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CHARACTER: RORONOA ZORO PROMPT: #89 LIFEBOAT TOTAL FICS: 2/50 WHERE CAN I READ THE REST? FOLLOW THIS TAG! [X] YOU CAN ALSO READ GREAT FICS BY @soleilnomoon MASTERLIST COMING SOON...
Zoro had heard once, when you learn life altering news you're often in the most basic of places; your living room, your bedroom, a stupid life boat.
He laid there inside the Mini Merry II, arms folded behind his head as Sanji moved around with a rag in his hand, trying to process what the ero-cook had just said. He was yelling, as usual, his curly brows moving around like waves on a tempestuous ocean.
"Relax," Zoro orders him, his one good eye narrowed in the blond's direction. Sanji busily wiped at Mine Merry II's head, before taking the ship's wheel into his possession. "I can't even understand what you're mad about."
"You're of no use!" Sanji yells, looking over his shoulder at Zoro. He sucks his teeth as they sail back from the remote island they had done reconnaissance from. Sanji does his best to remain out of sight on his return trip to the Thousand Sunny. "You just came to take a nap? You should have stayed back. This would have been so much better with Nami-chwan. Oh, Nami-chwan!" He whined, his eyes shining with barely contained admiration. "I would happily steer us anywhere for all eternity if it meant being by your side!"
Zoro grunts, not sure why Sanji would prefer to have to Nami's bossy attitude with them. The wind tousles Sanji's blond locks. Zoro thinks it looks like hay caught in a wind gust.
"What are you trying to say? You like Nami more than me?" He huffs again, finding that laughable. He was stronger, faster, he could drink more than she could, and he was better looking if anyone asked him. Plus, he was funnier.
Sanji barely hesitates.
"Of course I do!" Sanji decrees. "All you do is sleep and fight. Gimme a break."
50 FICLETS FOR THE STRAWHAT PIRATES
1 of 50 PROMPT # 80. GAMBLE CHARACTER: BROOK
Poker night was one of the nights he looked most forward to while on The Thousand Sunny.
Actually, if Brook was honest, every night was one to look forward to! Ever since he had joined, although he was nothing but bones, he felt life slowly seeping into his marrows. The laughter of his crewmates, their smiles and enviable youth. It had all been an honor to see, especially after floating on eerie waters with nothing but the ghosts of his long lost friends.
"Yo ho ho ho!" he laughed, eager to chase the blues away with his own mirth. "I can't wait to see how the night ends up. Sanji is going to end up in his tidy whities again."
Sanji nearly drops the cigarette from his lips, eliciting another thrill of laughter from Brook.
"That's because you and Zoro count cards!" Sanji accused, pointing a finger at Zoro. The swordman takes the bait as Brook predicted, and the pair of fighting lovebirds are grabbing each other's collars again.
"Stop it! You're shaking the table!" Nami yells, her glossy lips a tempting berry red under the light of the dining area. Brook watches her dreamily with one bony hand on his equally bony cheek.
"Nami-san," he starts, holding back his laughter. "If I win, can you tell me the color of the panties you're wearing tonight?"
"The hell I will!" she yells, turning her ire from the fighting duo to him.
"Yo ho ho ho!" Brook's laughter is louder than before, as he is overcome with joy. The din around the dining table is addicting. He never wants to leave this place. He never wants to be without them. "Don't worry, Nami-san. I'll be dead before I am blessed by you."
Brooks laughs.
"But I'm already dead, Yo ho ho!"
"why does it have to always be about knights?" because there's nothing hotter than a hulking mass of metal who could kill me with a flick of his wrist but instead gets on his knees and trembles as he restrains himself from begging for my touch. i'm not going to get that from some fur trader or councilor, am i?
SINGLE DAD ZAYNE (and mentions of non-mc reader) WC: an easy 1.1k cause I was just exploring his character CW: mentions of death, grief, and that's about it A/N: Consider this more as a character exploration of Zayne in an AU where MC and him did marry and had a child, but she passed (suddenly at that) and now he is trying to find out how to navigate life, and fatherhood without her. This is part of my single dad zayne x non mc au pair universe. It takes place a little over nine month's from MCs passing. He's had an AU pair, for this scene, around three months. In this universe I'm still laying down all my plot points but MC's death isn't as black and white as it seems, and there will be cameos of Caleb, and more just not for this little scene lol
The alarm drags him away from his recurrent dream— the one where MC still smiles, still laughs; the one she's still alive and warm in his arms. Instead, he is forced to face reality, again, as the infectious pop tune from Winnie's favorite movie dances around his head. As the song hits its climax, Zayne roughly rubs his face, reconsidering his past choice of letting her pick out his alarm sound. Her dimpled smile, and round chubby cheeks float behind his eyelids making him forget any regrets.
It was worth it; to see her smile, was worth it, especially these days, when it was so rare to partake in happiness without the bitter aftertaste of guilt and sadness; as if he had no right to it, as if he had lost that to the Fates as well.
Dexterous fingers paw at sheets, comforter and pillow in search of the noise making machine. Zayne's eyes refuse to open although he knows this would make his task much easier. The responsibility of disciplining himself no longer lays solely in his hands when the sound of running feet grows louder.
Zayne braces himself, draping an arm over tired eyes to feign sleep. The bedroom door flies open with a cheerful cry of: "Papa!"
Before he can react, Winnie leaps onto his bed and—with her perfect aim—lands expertly on him on a belly flop; stomach to stomach. All breath leaves him to live within the giggles of his daughter as she climbs herself into a seated position—his diaphragm, her impromptu throne.
"Papa!" she calls again, her voice twice as sweet as her smile. "Good mornin'!"
His frigid hands hold her steady by her tiny torso before he is compelled to squeeze her round face between them.
"Good morning, my snow angel," he murmurs, voice heavy with sleep and tenderness. "Did you sleep okay?"
"Yeah, Papa," Winnie chirps, drumming her hands on his chest. "But is it time yet?"
Her barely there eyebrows knit together in a frown. Zayne suppresses a laugh; his smile turning tight lipped.
"Time for what, Elowyn?" he asks her, gently bringing himself into a seated position. He scoops Winnie into his arms, as she squeals in a mixture of temporary fear and delight.
"Papa!" she whines, a chubby hand finding his chin. She grabs it as if that would keep him from disappearing—and from lying. "You know! Ice skatin'. We goin' skatin' yet?"
He contemplates teasing her but she looks absolutely serious, and he did not want to ruin their day by accidentally instigating on a tantrum. Instead, he blows a quick raspberry on one of her irresistible cheeks, eliciting another thrilling squeal from her. This was the most cheerful Winnie had been in a while, and he wanted to relish in every minute of it.
He carries her off the bed, and gently places her on the floor as he slips into his wore down house slippers. As he makes his way to the bathroom, he hears her soft little footsteps behind him.
"Winnie," he says calmly, finding his toothbrush. "Did you wash your face?" As she doesn't answer, and instead chooses to quietly play with his pajama bottoms by digging her hands into one of his pockets and giggling. Zayne figures he has his answer. "Come on, then. Dad will do it for you." He starts picking her up but freezes forgetting, not for the first time, that he had hired someone for that.
It wasn't easy for him to relinquish control, and while the idea of hiring an Au Pair had seemed like a great one in theory—in practice it still felt awkward, at times uncomfortable, and even unnatural. Still, he knew it was what was best for Winnie.
He pushes Winnie gently, a hand on her head, and stirs her out the door.
"Go find your Miss, and get ready. You can't ice skate if your teeth aren't clean."
Winnie turned her head to frown at him over her shoulder.
"Papa, that doesn't make sense!" she argued, and Zayne knew his logic was flawed but he couldn't tell her that. "You don't skate with teeth. You skate with skates!"
He couldn't argue with that, and luckily, he didn't have to force himself to. You appear like the angel he sometimes thought you were, soft smile and kind eyes, in front of his bedroom.
"Winnie," you call out softly, as you kneel down to her level. Your hand takes one of her elbows. "Shall we get ready? The sooner we get there the more fun we can have."
Winnie throws her arms around your neck, and you pick her up with a small grunt. Zayne watches the scene with mixed emotions. On one hand, he loves the sight of his daughter being excited, and content but seeing her in the arms of a woman that wasn't her mother prickled something in his chest; guilt freezes whatever warmth threatened to bloom, turning it icy black. A frown makes an intrusive attempt. Zayne manages to brush it off with a small shake of his head.
"I'll meet you both downstairs," he says before slipping back into the bedroom.
He sees something flicker in your eyes—perceptive as always. He ignores it, just like the dozen of questions he has about you near daily. Curiosity was a dangerous vice. If he didn't thread carefully, he'd venture into territory he wasn't ready to discover.
He finishes getting himself ready leisurely, although he can imagine Winnie's impatience. It makes the corners of his mouth twitch into a half smile. Normally, he'd rush to get ready so he could tend to her but having you around meant there was someone to keep Winnie entertained while he enjoyed a reprieve from the usual tight, and over packed schedule.
The path down the staircase feels eerily light. His feet land on each step but it feels as if they were someone else's feet, as if this was all a dream. Life simply could not be this easy, this happy. How could it possibly be when MC was no longer here?
Yet, the kitchen seemed cast in a warm and soft golden glow as he enters. You're there leaning against the kitchen counter, opening your mouth wide so that Winnie can feed you a piece of her pancake—and for a moment, he thinks he sees her ghost in the shadows of your face.
And just like that, the illusion is shattered. The kitchen darkens, and every noise is so loud he fights the instinct to run away.
It is Winnie that anchors him, with her little hand reaching out to grab his cold one.
"You ready, Papa?" she asks, looking up at him with bright shining eyes. If he looked close enough, he could see his entire future in them, and it was all love, love, love.
Zayne smiles.
"Yes, I'm ready."
tenderness! tenderness!
RORONOA ZORO X NICO ROBIN WC: 3,496 words to be exact and I am not sorry CW: uh...zobin I guess if you're against the ship it's your own warning, zoro who pretends to not be a loser, zoro has a praise kink believe it or not, now you know, you're welcome, some fluff, mostly zoro being clueless and robin being robiin AUTHOR'S NOTES: this is zoro's POV from the previous fic I wrote for zobin which was from robin's POV. i love them very much they are so special to me. what other scenario should I write them in?
Sun kissed shoulders stung with the overly zealous affection of the sun. If Roronoa Zoro didn't know any better, he'd say the big burning orb in the sky was in love with him.
Air blew noisily through his nose, the only semblance of humor he was willing to allow himself for his ridiculous inner thoughts. Imagine that? The Sun in love with him? Who did he think he was? Some kind of deity?
He knew that word, and he knew how to spell and use it now, thank you very much. Robin had taught him as much a few days ago, when she was reading out loud from one of her books. It hadn't been intentional. It's just that as he was finding his sunny spot oddly comforting and lulling, Robin's equally lulling voice had drifted to him and caught his interest.
Zoro wasn't sure how they kept ending up together—in the same spots together, he should clarify. They weren't together. He looked up from where he was picking up the bag of soil to see Robin looking her usual distracted self. The warm ocean breeze softly blew through her dark hair, hiding her face from him in fractures. A strange feeling seized inside of him; a muscle pulled taut that he hardly used, painful and foreign.
RORONOA ZORO X NICO ROBIN WC: 2.2k CW: clueless zoro, weird girl robin, it is sfw nothing crazy, maybe mentions of death? SUMMARY: robin has been planning a flower garden for some time but she never planned on having roronoa zoro volunteer to help her... AUTHOR'S NOTES: this is my first ever zobin fic, and it is my first time writing from robin's pov. i tried to create a bit of whimsy with her inner voice. robin is well educated, and knowledgeable, but she does have a penchant for allowing herself to get lost in fantasy (which is often morbid). i tried to showcase that here without writing 20k, also I may have included some headcanons which i will talk about some other time.
Heat seeped into her skin, as the sun's rays kissed her browning shoulders. Although its idea of affection stung, Nico Robin welcomed it with open arms.
She was no stranger to pain, and she considered it a small price to pay for freedom. There were far more gruesome punishments she could imagine. For example, if Mr. Sun felt like it, he could probably choose to turn up the heat to such a degree, the sea around them would start to boil, and her skin would bubble bit by bit. Then, it would scorch black, and slough off her bones like putrid gelatin, as her shrill screaming voice died out in her throat.
That was definitely worse than a little stinging. If anything, at least now she could say it was Mr. Sun pinching her. That way she could make sure that she indeed was awake, and not imagining the fact that Roronoa Zoro had volunteered to help her with her project.
"Where do you want it?" he asked gruffly. The color of his voice was always softly tinted with some kind of mild annoyance. Robin would wonder if that was a sort of fatal affliction, if she didn't know any better. It indeed wasn't. She had looked it up, and no book contained such a malady. "Robin?"
list of seedlings
Here, on this table top, lies a catalogue of seeds I have watered to some degree; some less, some more, and some have even sprouted but none are ready to be transferred and planted into the garden of the internet.
GETO X GOJO [word count so far: 311]
memories through pictures, gojo reminisces about the path, themes of grief, young love, missed confessiions / for the 'hola, verano' event that I am about 2 weeks late to.
ROBIN X ZORO [wound count so far: 532]
love this pairing, been meaning to write for them, Summer! Flowers and Robin just go together, and Moon and Zoro go together, but no moon tonight (unless we mean Robin's eyes), gossipy stars, Zoro in denial, a teasing Robin slowly leading the dance / for the 'hola verano' event that I am yes late to but plan to finish
SANJI X FEM READER [word count so far: 1.2k]
been working on this for over a year and should decide to give it up or finish it, but i like the writing I did get down so much i don't want to scrap it--but i am stuck on how to proceed; supposed to be a slow burn, y/n is a pastry chef, so i really want to get it right
ZORO X OC(or Y/N undecided) [word count so far: 4.5k]
4.5 word count but it's mostly outline, and disjointed scenes. i know the story, but i have to weave it together, i wanted to challenge myself to write an epic style fic with a Y/N but writing a character as a blank canvas can only take the story so far, so we shall see. / tropes: meet-cringe, slow burn, family, found family, the reluctant hero, the chosen one, forced proximity, second chance romance, stuck together, poly romance maybes
ZORO X PERONA [word count so far: 6 lol]
another story that lives in my head, but essentially it would be told from shifting POVs and it takes place when Kuma slaps Zoro into his own adventure, and he embarks on his training with Mihawk, while all the while an unlikely friendship blossoms wiith Perona. Will there be romance? Whomst to say. Maybe~
ZORO X MERMAID FEM READER X LUFFY [word count so far: 937]
knight zoro, heir to the throne prince luffy find a mermaid and now zoro is force to babysit the two of them.
CALEB X Y/N [word count so far: 7.7k]
7.7k of outlines and notes lol, the ending is not planned yet so I don't even want to start writing yet but maybe I should? Y/N and Caleb have known each other since HS and it is a NON-MC reader because I live for the angst and miscommunication. also it's another second chance romance as they meet as adults, and they end up sharing an apartment (forced proximity trope, am I predictable yet?). Modern AU because while MC exists in the story I didn't want to grapple with torin chip nonsense, at least not in this fic
SYLUS X Y/N [word count so far: 281]
in universe, another non-mc reader, because Sylus was around for quite a bit before he and MC got involved in any shape or form while her time in Linkon so this mostly takes place in the brutal and dark world of the N109 zone. Y/N was being exploited for her labor, and while being freed from nasty man's clutches she somehow ends up working for Sylus. Also, I really just wanna write Keira and Luke being unhinged and Mephisto being cute so this gives me an excuse to include them a lot.
SYLUS X YN [word count so far: 97]
modern AU, first love, second chance romance [listen, i have my preferences, leave me be]
ZAYNE X FEM MED STUDENT [ word count so far: 55]
i don't think i need to say more.
SINGLE DAD ZAYNE X AU PAIR READER [word count so far: 346]
in universe, but alternate ending? MC has died tragically (dun dun dun more on this later), leaving Zayne and their four your old daughter behind. Zayne did take a leave of absence from work for like 4-6 months but it is time he returns to work, and managing his schedule and his fatherly duties is difficult so he decides to hire an au pair because it is what is best for his daughter. and so the story begins.
ZAYNE X BAKERY STORE OWNER READER
in universe. y/n owns a cute lil bakery and zayne is their number one customer.
RAFAYEL X WRITER Y/N [word count so far: 1.3k]
college au? but it's still in universe so idk maybe just before MC story starts. age gap. older woman (y/n) younger man. second chance romance. academic rivals. enemies to friends to enemies to friends to lovers. wash, rinse, repeat. she fell first he fell harder.
XAVIER X FOOD TRUCK OWNER Y/N [word count so far: 413]
y/n is struggling with getting enough customers, after having dreamed of having her own food truck for so long. enter xavier, the mysterious odd customer who simply can't get enough of her food.
[under construction, more to come]
love and deepspace masterlist
rafayel
baile inolvidable | rafayel x non-mc fem reader | NSFW | 10.08k wc
kpop demon hunters masterlist
huntrx
weltita | huntrix | SFW | post-movie ending
black clover masterlist
Novachrono, julius
electric love | julius x fem reader | NSFW | 3.9k wc | friends to lovers
Silva, nozel
verano | nozel x fem reader | SFW | 4.9k wc | enemies to ...friends?(lovers?)
NOZEL SILVA X FEM READER / SFW(ISH) WC: 4.9k CW: nozel is an idiot in denial, y/n is also in denial (and spoiler alert: also an idiot), yami is there cause he is hot and I said so, beware the sun pls wear sunblock, skin cancer is real, content warning for nonsense cause it's full of it, nozel and y/n sitting on a rock K-I-S-S-I-N-G, lower your expectations okay?, that's what we got AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is my third entry for Hola, Verano! A Caribbean Summer themed collaboration hosted by me and @soleilnomoon . It is open to everyone who wants to participate. Please see the main post here on rules and theme information.
A get together at the beach for an overnight camping session of nonsense was not Nozel Silva’s idea of a good time. A good time would have been staying in the confines of his bedroom away from the likes of his squad, or Yami’s squad. A good time would be staying away—very very far away—from the likes of you.
Yet, there he was, at least ten feet from your near insufferable existence, under the unforgiving sun feeling like he was roasting from the inside out. Whether it was from the sight of you or from the blazing sun in the sky, Nozel was not keen on finding out.
There were spells to keep your skin from burning, and there were spells to even make you temporarily impervious to rain but somehow Nozel couldn’t think of one that would keep him from getting close to heat stroke. He blinked as a bead of sweat fell off his brow and onto his white lashes. There was definitely no spell—at least not one without irreperable risks—that could whisk the thought of someone from one's brain.
He could see your hazy silhouette made near intangible by the summer heat. Beside you was the insufferable oaf of a man that dared to call himself a magic knight—a captain at that. It was laughable. If he had been of the unthinking and stupid sort—he would, but he had a reputation to uphold—something you had no consideration for. Especially seeing your chosen attire.
WELTiTA
HUNTRX / SFW WC: 1.4K CW: angst, mentions of death, dassit AUTHOR’S NOTES: This is my second entry for Hola, Verano! A Caribbean Summer themed collaboration hosted by me and @soleilnomoon . It is open to everyone who wants to participate. Please see the main post here on rules and theme information. This is a cute and short fix for Huntrx from Kpop Demon Hunters. A very fun movie that everyone should watch if you haven't already!
A vacation, a real honest to goodness vacation—is just what she needed. They had sealed the honmoon, once and for all. Considering all they went through and how hard they had worked this whole time—they had more than earned it. At least, that’s what Mira said and Zoey cosigned. Rumi was still not so sure but she was determined to live in the moment.
Rumi looked up at the blue sky. A few puffy dark clouds swam in it, floating in front of the sun partially covering it.
She should live in the moment. She had to.
After all, what else was she supposed to do? Wallow in the past, on the what-if’s and could have beens? She could be there all day. In fact, she could probably count every seashell in the shore of the beach they were lounging at and still not be finished. That’s how long she could go on worrying about things she couldn’t fix; things that were out of her control; things that she wasn’t strong enough to resolve; things she regretted.
So, no, she definitely was not sitting there wallowing under the sun with sunblock streaked across the bridge of her nose while Zoey and Mira tried to convince her to get out of her wet suit. Not at all. In fact, she was enjoying life to the fullest!
“You know,” Mira started in her usual flat-toned drawl. Rumi looked up from where she was burying her toes to observe her friend though her lashes. “Considering your coming out and everything.” Mira paused to glance over at Zoey. They exchanged a look and Rumi’s eyes flickered between them. “I mean,” she made a sweeping gesture at Rumi’s arm. “Your patterns. Anyway, you could have picked something more exciting to wear.”
Zoey leaned in close to Rumi’s face, her round eyes sparkling almost brighter than the sun.
BAILE INoLVIDABLE
LADS RAFAYEL X NON-MC FEM READER / NSFW (ish) WC: 10.08k CW: (in no particular order) kissing, fingering, death, violence, blood, mentions of guns, crime and poverty, smut with a plot, angst AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first entry for Hola, Verano! A Caribbean Summer themed collaboration hosted by me and @soleilnomoon . It is open to everyone who wants to participate. Please see the main post here on rules and theme information. That being said, this is a Caribbean inspired story, meaning reader is Caribbean, brown, and described with a vague curl pattern. The rest is up to your imagination.
A warm current wraps around his torso, propelling him forward towards a new destination. The golden sunlight filtering through the turquoise waters paints his skin amber. It feels like a nostalgic welcoming. As if it was a performance put on just for his eyes, to guide him to a destined place he had only dreamed of. The sheer beauty of it made him want to wax poetic as he flicked his fin through the water. In reality, he was on a rather over dramatic quest for some very special seashells—his latest hyper fixation. Some may call his tendency to stress over the minute details in colors, shades, tones…obsessive, but Rafayel preferred to label it as passion.
It was that same passion that led him to that tropical island: the Island of Enchantment. He had traveled through warm waters in search of the rumored beach covered in hundreds of broken seashells of corals and pinks. It was said that at sunset, as the rays of light spilled over the sand on their way to fade beneath the horizon, the beach shore looked as if it had been set on fire. At the time of his travel, he couldn’t conjure up a sight more beautiful than what those words evoked in his imagination.
At the time, he had never met you, never felt you; never understood you.
At the time he hardly knew anything at all.
Under the surface, the light that surrounds him begins fading in its brightness. Rafayel swims faster, chasing the sun. A dark fuchsia ripples besides him, streams of navy bubbles are at every turn of his body. In the distance he can see the hot pink sun, and as his head breaks the surface of the water the sight of the shore line seizes the breath in his chest. Rafayel is slack jawed at the sparkling rose colored fire that runs across the shore, behind it are spindly palm trees swaying in the breeze.
He blows air through his nose, bubbles forming as he barely contains his excitement and he swims the rest of the way to the shore. As the depth of the water changes, he transforms—legs that almost feel foreign, trudge through the waves. The sand squeezing in between his toes causes the smallest crease to form between his brows but before Rafayel can worry about a crab friend scuttling across the top of one foot—he has to worry about the figure standing on the shore looking at him.
Tangerine kisses of light slide down your brown arms. They circle like halos around your bare feet before they bloom upwards and unfurl like pink ferns wrapped around your calves. As you stand on fire, wind plays in your curls. There’s a curious look in your sparkling dark eyes; one that threatens to inspire Rafayel’s own curiosity. He is struck by your presence, your silhouette in front of a faintly bustling coastal town. Something ignites within him, leaving the aftertaste of ashes on his tongue.
The large pink hibiscus tucked in your hair hangs perilously by your ear. Rafayel’s finger twitch at the sight of it.
guess who's back, y'all (hint: ✨ it's me, babie ✨) i missed everyone fr fr ;-; i've been away for far too long, i know i know. but yk how these things go. to everyone who has stuck around, ily so much and i'm smooching all of ur cute foreheads 🥰️; and to my new followers, holaaaa it gets real wild around these parts.
anywayyyy, presenting a kaia & sora caribbean coconuts production™ — 💛🦀🍊 hola, verano! an anthology collab 🍧🦀💛 — a summer & caribbean themed collaboration event that will run for the entire month of august. sora and i will be posting a fic every sunday & everyone is welcome to participate! that being said, mdni please & thanks. anyone who submits must be 18+, i stand firm on that. fics should be summer and/or caribbean themed! use whatever prompts you want; fics can be as long or as short as you like (but please nothing under 500 words, we want a lil substance here folks).
i'll add everyone's contributions as people post to the masterlist later on💛💕
all fandoms are welcome (comics & video games included)! if you do decide to participate, please tag @queserasora and me and pls use our tag so we can find you! we are really excited for this, y'all you have no idea.
please don’t forget to check out my rules before submitting 💕
🌴 once again, the collab is open to all fandoms (games & comics included). you don’t have to follow us to join, just make sure you are 18+ (mdni pls & thx) and that any character you write is adult-aged for the fic.
🌴 sfw & nsfw fics are allowed — if you decide to write dc please check my rules tag it appropriately. minimum word requirement is 500 words (there is no maximum, bc we're long-winded over here).
🌴 repeat characters are allowed.
🌴 multiple submissions are allowed.
🌴 you can write character x character, character x reader, or character x oc! whatever works for you.
I'm so excited! It's all I've thought about for a week now lol. Don't be afraid to participate if the bug of inspiration bites you.
JULIUS NOVACHRONO X FEM READER / NSFW WC: 3.9K CW: choking, fingering, penetration AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first Black Clover fic ever, and my first Julius fic, so please forgive me for any short comings lol. I tried to capture Julius' playful nature. Also this is my first fic after a long time of not writing one so if my writing is rusty not it ain't. You didn't see anything wrong here, carry on. I wrote this for @soleilnomoon who asked me for this Julius fic like maybe 20 years ago so here I delivery it during the apocalypse of 2025. I hope you're happy bestie. If you like it, I love it. [insert awkward smile here]
I - LIGHTNING
He remembers the crashing thunder resounding in his ears the moment right before his eyes first met yours; a lightning bolt in the dark granting clarity to the silhouette of your existence.
Your hair, swirling tendrils plastered to your damp cheeks became illuminated in flashing fragments, photographic negatives he couldn't blink away. There was a joke dancing somewhere in the back of his mouth; something between 'look what the storm dragged in' and 'have you ever fallen in love with the curve of someone's cheek'. But between his heavy tongue and the persistent thunder, he lost the right timing to speak.
For once, he felt speechless.
"Don't just stand there," your voice broke through the sound of rain. "Don't you want to get out of the rain?"
II – THUNDER
“Well, look at that,” says the man with an eye patch, the same man Julius sidesteps as he obstructs his perfect view of you in the sun. Albeit, it's not that sunny, and the sun is filtered through impossibly gray clouds; clouds that could never put a damper on your smile.
“I know,” Julius says smoothly, his lips curling into a smile. “Isn't she a beauty?” His head tilts and his eyes soften as he takes you in. Julius raises his arm to wave at you. You look a little confused as you wave back.
“No, I'm not talking about her,” Eyepatch says, moving so he was back to blocking Julius' view of you. He was typically already easy to distract, that much Julius knew, but your presence was practically impossible to ignore. How could anyone fault him? There was no way he could keep himself from just dropping everything he was doing to admire the soft timbre of your voice, or the way your eyes lit up when you were excited, or the way the wind danced in your hair as if every strand of it was alive.