings vomit moment and it comes out sounding wrong but he won't hurt you again #he got lucky because he got a second chance so he won't do anything to mess it up or hurt you #but i can only think about how much he loves you in his own way after everything and just clings to you #because you bring him comfort you feel like home and he loves you

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blerghie · 1 year

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kinda funny that 1864 hsy and 1863 yjh were both jealous of 1863 hsy and 1864 yjh, respectively, for the same reason: kim dokja

#thinking always about #1863 hsy was the one who wrote wos and got herself the most loyal reader ay writer would be lucky to have #and 1864 hsy who's successful and rich and influential can only wonder what it's like to be on the receiving end of such devotion #it's painful really that there seems to only be only one kim dokja #because all the other kim dokjas never had anyone who so fiercely adored him as much as his writer and protagonist do #orv #hsy #yjh

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buckttommy · 1 year

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My brother made me cry today (in a good way). I've been struggling with my manuscript (2nd draft) for weeks now, like. I feel like I am literally fighting for every single word, and every single sentence. It's hard and I have no idea where the problem is. So I went back to the beginning and started rereading. It's good, better than I thought it was. But anyways, my brother came downstairs and I asked him to listen to me read the prologue, so he did. And when he started, I thought he was going to joke around bc we joke around a LOT, but he gave such kind, insightful and thought provoking feedback and pointed out lines that he thought were particularly "striking" and how they reflected on the characters and I'm still crying tbh. It's just so... nice to hear, to have my writing — my literal years of effort — acknowledged and validated by him. I don't share my writing with my brother for many reasons but deciding to read it to him today and the way he received it was just 🥺🥺🥺 It was really really needed

#He was so startled when I gave him a hug and started crying #but then we actually talked about my book and my craft and my plans for this draft #and he agreed to be one of my beta readers when I'm finished with it so 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#Yeah I'm just really emotional rn #he's the best #and I'm really lucky to have such a supportive family #This is basically a journal entry I'm so sorrry lol

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 6 months

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part of the reason i cant be trusted with lucky jumbo for too long before doing something angsty is because im Me but also i think an important part of it is that im not well about luke carder. this guy is one of my favourites of doomed-by-the-narrative. ask me about the inherent tragedy of the lucky carder and we'll be here for two hours. frothing at the mouth shaking him around like a squeaky toy and he just HAPPENS to be the main character of my beloved crackseries in which i can do anything i want. this is not a safe combination

#the cryptid speaks #lucky jumbo <3 #inscryption #i cant help it i have to put him into situations that allow me to elaborate on the horrors of inscryption and the sorrow he carries #of a life lost #but i ALSO have to put him in situations where he is either terribly confused or being terribly confusing for the laughs. for the goofs #do u understand my dilemma .#luckily most if not all lj readers hear im putting luke through A Time and start cheering so this often works out anyways

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dullahanswritingstash · 1 year

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Why do Hidan x Reader fics and such very frequently have reader so averse to converting to Jashinism? If you're in a relationship with the man there's no way you don't condone it. Cowards. Live a little. Perform human sacrifice with your immortal boyfriend.

#if youre lucky you might become immortal too and then you get to be immortal TOGETHER. how is that not the ideal situation?#i am. having a lot of Hidan thoughts tonight.#while writing yet another fic where you dig him out of that hole. i miss him 🥹#hidan #naruto #hidan x reader #but really tho. hed be SO HAPPY and yall would deny him that? is romance dead?

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