Me and my two boyfriends, who are also boyfriends.
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Synopsis: He's handsome, funny, carefree, cool, and plays guitar. For as long as you can remember, you've always had a huge crush on your best friend's older brother, Ace. Who wouldn't? However, you're sure he only sees you as a kid. Even though... you're about to graduate from high school... you're not a kid anymore... But nah, better stop dreaming. You have worse things to worry about. For example: prom is in two days and you're the only one in your friend group who doesn't have a date.
Wordcount: +10K words
Contents: 90's AU, first time, prom dance, Reader is 18 years old, smut, fluff, Reader is Vista's daughter (because why not).
"The obsidian scales of the wyvern shimmer with a malevolent, oily sheen as it descends from the rafters of the Forsaken Keep!" Usopp declared, his voice rising to a theatrical vibrato. He leaned over the coffee table, his shadow looming large against the basement walls. "The beastâs nostrils flare, exuding a sulfuric stench that threatens to choke the very breath from your lungs. Its eyesâprimordial orbs of burning amberâfixate upon all of you".
Such were those gold-spun afternoons, sequestered within the sanctuary of her best friend's living room. There were few things she held more dear than those DnD campaignsâ the cacophony of shared laughter, the cloying scent of salt-laden snacks pilfered from the corner bodega, and the tinny, distant warble of Top 40 hits emanating from Luffy's grandfather's rickety radio. It was an ideal microcosm of chaos, defined by Luffyâs erratic whims, Usoppâs frantic dedication to his craft, and Sanjiâs inexplicable insistence on treating a tabletop fantasy as a dating simulator.
Yet, on this particular evening, the air felt heavy, the camaraderie unable to pierce the shroud of Nancy's mounting melancholy. Her chin remained anchored in her palm, her gaze listless and drifting.
"Hey, Usopp," Luffy interrupted, picking a piece of lint off his character sheet. "Is the dragon cool? Can I be friends with him?"
Usoppâs eye twitched, his carefully constructed atmosphere shattering like glass. "Friends? Luffy, it is a Drake of the Ninth Circle! It hasn't eaten in three centuries, and it perceives your existence as a light appetizer!"
"So... I can eat it?" Luffy asked, his eyes widening with genuine curiosity.
"NO, YOU CANNOT EAT THE BOSS!" Usopp shrieked, clutching his head.
On the other side of the table, a blond boy exhaled a long, elegant plume of smoke, leaning back in his chair with a practiced, nonchalant grace. His character, a silver-armored knight with a suspiciously well-groomed coif, sat poised on the grid map. "Ignore the glutton, Dungeon Master. My character, Sir Valentine of the Blue North, steps forward. I shall remove my plumed helm, bow low, and attempt to charm the dragonâs handmaiden. Surely a creature of such power is surrounded by ladies of refined taste?"
"Itâs a dungeon, Sanji! There are no handmaidens, only skeletons, moss and misery!" the irritated dungeon master roared. He turned his desperate gaze toward the corner of the sofa. "Nancy! For the love of the gods, your party is falling apart. The dragon is inhaling! Itâs your turn!"
Nancy didnât move. Her chin was propped in her palm, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the empty wrappers of snacks.
"Nancy!" Usopp barked. "Earth calling Nancy. Come on. You're on another planet, aren't you?"
She snapped back to reality, her expression souring instantly. "It wouldn't be the case if a certain TRAITOR hadn't abandoned me!" she declared, her voice ringing out with a sharp, spiteful clarity that silenced even Luffyâs humming.
Luffy blinked, tilting his head with the baffling innocence of a golden retriever. "But you said you didn't want to go to the prom!"
"I say a lot of things," she scoffed. "We were supposed to be the 'Loser Duo' together. And now? Now Iâm the only one who wonât have âmemories for a lifetimeâ or whatever other sentimental rot they print in the yearbook.â
âI've already told you a million times that I'm sorry, Nance,â Luffy said, though his apology was undermined by his reaching for a handful of chips. âBut you know Iâve already got a partner.â
Sanji let out a strangled, envious cough, nearly dropping his cigarette. "I don't know how you pulled the head cheerleader, man. Not even in my wildest dreams."
"Hancock is a very good friend of mine," Luffy said, flashing that signature, unconscious grin that drove half the school mad. To him, the most beautiful girl in the county was just another person who shared her lunch. "When she asked me, I couldn't say no. She also told me she would take me out to dinner after the dance."
Usopp slapped his forehead with a resounding thwack. "Yeah... 'dinner.' He's going to eat you alive, dude."
"Itâs not fair!" Nancy groaned, throwing her hands up. "Everyone is sorted! Youâre going with Kaya, Luffy going with that vixen who bullies Koby, Sanjiâs... well, Sanji is going. One of you has to help me! I can't be the only senior staying home eating three-flavor ice cream straight from the tub while while watching low-budget slashers. This is a crisis!"
Sanji placed a hand over his heart, his expression melting into one of tragic chivalry. "Mademoiselle, I would be delighted to go to the ball with you, but I am already engaged to a stunning and radiant girl whom I cannot refuse. I'm not saying you're not stunning either! You are a diamond in the rough, aâ"
"The only reason Nami agreed to go with you is that her girlfriend got a fever," Usopp deadpanned, cutting through the romantic fog. "And you've been unbearable all week because of it."
Nancy sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Poor Vivi. I hope she gets well soon. What a shame, she seemed so excited about the dress."
"Why don't you just go with Zoro?" Luffy asked, digging into a bag of chips. "He's strong. He can carry your purse or whatever."
"That mosshead isn't suitable for Nancy's charming elegance," Sanji countered with a contemptuous glare.
"I tried asking him," Nancy muttered, her voice dripping with defeat. "But he says heâs too busy with football team training."
"Coach Mihawk must be very strict this year," Usopp commented, shuddering at the thought of the manâs piercing, hawklike gaze. "I heard he made the team run laps until three of them started to see visions of the afterlife."
"Forget it," Nancy sighed, picking up her die and rolling it listlessly. "Itâs hopeless. Letâs just kill the dragon or die in this stupid dungeon. Itâs a fitting metaphor for my life."
The dice rattled across the table, but before they could settle, the very foundation of the house seemed to shudder.
THRAAANNGGG.
A sudden, thunderous roar erupted from the floor aboveânot of a dragon, but of an overdriven vacuum tube amplifier. A shrill, high-pitched guitar riff sliced through the ceiling, a jagged streak of bluesy distortion that vibrated in Nancyâs chest. It was loud, chaotic, and utterly arrogant.
Suddenly, her sour expression vanished, replaced by a secret, traitorous warmth that flooded her cheeks. She knew that specific, messy pentatonic scale. She knew the heavy-handed vibrato.
It was him.
âACE! GOD-FUCKING-DAMN IT!"
A roar of vitriolic indignation erupted from the kitchen, a thunderous sound that seemed to rattle the very plates in the cupboards. It could be none other than Garp, Luffy's fearsome grandfather, a man as tall as a tower with whom was better not mess around. âI HAVE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES TO TAKE THAT FUCKING ELECTRICAL RACKET TO THE JUNKYARD WHERE IT BELONGS! IF I HEAR ONE MORE FUCKING NOTE, IâM GOING TO PERSONALLY ENSURE THAT FUCKING GUITAR SPENDS THE NIGHT LODGED IN THE DRYWALL! DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT?!â
The response was instantaneous, drifting down from the second floor with equal parts grit and youthful defiance. âI WASN'T EVEN PLAYING THAT LOUD, OLD MAN! PERHAPS IF YOU TURNED DOWN YOUR HEARING AID, YOUâD APPRECIATE THE EVOLUTION OF ROCK AND ROLL! GO TO THE FUCKING ASYLUM AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, YOU OLD BASTARD".
While Usopp and Sanji sat paralyzedâcaught in the crossfire of a familial war they were far too polite to engage inâLuffy simply dissolved into a fit of breathless giggles.
He slumped against the sofa, clutching his stomach. âHeâs gonna get it now,â Luffy wheezed, his eyes bright with mischief. âGramps is gonna give him the Fist of Love if he doesnât pipe down.â
The sonic assault of the guitar ceased abruptly, replaced by the rhythmic, heavy thud of footsteps descending the stairs.
Ace emerged into the living room, muttering a string of colorful curses under his breath, his brow furrowed in a scowl that did little to mask the innate warmth of his features. Nancy felt the air leave her lungs in a slow, agonizing hiss. She had known him for six yearsâhad watched him grow from a lanky, wimpy teenager into the stunning 20 years old young man standing before herâand yet, the sight of him still hit her with the force of a physical blow as if it were the first time she had seen him.
He was wearing a threadbare white tank top that hung loosely from his frame, the fabric stretching over the broad expanse of his shoulders and dipping low enough to reveal the sharp, athletic lines of his lower abdominals as he idly scratched his stomach. His hair was a chaotic crown of ink-black curls, sweat-damp and sticking to his forehead, while the constellation of freckles across his sun-kissed cheeks seemed to glow in the light of the room.
Nancy felt the heat climb her neck, a vivid crimson tide she couldn't suppress. Beside her, Usopp cleared his throat with unnecessary volume, and Sanjiâs eyes narrowed as he flicked his gaze between her flushed face and the oblivious little brother.
They knew. It was hard not to know. The only one who didn't was Luffy, nut nobody was surprised; he was so stupid he didn't even notice the weather.
Ace marched toward the kitchen, his hunger apparently outweighing his annoyance as he searched for some snacks. âStupid old man. Hope you get sent to the asylum soon,â he grumbled, though his eyes brightened when he saw the group.
âHey, Ace!â Luffy called out, leaning over the back of the sofa. âWas that for the band? Rehearsing for âthe Whitebeardsâ big debut?â
Ace paused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The Whitebeards were a ragtag collection of neighborhood outcasts and dreamersâa group most would dismiss as losersâbut to Ace, they were the start of something monumental.
âSomething like that. Marcoâs been riding my ass about the bridge in the third track. Says Iâm too âflashy.â As if thatâs a thing.â
He crossed the room in three strides, leaning over Sanji and deftly plucking the smoldering cigarette from the blonde boy's fingers. âNo smoking in the house. You want Gramps to smell that and skin us alive?"
With a casual flick of his wrist, Ace extinguished the cigarette in an empty soda can. He turned his gaze toward Nancy, his smile softening into something dangerously charming. âHey, Nancy. Cool shirt. Foo Fighters? Heard two or three songs."
âThey're... They're pretty neat. Dave Grohl is a genius,â she managed, her voice a pitch higher than she intended.
âI'll try listening to them more, then,â Ace chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. He scanned the table, the cluttered maps and polyhedral dice catching the light. âWhatâcha doing? Playing one of your geeky games? Cool.â
âWeâre actually packing it up,â Usopp said, his voice laced with the exhaustion of a man who had been defeated by his own players. âThe campaign is in shambles, and frankly, itâs best to call it a day before Luffy tries to eat the scenery.â
âYeah,â Nancy added, her tone dripping with a dry, self-deprecating laughter. âWe were all going to die in that dungeon anyway. It's for the betterâ
âDOES IT SOUND FUNNY TO YOU?!â Usopp shouted, throwing his hands up in mock despair.
The oldest boy let out a genuine, booming laugh that echoed in the small space, and Nancy found herself smiling back, her previous gloom momentarily banished by the gravity of his presence.
âTell you what,â Ace said, jingling a set of keys he pulled from his pocket. âIf you guys are heading out, Iâll give you a lift.â
âThatâs right!â Luffy yelled, flopping back onto the sofa cushions with a dramatic groan. "Ace got the license officially last week. After fifteen triesâ"
Ace's hand immediately covered Luffy's ill-advised mouth. "Nobody needs to know how many tries it took".
âMan, that would be great,â Nancy said between giggles. âThanks, Ace.â
The room became a flurry of activityâbags being zipped, jackets being donned. The group of teenagers filed out toward the front door, the evening air beginning to cool the house. Ace led the way, his stride confident and rhythmic.
Only Luffy remained, stretched out across the sofa like a discarded marionette.
âArenât you coming, Lu?â Ace asked, pausing at the door.
âNah,â he groaned in response, closing his eyes. âIâm too lazy. The sofa has claimed me."
The others walked out, but as Nancy reached the threshold, Luffyâs voice, uncharacteristically soft, called her back.
âNance.â
She paused, looking back at her best friend. He was looking at her with a lopsided, weary smile that lacked his usual frantic energy.
Nancy felt a pang of affection that momentarily dulled the sting of the dance. She leaned against the doorframe, a small, genuine smile touching her lips. âYou better. With extra whipped cream."
âDeal,â he chirped.
Nancy stepped out into the night, the cool breeze hitting her heated skin as she followed the sound of Aceâs laughter toward the waiting car.
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The interior of Aceâs beat-up hatchback was a sensory overload: the pervasive scent of pine-shaped air fresheners struggling against the musk of old leather, a dashboard cluttered with cassette tapes, and the low, rhythmic thrum of the engine that felt like a heartbeat beneath their feet.
Nancy sat in the passenger seat, her pulse still erratic, acutely aware of Aceâs hand resting casually on the gear shift just inches from her knee.
In the back, Usopp and Sanji were squeezed together, their presence a comforting, if slightly suffocating, buffer.
âSo,â the older one began, his voice cutting through the ambient hum of the tires. âI could hear you guys all the way from upstairs. Sounded like a damn riot in the living room. What was the heated debate about? Anything juicy?â
Nancy froze. She stared straight ahead through the windshield, her eyes widening in a silent, agonizing plea that she hoped Usopp could read through the back of her skull. Donât you dare, she thought, her knuckles whitening as she gripped her bag.
Ignoring the palpable radiation of Nancyâs panic, Usopp leaned forward, his voice dripping with a mix of mischief and mock-sympathy. âOh, you know. Just the tragedy of the century. Nancy here has been left high and dry for the Prom. No partner, no plan, just a lot of brooding and threats to burn the gym down.â
Aceâs head tilted slightly, his brows knitting together in genuine confusion. He glanced briefly toward Nancy before returning his eyes to the road. âNo partner? You? What kind of nonsense is that?â
Nancy let out a sharp, defensive breath, her face heating up. âI hadn't planned on going, okay? Itâs a ridiculous, over-hyped ritual. And your TRAITOR of a brother was supposed to be my partner-in-crime for the âAnti-Promâ movement. But apparently, all it takes is the 'empress of the school' inviting him to dinner to make him flip on his principles. Now everyone is going, and Iâm just... the leftover.â
Ace let out a rich, booming laugh that filled the small cabin, shaking his head. âSeriously, man? Well, that sounds like Luffy. The guy would join a cult if they promised him a decent buffet. But hey, donât let him get to you. Heâs a total bonehead.â He settled back into his seat, a nostalgic, slightly lopsided smile playing on his lips. âOh, I remember my Prom. What a trip. Memories for days.â
He shifted gears, his expression softening as if looking into the past. âI went with the whole bandâThe Whitebeardsâjust a bunch of us causing trouble. We managed to spike the punch with enough vodka to fuel a jet engine; what a show it was. And, of course, I went with that girlfriend at the time... the one I had that spectacular train wreck of a breakup with a while back.â
Nancyâs chest tightened. She remembered. She remembered every agonizing afternoon three years ago when sheâd go to Luffyâs house only to find that girl draped over Aceâs shoulder, laughing at jokes Nancy didn't understand. She remembered the sharp, cold needle of jealousy that had defined her fourteenth year.
âYou should have accepted when I asked you back then, Nancy,â Sanji interjected from the back, his voice thick with a fake, tragic longing. âWe could have been the talk of the town. A knight and his lady.â
âYou asked every single girl with a pulse in a three-mile radius, Sanji,â Nancy retorted, her voice snapping back with its usual bite. âDonât fuck around.â
The car lapsed into a momentary silence, the neon sign of a passing 7-Eleven washing over them in a blur of crimson and green. Then, with his eyes fixed steadily on the dark road ahead, Ace spoke, his tone casual yet strangely resonant.
âWell, if itâs such a crisis... why donât you just go with me?â
The world seemed to stop. Nancyâs breath hitched in her throat, her entire body locking into a state of stunned paralysis. She didn't move; she didn't even blink. Behind her, she could practically feel the physical weight of Usopp and Sanjiâs gazes burning into the back of her neckâwide-eyed, knowing, and utterly electrified. A muffled, high-pitched giggle escaped Usopp, followed quickly by the sound of Sanji desperately trying to turn a snort into a cough.
âBut... but...â Nancy stammered, the crimson on her cheeks now reaching a fever pitch. âAre you even allowed? I mean, you graduated years ago. Wouldn't it be... weird?â
âAs if all those stuck-up mean girls didn't bring their college boyfriends to flex. Of course I can go! Itâll be a blast,â Ace said, his grin widening as he glanced at her. âMan, I havenât seen Principal Newgate in ages. I wonder if the old man is still as terrifying as I remember. Iâd love to see his face when I roll up to the front doors.â
Nancy remained silent for a few heartbeats, her brain frantically trying to process the invitation. It was the thing she had dreamt of since she was twelve, delivered with the casual ease of an offer for a soda. She took a breath, forcing her muscles to relax, despite the fact that her heart was currently sprinting.
âFine,â she said, her voice steadying. âIf youâre sure you want to subject yourself to a high school gym smelling like cheap cologne and hormones again, I guess I can let you escort me.â
âThatâs the spirit,â Ace chuckled.
The car stopped twice more. First at Usoppâs house, then at Sanjiâs. Both boys lingered for a second, flashing Nancy grins that were so loaded with with unspoken commentary and "We'll-talk-about-this-later" energy that she wanted to dissolve into the upholstery.
Then, the car was quiet. Just the hum of the engine and the two of them.
âHey, Ace,â Nancy said softly, looking out the side window as her house came into view. âI donât mean to be a pain. Really. You donât have to do this. It was a nice gesture, but itâs a bit silly for a guy like you to spend a Friday night with a bunch of teenagers.â
Ace pulled the car to the curb and turned off the ignition. The silence that followed was heavy but sweet. He turned toward her, a look of gentle, mock-indignation on his face.
âOh, but I WANT to. I mean it, Nancy,â he insisted, his voice dropping into a sincere, warm register. âI really canât wrap my head around how you havenât been snapped up as a partner already. Itâs a mystery to me. And it would be a damn shame for you to miss out on the big finale of high school just because Luffy is a flake. Youâre a senior! You deserve the whole ridiculous experience.â
Nancy looked at him, her heart aching with a mixture of adoration and a familiar, dull pain. âYouâre beyond help,â she joked, her voice barely a whisper.
âDonât worry about me. Youâre going to have a great time,â Ace said, reaching out to give her shoulder a friendly, brief squeeze. âHow couldn't I do you the favour? Youâre my little brotherâs best friend. And by extension, youâre my friend too.â
Nancy forced a smile, though his words felt like a physical weight in her chest. Friend. The word was a safety net for him and a cage for her. âYeah... friend.â
"Besides," Ace added, a mischievous glint dancing in his dark eyes as he leaned slightly closer, "out of all Luffy's band of misfits, you've always been my favorite. Don't tell the others, they'll get jealous."
Nancy couldn't help it; she giggled, her face flushing a deep, radiant pink. "Your secret is safe with me."
She opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. Ace rolled down the passenger window, resting his tanned, freckled arm on the frame as he looked up at her, the streetlamp casting long shadows across his face.
âThanks a lot, Ace. Youâre the best,â she said, clutching her bag to her chest.
âNo biggie,â Ace responded, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. âIâll pick you up at seven on Friday. Get a nice dress, okay?â
He gave her a quick, devastating wink, shifted the car into gear, and pulled away, leaving Nancy standing on the sidewalk in the silence of the night, her heart loud enough to wake the neighbors.
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The fluorescent hum of the Grand Line High hallways seemed to pulse in synchronization with the groupâs collective euphoria. Against the battered, dented metal of the lockers, Nancy found herself the epicenter of a social earthquake.
Usopp had a proprietary arm slung around her shoulder, shaking her with the manic energy of a man who had just witnessed a miracle, while Nami stood opposite them, her books forgotten on the floor, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and vicarious triumph.
"I cannotâI literally cannotâprocess this information," Nami declared, her voice rising above the cacophony of slamming lockers and distant bell chimes. "Nancy, youâve been sighing for Ace since the freshman orientation. This isnât just a date; this is the event of the century!"
Nancy felt the heat radiating from her collar, a pulsating crimson that threatened to swallow her whole. "Guys, please, keep it down! Itâs not... itâs not a 'date' date. Heâs just being a nice guy. Heâs doing me a favor, andâ"
"Don't you dare diminish this with that self-deprecating 'just friends' nonsense. You've been pining for that freckled god since we were wearing braces. Own the moment!" Usopp barked, grinning ear to ear.
The conversation was abruptly punctuated by a kinetic whirlwind. Luffy appeared out of the crowd like a cannonball, his long limbs wrapping around Nancy in a hug so exuberant it nearly sent them both sprawling onto the linoleum.
"NANCY!" he roared into her ear, his smile radiating a brightness that could rival the stadium lights. "Ace told me this morning! Heâs actually coming! My best friend and my brother at the same party? This is going to be the best night of my life! Weâre going to eat so much cake and dance together and...!"
The sheer, pure innocence of his joy was almost physically painful. Nami, however, did not share his blissful ignorance. With the practiced precision of a seasoned enforcer, she reached out and snagged the back of Luffyâs collar, hauling him back until he was eye-level with her simmering fury.
"Listen to me, you air-headed menace," Nami hissed, her eyes narrowing into predatory slits. âIf you so much as think about sticking your nose into their business on Friday nightâif you interrupt them, if you ask for a bite of their food, or if you act like your usual, oblivious selfâI will personally ensure you spend the rest of senior year in a locker. Don't you dare to interfere. Do you understand?â
Luffy blinked, his head tilting in that classic gesture of profound confusion. "Interfere? With what? We're all just going to hang out, right?"
"Oh, they'll be doing more than hanging out," Sanji interjected, leaning against a locker with a look of pure, unrefined mischief. He adjusted his tie, his gaze drifting toward Nancy with a smirk that suggested he knew exactly how many heartbeats she was skipping. "Iâm putting my money on Ace and Nancy reaching first base by the time the slow songs start.â
Nancyâs brain felt like it was short-circuiting. "Sanji, I will kill you. I will actually end your life."
"First base? Please," Usopp scoffed, emboldened by the chaos. âSanji, you underestimate the man. Ace has been out in the real world. Heâs aiming for the second base!"
Nami let go of Luffyâs collar, a wicked, playful glint entering her eyes. She stepped into Nancyâs personal space, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial murmur that carried just enough weight to be devastating.
"And what about third base?" she whispered, making a subtle, unmistakable gesture with her handsâforming a small circle with the index finger and thumb of one hand and sliding her other index finger through it with a slow, suggestive rhythm.
The sound that left Nancyâs throat was less of a word and more of a strangled, high-pitched scream of pure mortification. She slammed her hands over her face, her voice muffled by her palms. "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU, JUST SHUT THE FULL FRONT DOOR AND SHUT UP!"
Luffy stood in the center of the storm, his brow furrowed in genuine, agonizing perplexity. "Wait... why are you guys talking about bases? Are Ace and Nance going to play baseball? In a dress? I donât understand."
Usopp and Sanji collapsed into a fit of raucous, doubled-over laughter, while Nami simply slapped her forehead with a resounding thwack. Nancy let out a long, shuddering sigh, her hands still shielding her burning cheeks from the world.
"Alright, enough teasing," Nami said, suddenly switching into the fashion dictator that Nancy feared so much. The playful glint vanished, replaced by the steely determination of a girl with a mission. "We have a much more important mission. We need to get you a dress. Not just any dressâthe most stunning, outrageous dress ever."
Nancy dropped her hands, her expression falling into a grimace of defeat. "Nami, the ball is tomorrow. Tomorrow! Every boutique in the city is picked over. All thatâs left are the puffy-sleeved monstrosities that look like '70s bridesmaid gowns."
Nami went quiet for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth as her mental gears turned. A thoughtful, gentle smile finally graced her lips. âI have an idea. A perfect one.â
"What?" Nancy asked.
"Vivi's dress," Nami said, her voice growing more confident. "Sheâs devastated that sheâs too sick to go, and sheâs been staring at that dress in her closet for weeks. You two are basically the same size, give or take an inch. Sheâd be thrilled to see it actually get its moment in the spotlight. Itâs elegant, itâs stunning, and itâs sitting right there, waiting for a wearer."
Nancy hesitated, the thought of the beautiful, shimmering gown sheâd seen Vivi describe over the phone swirling in her head. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to... I don't know, feel like I'm stealing her night."
"Nancy," Nami said, grabbing her hands with uncharacteristic gentleness. "Vivi loves you. Seeing you go with Ace in her dress? Thatâs not stealingâthatâs a victory for the whole group. Letâs go. Weâre going to Viviâs after school."
"Okay..." She replied reluctantly. "But I hope it doesn't take too long. That bastard Luffy still owes me a smoothie."
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It was... weird. The mirror in the foyer of Nancyâs modest suburban home felt less like a reflective surface and more like a portal into an alternative reality. Staring back at her was a vision in electric blueâa dress of cascading ruffles and shimmering flower-patterned silk that belonged to a girl who moved through the world with far more grace than Nancy felt she possessed.
She could still feel the phantom pressure of the previous afternoonâs cosmetic siege. Nami and Vivi, despite the latterâs staggering forty-degree fever, had descended upon Nancy with a ferocity usually reserved for war room stratagems.
The girl recalled the scent of Viviâs prohibitively expensive nail polishâa deep, pearlescent shadeâas Nami meticulously painted her nails, ignoring Nancyâs protests that she would likely chip them within the hour. They had sifted through an avalanche of accessories, discarding necklaces and earrings like dross until, amidst the chaos of glitter and gold, they found it: a delicate, indigo flower hair clip that tucked perfectly behind her ear, pulling the entire ensemble into a coherent, breathtaking whole.
Now, with a face full of expertly applied makeupâshadows that made her eyes look like deep pools of obsidian and a lip tint that felt unnervingly sophisticatedâNancy felt like an alien. A really pretty alien, though.
It was 6:58 PM. The countdown to her heartâs inevitable detonation had begun.
Downstairs, the floorboards groaned under the weight of a man whose emotions were as grand as his facial hair. Vista, Nancyâs father, paced the living room, his magnificent, curled mustache twitching with every frantic breath. When Nancy finally descended the stairs, the sound of her heels clicking against the wood, Vista froze. His eyes, usually sharp and discerning, welled up with a tidal wave of fatherly pride.
"Oh, my dear, sweet rosebud!" her fatherâs voice cracked from the hallway. He was currently a spectacle of paternal melodrama, clutching a damp handkerchief as if he were mourning the loss of her childhood in real-time. âYouâre growing up so fast. Look at you! Youâre a princess. I never thought Iâd see the day youâd trade oversized t-shirts for... for this. Your mother would be so proud. That red hair styled in waves looks just as good on you as it did on her....â
âDad, please,â Nancy murmured with a smile, her cheeks flushing beneath the foundation. âI'm glad you feel happy for me, but itâs just a dance. Donât make it into a Shakespearean tragedy.â
That imposing man's teary-eyed sentimentality evaporated with the suddenness of a lightning strike, as he rolled up his sleeves. âThat boy... that hoolingan Ace... I've never liked him. If that thug so much as breathes on you the wrong way, or if he brings you home one second past curfew with so much as a ruffle out of place, he is going to die a slow, agonizing death. My swords are sharpened just in case, Nancy. Iâm not joking.â
"Yes, I know, Dad..."
The doorbell chimedâa sharp, crystalline sound that sent a jolt of pure electricity through Nancyâs spine. Her heart didn't just leap; it somersaulted into her throat.
She opened the door, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis.
There stood Ace, and Nancy forgot how to breath for a few agonizing seconds.
He had managed to strike the impossible balance between formal elegance and his trademark disheveled aura. He wore a black suit jacket that sat perfectly across his broad shoulders, but beneath it, he had opted for a vibrant red and orange patterned shirtâunbuttoned just enough to reveal the hollow of his throat and sun-kissed beginning of his chest, and notably devoid of anything as restrictive as a tie. His dark hair was still a wild, artful mess of curls, and that crooked, effortless grin was firmly in place.
He was devastating.
Nancy was momentarily robbed of speech. She felt the sudden, desperate urge to hide behind the door, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of him.
Am I dreaming?
âWell, well,â Ace drawled, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated in her chest. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes sweeping over her with a look of genuine, unfiltered appreciation. âThe carriage is waiting, Princess."
She found her voice, though it was breathier than she intended. "You look... you actually cleaned up, Ace. Iâm impressed."
"I have my moments," he said, stepping closer.
Nancyâs breath caught as he reached into his jacket pocket. With a surprising gentleness, he took her hand and slid a corsage onto her wristâa single, vibrant blue flower that matched her dress with uncanny precision. Only then did she notice the identical flower pinned to his lapel as a brooch.
âYouâve thought of everything, haven't you?â Nancy managed to say, her voice slightly breathless.
"I have some experience going to proms, I guess," Ace joked, giving her a quick, knowing wink. "I know how the ritual goes."
âA PICTURE! I MUST TAKE A PICTURE!â Vista's voice boomed from the shadows of the hallway, startling them both. He stepped forward with a camera clutched in his trembling hands. âBack up! Both of you! Get close together. I need evidence... I mean, a memento.â
Ace chuckled, pulling Nancy into his side. The heat of his body through the suit jacket was intoxicating. Nancy felt the brush of his arm against hers, a sensation so potent it made her lightheaded. They stood there, blinded by the flash of the camera, a frozen moment of borrowed glamour.
As the flash faded, the man with the moustache stepped toward Ace, pointing a gnarled finger at his chest. âListen well, Portgas. You have the most precious thing in this house in your care. I have polished my blades this afternoon. If I find out youâve been anything less than a perfect gentleman, I assure you that you will never walk again. I know where you live. I know your grandfather. Just saying.â
Ace didn't flinch. He simply offered a playful, two-finger salute, his grin widening. âDonât worry, Mr. Vista. Iâll have Cinderella back before the clock strikes twelve, and Iâll even make sure she keeps both her glass slippers.â
As they walked away, Vista stood on the porch, sobbing, waving his handkerchief and shouting final warnings about the speed limit and the sanctity of his daughterâs honor. Ace opened the passenger door for her with a flourish, the mischievous glint back in his eyes.
"I've always really liked your dad," Ace said, laughing as he climbed into the driver's seat. "He has such a grand sense of humor. Truly, he's the best."
"Yeah... humor. Let's go with that," she sighed, settling into the seat. The electric blue of her dress spilled over the dark interior like a crashing ocean wave.
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Ace had swapped his usual bluesy riffs for a cassette of snarling, high-octane punk, the distorted bass rattling the glove box as they sped toward the high school. He hummed along, his fingers dancing a rhythmic, restless pace against the steering wheel to the frantic beat.
A bright laugh escaped Nancy. "Iâm serious, Ace! I still find it absolutely incredible that a grown-ass guy agreed to go to a high school ball. Youâre such a dork for this."
Ace glanced at her, his eyes flashing with a playful, wicked glint. "Would you prefer that I provide you with the full catalog of 'Luffyâs Brothers' so you can select the one you like best? If you, miss, are not satisfied with the 'Ace Model,' we can always switch to the 'Sabo edition'. I'm sure heâd love to drive across three state lines from his campus just to be your second choice."
Nancy laughed, the sound bright and genuine, and reached over to give his arm a light, playful punch. "Shut up! You know that's not what I meant."
As the tape hissed for a fraction of a second, a legendary, jagged guitar riff tore through the speakers. Nancy perked up. "Wait, I know this. Who are they? The Sex Pistols?"
"Smart girl," he responded, a look of genuine pride crossing his freckled face. "This is Anarchy in the UK."
The song built, the tension in the music coiling like a spring until it finally kicked. Ace, lost in the visceral thrill of the sound, seemed to forget he was driving a car. He began to headbang violently as he tapped out an imaginary, frantic drum kit on the steering wheel.
"IIIIII AAAAM AN ANTICHRIST!" Ace roared at the top of his lungs, punctuating the lyrics by slamming his palm against the wheel. "IIII AAAM AN ANARCHIST!"
In his fervor, the car gave a sudden, violent lurch to the left, crossing the yellow line. The blare of a horn from an oncoming sedan shattered the moment, the sound of the screeching tires echoing in the small cabin.
"ACE!" Nancy screamed, her voice a pitch higher than the music. "THE FUCKING ROAD! LOOK AT THE FUCKING ROAD!"
"Whoops. Sorry. My bad," he muttered, as he yanked the wheel back, the car swerving back into the lane with a sickening sway of the suspension.
Despite Aceâs questionable commitment to road safety, the illuminated facade of Grand Line High eventually appeared through the windshield. The parking lot was a sea of limousines, borrowed family vans, and teenagers in various states of formal disarray.
As Ace killed the engine, the sudden silence felt heavy and profound. Groups of students paused in their tracks as the infamous 'Fire Fist' (known by that name because they say he once punched a guy who was messing with his brother and left his face burning) came to a halt, whispers rippling through the crowd like wind through wheat.
"Is that... Ace?" "Who's he with?" "Is that Nancy?"
Nancy felt the weight of a thousand eyes. Without thinking, she pushed open the door and began to walk toward the gym, her heels clicking nervously against the asphalt.
"Whoa, whoa. Slow down there, speed racer."
The sound of his voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned around to see Ace walking toward her, the light from the gymnasium casting his shadow long across the ground.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" he said, stepping into her personal space, "If we're going to do this, we have to do it properly. You didn't put on that dress to walk in five paces ahead of me."
Ace offered his arm, bending it at the elbow in a gallant, traditional gesture.
"We have a role to fulfill."
Nancy stared at his arm, then up at him, the crimson tide returning to her cheeks with a vengeance. She hesitated, her heart performing a frantic rhythm against her ribs. But then, looking into his steady, encouraging eyes, she took a shallow breath and slid her hand into the crook of his arm.
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The high school gym, usually a place of squeaking sneakers and the smell of floor wax, had been meticulously transformed into a âStarry Nightâ pastiche. Draped swathes of midnight-blue velvet obscured the bleachers, illuminated by thousands of fairy lights that twinkled with a delicate, fragile brilliance, reflecting off the polished hardwood.
Every soul was there, dressed to the nines. Even the teachers had gone to the trouble of dressing in their finest clothes. No one was missing: not even Principal Newgate himself. Neither Coach Mihawk, serious and with his arms crossed, who was having a one-sided conversation with the impatient Professor Crocodile of economics, who kept his eyes glued to his enormous gold watch as if he was dying to get the hell out of that place.
Near the punch bowl, the social hierarchy of the faculty was on full display.
"Nancy! Look at you!" Namiâs voice pierced the din. She sashayed over, her own dress a masterpiece of sleek pastel orange silk, dragging a preening Sanji behind her. She did a dramatic lap around Nancy, adjusting a stray ruffle with practiced flair. "I told you it was destiny. Itâs a tragedy my Vivi isn't here to see how radiant her blue dress looks on you. Right, Ace? Doesn't she look like incredible?"
"Incredible doesn't quite cover it," he said, his voice dropping into a low, sincere register that made Nancyâs stomach do a slow, dizzying roll. "Sheâs definitely the best-looking thing in this gym. Hottest shits in this prom, yes we are."
Is he just saying that? Nancyâs internal monologue screamed, a frantic mix of skepticism and hope. Heâs a performer. He knows how to play the part. Don't fall for the script, Nancy. But god, the way heâs looking at me...
Luffy materialized from the crowd like a projectile, nearly upending a tray of cookies as he collided with Ace and Nancy in a crushing embrace. âACE! NANCE! You guys made it! This is so cool! Ace, did you see the buffet? They have those little hot doââ
Before Luffy could finish his sentence, Namiâs hand shot out, seizing the back of his collar. âMoving along, Luffy! We discussed this. Five seconds are up.â
âBut I wanted to show Ace the punch bowl!â Luffy protested as he was dragged away.
âInterfere and die, Luffy!â Namiâs voice drifted back, sharp and final.
Ace turned back to Nancy, his eyes sparking with a familiar, devious light as he surveyed the refreshment table. âCool! They have punch! You know, back in my day, we had a tradition for these things. What if I just⊠â
"Donât you even think about it, Portgas D. Ace" Nancy interjected, pointing a manicured finger at him. "No vodka this time."
Ace threw his head back and laughed, a rich, vibrant sound that made the nearby sophomores turn in envy. âCaught red-handed. Fine, fine. Iâll be a good boy. Let me at least get us two cups of the non-lethal stuff. Stay right here.â
As soon as Aceâs suit jacket disappeared into the throng, the 'Gossip Trio'âUsopp, Sanji, and Namiâclosed in instantly, their faces twisted into masks of frantic, whispered excitement.
Usopp began to mime kissing with his hands as a way of mocking her.
"I am going to kill all of you," Nancy muttered, though she couldn't stop the blush from deepening. "Heâs just being nice. Itâs a pity-date."
"Pity doesn't look like that," Sanji said, exhaling a plume of smoke (having ignored the 'No Smoking' signs with Gallic indifference). "We saw it. The way he looked at you when you got out of that car... I don't think he's ever looked at you like that before."
"Either you're stupid, or you refuse to realize it", Nami added. "Did you see his face? That wasn't the 'favour-for-Luffy' face. That was the 'Oh-wow-Nancy-is-actually-a-woman' face."
"Code Red! Heâs coming back! Scatter!", Usopp then hissed.
As Ace returned with two sloshing cups of neon-pink punch, the group vanished into the crowd with such synchronized speed it was almost supernatural.
"Hey, it's not that bad. It tastes like melted popsicles and tap water." Ace said, handing her a cup.
Confused, the boy then looked around. "Where'd the welcoming committee go?" he asked. But before she could answer, the speakers erupted with a high-energy, drum-heavy beat. Aceâs face transformed, a look of pure, unadulterated joy spreading across his freckles.
"God, I love this song! We are not wasting this beat. Let's go!"
The song was an upbeat, infectious anthem, and, as Ace set his cup down on a nearby table, he grabbed Nancyâs hand, and pulled her toward the center of the floor.
They plunged into the sea of moving bodies, and to her surprise, Ace wasn't trying to be cool or suave. He was being a complete dork. He started doing a ridiculous, exaggerated shimmy, his arms flailing in a way that was half-rockstar, half-toddler-on-sugar.
She looked away for a second, catching Usoppâs eye across the gym. He was leaning against a wall, a smug, supportive smile on his face as he gave her a frantic, double-thumbs-up. Nancy snarled at him, mouthing the words 'Go fuck yourself,' but when she turned back to Ace, the snarl dissolved.
Ace had spun in a small circle, his eyes locking onto hers, his laughter audible over the music. "What are you looking at?"
"What the fuck is that?", Nancy shouted back between laughter. "You're embarrassing me!"
"Good! Thatâs what Iâm here for!" Ace reached out, grabbing both her hands and swinging them in time with the song. "Lifeâs too short to look cool at Prom, Nancy!"
In that moment, under the spinning disco ball and the watchful eyes of her friends, Nancy stopped thinking about 'favors' and 'pity'.
I don't care if tomorrow I'm just the 'little brother's best friend' again. Right now, I'm the girl he's holding onto. And for tonight, that has to be enough.
After a while of a pop hits DJ session, the disco ball slowed its frantic spin, casting long, lazy flecks of silver across the blue velvet drapes. The first few notes of a melancholic ballad drifted from the speakersâacoustic guitar and a soft pianoâand Nancy felt the air leave her lungs.
No. No. No. Fuck.
The moment she had dreaded most that night had arrived.
This was the moment of truth.
"Iâll be honest," he said with a gentle, lopsided smile. "Slow dancing isnât exactly my thing. But... I think we can try it. If you're game?"
Nancy let out a shaky chuckle, her fingers trembling as she placed her hand in his. "I don't really know what I'm doing, Ace. Iâve mostly just watched movies."
"Me neither, but I vaguely remember the drill. I think I can figure out the mechanics," he murmured. He stepped closer, the heat of him cutting through the cool gym air. "First... I think I'm supposed to do this."
He placed his hand firmly but gently on the small of her back, the silk of Vivi's dress sliding under his palm as he pulled her closer. Nancyâs breath hitched. He took her other hand, interlacing their fingers, and began to move with a slow, swaying rhythm.
"There," he whispered. "One step, then the other. Just follow me. If I accidentally step on you, you have permission to punch me. Don't think about the feet, Nancy. Just... stay here."
Stay here, her mind echoed. As if I could be anywhere else. Her heart was drumming a frantic, irregular beat against her ribs, so loud she was sure he could feel it through the black fabric of his jacket.
As they began to move, the world outside the two of them ceased to exist. The gym, the teachers, the lingering eyes of their friendsâit all blurred into a background of static.
"You're actually a pretty good teacher," Nancy said, trying to find her voice through the haze of her own nerves.
"I guess so," Ace replied. He was quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting over her face as if memorizing the way she looked in the blue light.
"It's weird," he added after a moment. "Seeing you like this. Finishing school, the dress, the whole 'senior' thing. When did you guys get so grown up? I feel like last year, you and Luffy were still playing video games in the basement while I went downstairs to steal your sweets."
"Everything changed so fast," Nancy admitted, her voice barely a whisper against the fabric of his lapel. "Itâs actually terrifying. Everyone expects me to know who Iâm going to be next month. But I have no idea. Iâm scared that once I walk across that stage, Iâm just going to be... lost. I'm scared of the real world."
Ace was silent for a beat, his hand on her waist tightening slightly as if to anchor her. "Girl, I'm 20 years old, I'm unemployed and I play guitar in a lousy garage band. The real world is overrated. But you? You aren't going to get lost. Youâre the smartest person I know. Youâve been the one keeping us all grounded for six years. If anything, the world should be scared of you."
"You think so?" she looked up at him, her throat tight. "I don't know, Ace... Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck between being an adult and being a kid forever."
"You're not a kid, Nancy," Ace countered. "Not tonight. Not for a long while now, if I'm being honest. I see a wonderful woman whoâs finally stepping into her own light. And it's almost intimidating, though."
He gave a short, self-deprecating laugh.
"I'm actually glad Luffy was a stupid, traitorous idiot. If he hadn't flaked, I wouldn't be here with you. I'd be at home, probably burning toast and wondering why the house felt so quiet. But here we are, talking like two actual adults.
Nancyâs heart skipped. "You really see me like that? As an adult?"
"I think Iâve been trying not to see it for a while," Ace confessed, his voice dropping to a low, husky rasp. "Because you were always 'little Nance.' I was the 'cool old brother'. But then, I see you like this... and I realize the scenery has changed. Iâve always had fun with you, and Iâve always liked you, but itâs like... our actual moment just finally arrived. We're finally on the same page."
"And what happens on this page?" she whispered, her courage mounting.
"I think we stop pretending I only came here as a favor," he replied softly.
A sudden, heavy silence fell between them, despite the music. The gym seemed to dissolve until it was just two people in a circle of blue light. Aceâs eyes sparkled, mesmerized, a slow, dazed smile spreading across his face. Nancy reached out, her fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt. Beneath it, she felt itâa thrumming, frantic rhythm.
His heart, she realized with a jolt of electricity. Itâs beating as fast as mine.
It was a sign. A green light. A voice inside her, loud and clear, told her that if she didn't do it now, sheâd spend the next sixty years wondering 'what if.'
Nancy shifted her hands. She let go of his hand and his shoulder, instead gently reaching up to cup Ace's face.
And at that very moment, the girl dared to do what she believed was unthinkable, unreal, only possible in her fantasies.
She kissed him.
It was soft at first, a tentative question asked in the dark. But Ace didn't hesitate. He returned the kiss with a fervor that suggested he had been waiting for this longer as Nancy expected.
She pulled away for a fraction of a second, her brain finally processing the magnitude of what she had just done. Her face turned a shade of red that rivaled Aceâs shirt, and she felt a wave of sudden, dizzying embarrassment. Ace stood there, stunned, his mouth slightly open and his own face flushed.
He let out a short, nervous laugh, shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs. "Woah," he breathed. "Brave tonight, aren't we, Nancy?"
Nancy panicked, her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she began to stammer. "I'm sorry. IâI shouldn't have... I didn't want to make it weird, I justâ"
A sudden second kiss silenced her again before she could even respond. This one was deeper, more passionate, a claim being staked in the middle of the crowded gymnasium. He tilted his head, his hand sliding from her waist to her chin, his fingers caressing her jawline with a tenderness that made her melt. His other arm wound tightly around her back, pulling her flush against him until she could feel every line of his body.
Nancy let out a soft sigh that dissolved between his lips, tasting of dreams, victory, and cheap cherry punch.
The gym doors had finally closed behind them, the lingering scent of floral hairspray and floor wax replaced by the crisp, biting purity of the midnight air. As the final song faded and the "Starry Night" velvet was unpinned from the walls, Ace had leaned into her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "The nightâs still young, and Iâm not ready to take Cinderella home yet. I know a spot. No teachers, no gossips. Just us."
They had driven away from the neon glow of the school, climbing the winding, narrow roads that led to the cliffs overlooking the coast. Here, the world was silent, save for the rhythmic, distant crash of the waves against the rocks and the soft whistling of the wind through the tall grass. The city lights were a glittering carpet far below, but above them, the sky was an infinite, velvet expanse of constellations.
Now, they were lying side-by-side on the hood of the hatchback, the metal still ticking as it cooled. Nancyâs electric blue ruffles were bunched around her, and Ace had discarded his suit jacket, his patterned shirt unbuttoned even further in the cool night air. Their fingers were interlaced, palm to palm, anchoring them to the earth.
â"I still can't believe this is real," Nancy whispered, her voice barely carrying in the vast stillness. "If you told me this morning that Iâd be ending the night on a cliffside with you, after... well, everything... I would have told you to go get a psych evaluation."
"Why?", he asked. "Do you really think I don't have a romantic side?
"I didn't think you'd even notice me like that," Nancy admitted, turning her head to look at his profile. The moonlight caught the bridge of his nose and the curve of his smirk. "I thought it was impossible. I saw the girls you dated in high school. They were all... effortless. Badass. They knew how to walk in heels without looking like a newborn giraffe. I figured I was just the kid who hung out with your brother. The one youâd always see as a child."
Ace turned his head, his dark eyes meeting hers. "I must admit, I was slow on the uptake. My feelings didn't hit me like a lightning boltâit was more like a slow burn. "
He paused for a moment.
âI think it hit me last summer. Remember when you guys came over to our pool and you were shouting at Usopp because he took your towel without permission? You walked up to me, dripping wet and shivering, and asked if I could lend you one... and I just froze. I suddenly forgot my name. You looked so radiant, so incredible, with your wet hair, in that bikini that was so... god. I kept telling myself, 'No, thatâs Luffyâs best friend, don't be a creep.'"
Nancy squeezed his hand, her chest aching with a sweet, heavy relief. "Youâre a total bonehead, Ace."
"Iâve been told," he joked. He shifted closer, his shoulder pressing against hers. "So, come on. Truth for truth. How long has this 'crush' been going on for you? Since last summer too? Or maybe the summer before?"
Nancy went tomb-silent. She looked back up at the stars, feeling the heat rise to her neck despite the cool breeze. "Oh, god. Do I really have to say it?"
"Hey, fair is fair," Ace teased, nudging her shoulder with his. "Give me the numbers."
She took a shaky breath. "Six years."
Aceâs thumb stopped moving. "Six years? Nancy, you were what... twelve?"
â"I went to Luffy's house to work on a literature project," she said, the words tumbling out now that the dam had broken. "I walked into the living room, and you were sitting on the floor with that beat-up guitar, trying to figure out a Nirvana riff. You didn't even look up at first. You just had this look of total focus, and the sunlight was hitting your hair, and I remember thinking... 'Oh. Heâs the coolest person on the planet.' I went home and wrote three pages about it in my diary. It had a lock on it and everything."
"Three pages, huh?" he managed to say, shaking his head. "Six years of me being an absolute moron right in front of you. I feel like I should apologize for taking so long to show up to the party."
â"It's fine," Nancy grumbled, though her smile was wide and bright. "I've been able to cope with the seven different girlfriends you've had during that time. It gave me a lot of material for my poetry phase."
"Well, for the record," Ace said, shifting his weight and leaning over her. He propped himself up on one elbow, his face inches from hers, silhouetted against the constellations. "Iâm glad you didn't give up on the 'coolest person on the planet.' Because Iâm pretty sure Iâm the luckiest one right now."
He leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was slow, sweet, and tasted of the night air. When he pulled back just an inch, his voice was a low, tender rasp.
"You're adorable, you know that? A diary with a lock. Iâm definitely going to have to find that and read it someday."
"Over my dead body, Portgas D. Ace," Nancy whispered, pulling him back down for another kiss.
"We'll see," he murmured against her lips. "There will be time for that later. I've got a lot of lost time to make up for, don't I?"
"I'd say you're off to a good start," she chuckled.
At that very moment, Nancyâs laughter stopped as she felt the gentle touch of Aceâs lips.
His kiss, which had started as a tender promise, shifted into something far more visceral. It deepened, turning heavy and rhythmic, the soft brush of his lips evolving into a wet, hungry demand that Nancy met with an urgency six years in the making.
Her fingers, trembling with a mix of adrenaline and desire, mapped out the familiar yet foreign landscape of his body. She traced the strong cord of his neck, her nails grazing the nape of his hair, before sliding down to the exposed skin of his chest.
Lost in the friction of their tongues and the sheer proximity of him, Nancy felt a surge of boldness. She shifted her weight, hitching her electric blue ruffles up and straddling his lap on the hood of the car. The sudden movement drew a low, guttural groan from Aceâs throat, his large hands immediately finding her waist to steady her, his grip firm and possessive.
Ace eventually pulled back just a fraction of an inch, his eyes dark with a heady mixture of lust and genuine concern. His chest was heaving, his breathing synchronized with hers. He looked at her, really looked at her, his usual playful smirk replaced by a raw, protective intensity.
"Nancy," he rasped, his hands firm on her hips, anchoring her. "Hey, look at me."
She blinked, her lips swollen and her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"I think I know where this may go. I need to know youâre with me on this," he murmured, his voice thick but incredibly gentle. "Iâm not just some guy, and this isn't just... whatever. We can go as far as you want tonight, or we can stop right here and just look at the stars and have a silly chat. Iâm just happy to have you next to me, okay? You call the shots."
Nancy looked down at him, seeing the fierce protectiveness in his gaze.
"This is all I've ever dreamed about, Ace," she whispered, her voice surprisingly steady despite her nerves. "I don't want to wait anymore. Iâm ready. I want... I want to go all the way with you. I want you."
A slow, tender smile broke across Aceâs face, followed by a look of profound, quiet heat. "Okay," he breathed. "Okay."
He leaned up to kiss her again, but this time it was slower, a promise. His hand began a slow, torturous ascent from her waist, sliding under the hem of the blue silk. Nancy gasped as his palm met the bare skin of her inner thigh, his touch calloused and warm. He moved higher, with agonizing patience, until his hand rested firmly over the silk of her underwear. He watched her face closely, his eyes searching hers for even a flicker of doubt.
"You okay? You still sure?" he whispered, his thumb grazing her skin in a way that made her toes curl.
"Yes," she breathed, arching into his touch. "God, yes, Ace."
"Wait," he said softly, breaking the kiss. He glanced toward the dark windows of the car and back to the empty, wind-swept cliffside. "If weâre doing this properlyâif itâs your first timeâweâre not doing it on a cold piece of metal."
He slid out from under her and hopped off the hood, reaching out to catch her by the waist and swing her down to her feet. He opened the back door of the hatchback, pushing the front seats forward to create a small, private sanctuary.
"Come here," he said. "I know it's not a hotel, but I'll make sure both of us have fun."
Nancy climbed in first, laying back against the upholstery, and Ace followed her, bracing himself on his elbows as he hovered over her, his weight acomforting, solid presence. Even in the dim light, his eyes were mesmerized. "You look incredible," he murmured, his hand sliding slowly down between her thighs. "Almost too pretty to touch. Almost."
He began with a slow, tortousingly gentle caress against her slick entrance, tracing her folds before making deliberate circles on her throbbing clit. Nancy couldn't help but let out little whimpers and moans, sounds she didn't know she was capable of making. And every sound that came out of her mouth seemed to fuel the fire in Ace's eyes, making his own breathing hitch.Â
"Tell me if I'm going too fast," he whispered against her skin, his lips brushing her collarbone. "Is this okay? You like this?"
"Yes," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut. "Please, Ace."
"Please what?" he teased, his lips hovering just above hers, his breath hot, without stopping his motion, gently guiding his fingers to her wet opening, but stopping just short of entering her, just to hear her sigh with anticipation. "You've gotta be specific."
In response, Nancy pouted. âDon't be a jerk. You know exactly what I mean.â
"Want to hear it from you, Princess."
She sighed, feeling a sense of defeat mixed with a thrilling rush of embarrassment. But deep down, she reveled in this game, this delicious torment he was inflicting on her.
"Put your fucking fingers inside of me", she managed to say.
"Good girl," he whispered against her lips, his fingers finally entering her with excruciating gentleness, causing her to let out a loud moan at the exquisite stretch. He watched her face closely, his expression a mix of raw heat and fierce vigilance. "Now let's see if I can give you something new to write about in that diary."Â
He began to move his fingers inside her, slowly at first, then with increasing confidence as her body responded, her inner muscles clenching around him. His thumb found her clit, pressing and circling in a rhythm that had her writhing beneath him. It was rentless. Delicious. So much Nancy even thought she could get addicted to his fingers. Â
Even though she knew full well that he still had other parts of his body to use.
Nancy's hands roamed his skin, tracing the hard planes of his back through his shirt before moving down to palm the hard, thick length straining against his pants. She was momentarily intimidated by his size, but the low growl that escaped his lips at her touch was all the encouragement she needed.Â
It felt a little strange, awkward, but at the same time, Nancy was so intoxicated by the growing dampnessâthe precum soaking from the tipâof his cock that she couldn't stop stroking it.
"Ah... Fuck, Nancy," Ace groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily into her touch. "You keep doing that and this'll be over before it really starts."Â
"Well, well. So you prefer me to stop?" she teased, immediantly ceasing her motion with a mischievous grin, though her voice was breathy, laced with a desire she could no longer contain.
Ace let out a low, throaty laugh that vibrated through his chest and into her.Â
"Oh, you're going to pay for that." He curled his fingers inside her, finding a spongy, sensitive spot that made her cry out, her back arching off the seat. The pace fastened, and that wet sound filled the car, an obscene noise that proved her arousal. "Not so cocky now, huh? How's that feel? You like being filled up like this? You like my fingers stretching your pussy open?"
"OhâAce. You bastard," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, trying to anchor herself against the tidal wave of pleasure. "God, yes."
"Good," he murmured, his fingers continuing their relentless, expert assault as his free hand moved to the zipper of her dress, deftly undoing it. "Because I've been dreaming about tasting you for a long time."Â
He shifted positions, spreading her legs wider as he moved down her body, his lips trailing a path of fire down her stomach. Nancy's breath hitched, her heart leaping into her throat as she realized his intentions. Before he could proceed, he paused, looking up at her from between her thighs, his eyes burning with a question.Â
"You okay with this?" he asked, his voice a low hum of anticipation. "I want to taste you so fucking badly, but only if you're comfortable."
"Get down here, Portgas," she countered, reaching up to pull him by the collar.
Ace's response was a wicked, triumphant grin before he lowered his head, his tongue finding her clit with unerring accuracy.Â
Nancy cried out, a sharp, broken sound as her hands flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the dark strands. Waves of almost unbearable pleasure washed over her as Ace began to lick and suck with practiced, devastating skill. His tongue was everywhereâflat and broad, then pointed and preciseâlapping at her folds, circling her entrance, and then returning to focus on her pulsing clit. His hands held her hips steady, his grip firm yet gentle as she writhed beneath him, lost to sensation.
"God, you taste even better than I imagined," he murmured against her, his voice a low, intimate vibration that seemed to travel directly through her clit. "So fucking sweet and ready for me. All for me."
Nancy could only moan in response, her mind going blank, every thought consumed by the pleasure he was giving her. The dual stimulation of his tongue and fingers was almost too much, a sensory overload that pushed her higher and higher, her entire body tensing, coiling like a spring.
"Ace," she gasped, her voice high and tight. "I'm going to... I can't..."
"Let go, baby," he encouraged,
his words a muffled, wicked vibration against her swollen, sensitive flesh. "That's it. I want to feel you come on my tongue. Give it to me, Nancy. All of it. Fucking drown me in it. Let me see how good I make you feel."
His permission, his filthy, beautiful command, was the final push. Nancy shattered. A strangled, high-pitched cry ripped from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, a blinding, all-consuming tidal wave of pleasure. Her back arched violently off the seat, her body a bowstring drawn taut and then released. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around his fingers, pulsing, milking them as wave after wave of intense pleasure wracked her body. Ace groaned against her, the sound deep and guttural, as he eagerly drank her down, his tongue tirelessly working her through the spasms, prolonging her ecstasy until she was a trembling, whimpering mess, utterly boneless and spent.
When the tremors finally subsided and she drifted back to earth, panting and dazed, she found Ace grinning up at her from between her thighs, his face slick and glistening with her arousal in the dim light. He looked incredibly smug, incredibly proud, and so fucking turned on it made her ache all over again.
He slowly crawled back up her body, pressing his lips against hers in a deep, possessive kiss that allowed her to taste herself on his tongue. "God, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said, his voice thick and raspy with desire. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come. But I can't hold back any longer. I need to get my dick inside you. Right now."
He shifted slightly, reaching for his wallet on the floor of the car. He pulled out a small foil packet, his fingers surprisingly steady as he ripped it open with his teeth. As he expertly rolled on the condom, he looked down at her, his expression a serious, heated question one last time.
"Final chance to kick me out into the cold," he teased softly, though his eyes were dark with intent. "You sure you're ready for this?"
Nancy met his gaze, her own eyes heavy with lust and a new, tender emotion. A boldness she didn't know she possessed surged through her. "Can you please stop asking, Ace? I told you a thousand times I was okay with it!" she chuckled with tenderness. "Just fuck me already."
Ace smiled, a slight blush on his cheeks. âI'm sorry. It's just that I really like you, and I truly want this to be something special for you.â
He positioned himself between her legs, the thick head of his cock nudging against her still-throbbing entrance. "I'll be gentle at first. Just breathe. Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
Nancy nodded, bracing herself as he began to push into her slowly, carefully. There was a sharp, brief sting as her body stretched to accommodate his impressive size, a foreign, full sensation that made her whimper and tense. Ace froze immediately, his body tense above hers.
"Easy, girl. Breathe," he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "That's it, you're doing so good, taking me so well. Fucking perfect." He stayed perfectly still, letting her adjust, pressing soft, distracting kisses to her lips, her jaw, her neck. "Such a good girl, taking all of me."
His praise, his gentle dominance, worked like a charm. Gradually, the discomfort faded, replaced by a strange, intense pleasure in the feeling of being so completely filled, so utterly claimed by him. She experimentally shifted her hips, and a jolt of pure electricity shot through her.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. "You okay for me to move?"
"Okay," she breathed, a small, sly smile playing on her lips. "More than okay. Move, Ace. Go ahead."
His eyes darkened with a primal heat. "Careful what you wish for, princess."
Ace began to move, slowly at first, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in, each stroke deliberate and deep, stretching her, filling her completely. The confined space of the car made their movements awkward but intensely intimate, the sound of their breathing and the slick slap of flesh meeting flesh filling the small sanctuary.
"Fuck," he groaned against her neck, his voice a low growl. "You feel incredible. So goddamn tight and perfect. You like it when I fuck you hard? When I pound this tight little cunt?"
"Oh, Ace," she gasped his name, her nails digging into the muscles of his back, urging him on. Nancy cried out his name again and again from pure pleasure, savoring every letter, letting her voice revel in every second of it. She couldnât believe she was finally moaning the name of the boy she liked, right there beside him, lost in his eyes, his skin, his warmth, his body.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting more. The car windows began to fog up completely, sealing them in their own private, steamy world as their bodies moved together in a frantic, desperate rhythm.
"Oh god, that face, Nancy. You're gonna be the death of me, I swear," he grunted, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more demanding.
"You gonna come for me again?" he taunted, his voice rough with exertion. "You gonna soak my cock this time? I want to feel it. Come on, Nancy, look at me. Don't you dare take your eyes off me."
Nancy forced her eyes open, meeting his intense, burning gaze. The raw emotion and desire she saw there was her undoing. That, combined with the relentless stimulation of his thick cock hitting that perfect spot over and over, sent her hurtling over the edge again.
Her second orgasm tore through her, even more powerful than the first. Her entire body seized up, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that radiated from her core out to every limb. Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice, pulsing and milking his length as a gush of wetness soaked him.
"I'm... I'm gonna... Oh, Nancy." Ace mumbled, his control finally snapping. He thrust into her once, twice more, hard and deep, before his own orgasm overtook him. He buried his face in her neck with a raw, choked groan, his body shuddering violently as he emptied himself into her, his hips jerking erratically as he rode out his release.
They collapsed together in a tangled, sweaty heap, the only sound in the car their harsh, ragged pants as they struggled to catch their breath. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady, primal perfume. After a long moment, Ace shifted, carefully easing his weight off her pulling out, taking off the condom and and tying a knot in it.
He pressed soft, gentle kisses against her forehead, her temple, the corner of her eye, his skin sliding against hers with a soft, tacky sound that made Nancyâs face heat up all over again.
"Jesus Christ," Nancy whispered, her voice barely audible, her limbs feeling like they were made of jelly. "You... you're trying to kill me."
âHey, I can be a gentleman when the stakes are high,â he teased, though he squeezed her waist a little tighter. âAnd you⊠God, Nancy. I didnât know you were that loud. I think I think the people in town can hear you from down below the cliff.â
Ace let out a soft, breathless laugh, nuzzling her neck. "Not yet, princess," he teased, his voice a low, contented rumble.
"I can't believe this actually happened," she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You're much more gentle thank I expected".
"Ace!" she chirped, even if she was still smiling.
âWhat? Itâs a compliment,â he grinned, his eyes sparkling with that familiar, mischievous glint. âIt means I was doing my job right."
Ace leaned down, kissing her forehead with a lingering sweetness.
"Damn, I like you. I really, really like you so much, Nancy. I want to be be stucked up with you here forever."
Nancy beamed, her heart swelling with a joy so intense it rivaled the pleasure from moments before. She opened her mouth to reply, but her gaze inadvertently flickered toward the green glow of the digital clock on the dashboard.
1:30 AM.
The silence that followed was deafening. Both of them froze, the blood draining from their faces in synchronized terror.
âOh, no,â Nancy whispered, her eyes wide with a sudden, sharp realization.
âFuck,â Ace choked out, his voice dropping an octave. âYour old man's gonna kill me for sure.â
Nancy bit her lip, a wave of genuine anxiety washing over her. "Heâs going to kill us. Heâs going to kill you, and then heâs going to lock me in the basement until Iâm thirty."
Ace stared at the clock for another three seconds, looking like he was calculating his odds of surviving a duel with a master swordsman. Then, to Nancyâs utter disbelief, he started to laughâa low, helpless chuckle that turned into a full-blown grin.
âWhat is wrong with you?â she hissed, trying to untangle her dress ruffles. âHeâs going to turn you into a kebab!â
"You know what?" he said, leaning over and caught her by the waist, pulling her in for one last, hard kiss.
Hiiiii Iâm here for the one piece matchup >O<
hihi Iâm so curious what will be the result :333 please just donât be Blackbeard please just donât be Blackbeard đ„șđ„șđ„ș HAHAH Iâm joking- I mean- Iâm not- so yeah umm Iâm an introvert and INFP if that would somehow help you- I am suuuupeeeer shy, kind and polite and kinda a people pleaser⊠BUT I am super loyal too and can make regret a personâs life choices if I hate them :333 I would say that Iâm a fusion of Sanji and Robin. Oh and Iâm a pisces >w< my hobbies are drawing, cooking and being lazy and eating and⊠um- sorry hahah. My love language is⊠oh⊠hmmm well- I would say words of affirmation and physical touch :333 also my ideal date would be either just cuddling together and staying at home or cooking/baking something together<3 my favorite things are my bed- well um maybe not⊠OKAY so my favorite things/people are my dog<333 and my friends<333 Iâm so grateful for them because for most of my life I didnât have any friends or I was just being used by others- kinda like little Robin I guess- but yes I love them<333 I also love old romantic songs<333 I love listening to Paul Anka or songs like âCanât take my eyes off youâ or âVenusâ. I would also say that Iâm a huge romantic and my biggest dream is to have a loving family one day<3 okay thatâs all<333 have a nice day or night ^^
I apologize to all of those who requested a matchup back in January. My life has been a bit chaotic lately, and I didnât feel inspired to write. However, I now feel inspired, so letâs dive in and see how many matchups I can get through.
Hello, my darling <3
It feels wrong to pair you with anyone other than Sanji, even if it is the most obvious answer.Â
Heâs just your perfect matchâ what can I say?
Sanji is the perfect lover. He loves the idea of love. Heâs a hopeless romantic who adores romanticizing it allâ the dates, the courting, the gifts, the poems, everything.
Heâs also a gentleman: kind, smart, and thoughtful, someone who would treat you like the queen you are.
Heâs a Pisces man (first time thatâs not a red flag), and so are you. I think Pisces + Pisces relationships are probably the most emotionally deep. Sanji is very perceptiveâ he just knows when youâre starting to feel off, and heâs always there to either talk about it or offer you a hug.
You two would probably meet in a very whimsical way. Maybe in a coffee shop or at a baking class (Sanji hates to admit it, but baking isnât always his forte).
He would approach you first, smooth as ever. Heâd charm you with honey-drizzled words, then top it off with a kiss on the back of your hand, pulling a rose out of who knows where just to wrap up the interaction nicely.
(Heâs so cheesy, yuckâ I love him)
Once youâre dating, he goes all out: flowers here and there, love letters, cute dates, and Tupperware with meals he prepared for the crew but wanted you to taste too. That last thing is like a ritual to him, you better believe youâre going to get fed by him every chance he gets. Heâs the embodiment of all love languages at once, but his most personal one is cooking for his loved ones.
He would frame any drawing you gave him. Heâs so proud to have an artistic girlfriend who gives him lovely drawings of himself, it just makes him fall even harder for you.
When you two spend time together, itâs probably something cozyâ like a rainy night preparing a warm meal, then cuddling while watching a movie.
Maybe baking together and going to a park for a nice picnic. And museum dates, too.
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Im so excited for Sun City owo what can you tell me about it =w= is there a certain part youre looking forward to showing us?
This one is practically finished, but I need to lock in, fix the pacing and finish writing the smut.
The premise is that Thatch and Reader are now enjoying the domesticity of married life.
Thatch has to stop some bandits who are stealing groceries before they reach the village. That leads to Reader worrying about him (a little angsty, if you will), but then it all resolves⊠and they fuck.
I mean, the man needs his reward.
Itâs not even funny how long itâs taking me to finish Sun City đ
âIâm sorry about last night,â he said, and you definitely werenât expecting that. âIâm sorry I kept you awake and worried until so late and Iâm sorry I fell asleep before I could give you what you wantedâŠâ
âItâs okay,â you said.
âNow that youâre awakeâŠâ He was relentless.
âUnbelievableâŠâ
âBut you donât even have to move. Just let me do all the work,â he whined. âPlease.â
When he got like that, you couldnât refuse.
You sighed. âAlright.â
âYay!â he exclaimed, and it made you laugh a little.
âOkay, I need you to turn around, lay on your belly,â he guided and you did as told.
âItâs a bit cold,â you mentioned, since there was no blanket over you and you were half-naked.
âDonât worry, Iâll be your blanket,â he said.
That made you turn your head just enough to look him in the eyes. He immediately knew what you were thinking.
âYou never let me say romantic stuff to you! Itâs not fair!â
âItâs not romantic if itâs stupid.â
âItâs quite romantic and you just donât see the vision,â he tried to defend himself.
âRightâŠâ you said, but before you could continue snickering with him, Thatch crashed his lips into yours and you couldnât do anything except finally shut up.
âSo now,â he murmured once he pulled back, âjust enjoy and stay quiet.â
This one is related to the commission my friend is working on. Since Iâm getting some cool fanart, I figured I might as well write something to go along with it.
I got tagged by @bouquet-bride @ye-old-hermit-woman and @sylkiesong â thank you, my darlings <3
I havenât felt very inspired to write lately, but I hope I can get right back on track because I have a bunch of stuff piling up.
Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. Anyone can send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it! All wips welcome! Not just fic - share your projects and art too if you want \o/
I donât draw, but I commissioned a friend of mine to do a self-shipping fanart, and she told me she might have it ready by next week :)
One shots (all of them are NSFW)
Golden Slumbers (Butch!Ace x Witch!Reader)
Is It Love? Man, This Is So Confusing (Vista x Fem!Reader)
Sun City: The Sheriffâs New Wife (Enforcer!Thatch x Mayorâs Daughter!Reader)
PasiĂłn de Gavilanes AU (ASL brothers, three one-shots, each one dedicated to a different brother)
Si no te hubieras ido (Ace x Reader x Sanji)
I donât have a title for this one yet, mainly because itâs still just an idea. I want to write something inspired by The Odyssey, specifically the part where Odysseus reaches Circeâs island (Witch! Reader x Whitebeard Pirates or Roger Pirates)
Starting strong: Vista and you are very compatible in the love department (huzzah to that!)
I think this is the peak of compatibility in both your charts, since you both have such strong water sign energy. Cancer and Pisces Venus are super intense placements; usually very emotional, hopeless romantics. In a way, youâd match each otherâs freakâ meaning youâd both be all about fairy tales, princess x knight vibes, 90s rom-com energy, and every type of corny shit imaginable. This man would learn French, swim across oceans for you, and then write poetry about how the light reflects in your golden hair just because (yuck, so corny⊠who would even want that⊠I wish it happened to me đ).
Although it might seem overly sugary, I feel Vista has a way of balancing it out with his other placements. Heâs actually a pretty chill guy in everyday lifeâ but when it comes to love, the man loses his chill demeanor just a bit (if not a lot).
I think that if he has a crush on you, he will straight-up malfunction around you, and once you two have your first kiss, I can see him having a humbling little moment where he blurts out âI love youâ right after pulling away to catch his breath.
Which⊠okay, you go king, but chill the fuck down.
Now, there are a couple of âCompatibility? It dependsâ placements.
SUN: Vista is an Aquarius man while youâre a Cancer. In my experienceâ donât. Luckily, Vista has all those water placements that make the irreparable damage of being an Aquarius man⊠manageable.
Aquarius and Cancer tend to clash (I looked it up: apparently they form an inconjunct, which is basically an awkward aspect that means the two signs have almost nothing in common). Aquarius is very independent, detached and reserved, while Cancer is usually nurturing, emotional and open-hearted.
Once again, Vistaâs heavy Pisces influence saves the day, so I think you could make it work just fine.
MOON: This one can be a bit trickier. You have a Scorpio Moon (me too, twins!) and he has a Libra Moon. You may approach your emotions very differently, which can create conflict. Libra placements are all about harmony and diplomacy, while Scorpio placements are intense as hell.
This one is all about balance, and since Libra is literally symbolized by a fucking scale, heâs going to make it work one way or another.
MERCURY: Gemini and Pisces are both very creative in their own ways. Geminis are the OG communicators (ruled by Mercury), sharp-minded, witty, really fun to be around and yappers. They yap and yap and sometimes struggle to listen. Vistaâs Pisces Mercury unfortunately doesnât balance this out. I feel he comes across as reserved at first, but once he meets someone who matches his freak, he physically cannot shut up.
That said, Vista is also a man who listens (a fucking diamond among men, if you know what Iâm saying). He enjoys talking just as much as he enjoys listening, so I think heâd be the one to balance out the absolute chaos that would otherwise happen in conversations between these two placements.
I know this is the most expected part⊠LETâS TALK ABOUT SEX! đ
His Mars is in Pisces while yours is in Virgoâ theyâre opposite each other, which usually means high sexual compatibility in astrology. Theyâre sister signs; they complement each other perfectly. Pisces Mars is all about fantasy, while you bring balance with your Virgo âdown-to-earthâ energy.
In a way, youâre both perfectionists when it comes to intimacy. Heâs very idealisticârose petals on the bed, red candles, old tunes in the background kind of loverâwhile youâre more practical and detail-oriented.
Virgo Mars can be a bit reserved at first while testing the waters, which is just fine by Vista because Pisces is the most adaptable sign. Once you open up, you can unleash all the kinks and sexual preferences and Vista will probably be into most of them since heâs very adaptable and open-minded.
He probably loves role playing a bit too much. He gets lost in the fantasy and if you feed into his delusions, the role-play can get out of handâ a week-long kind of roleplay. But hey, if he wants to be the white knight while he gives you princess treatment, who are you to refuse?
Another thing about Vista: he cries when having sex. I donât think it always happens, but it has happened enough times to be A Thing. He gets overwhelmed by love, and since sex is probably the moment heâs most vulnerable, he releases everything.
Heâs probably very clingy too, in a âI want to merge your soul with mineâ kind of way.
I also get the vibe that heâs all about eye contactâ I think he lives by the philosophy that the eyes are the mirrors of the soul.
iâd like to ask for a tarot reading for how the rest of my semester is gonna go in general. it's been a real struggle adjusting to new people and the weight of the work is intimidating, so much so that it's eating away at all my will,,
that being said, i was hoping for a reading if it comes to you! (i am prepared for reassurance or dread, or both)
thank you!! ( àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽż ËáË )
HIII KIIN!
This reading may or may not resonate with you, and thereâs a high chance I could be wrong. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it :)
The tarot spread was the following:
Eight of Wands (reversed)
Three of Cups (reversed)
Nine of Pentacles
Justice
Ace of Swords
By any chance, do you study law? If you do, I find this reading very fitting, especially with Justice and the Ace of Swords.
Overall, I can see that youâre struggling. You may feel like your academic life isnât very fulfilling right now, and perhaps youâre not seeing results yetâ but they will come in due time. You have the determination to pass all your classes this semester, even if it requires a lot of effort. Justice and the Ace of Swords at the end are very straightforward: you will succeed because you want to succeed.
When it comes to your social life, it seems like you may also be struggling to make friends, whether because you donât feel like you fit in or because youâre too shy to put yourself out there. Donât worryâ I believe this reading is mainly focused on your academic life, and classmates are not always the ideal people to connect with (Iâve been there).
To sum up, you may struggle a bit, like everyone does when theyâre in a challenging degree, but in the end, you will be able to see the fruits of your hard work.