Things I will write for: One Piece, My Hero, DBZ/S, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, Black Clover, BotW, OPM, HxH, A3!, Monster Prom/Camp and Obey Me! (Just as a side note I'm fully caught up with all of these with the exception of OM, I'm only on lesson 22, and A3! where I'm still working on episode 7)
My character limit is 3 and if you’d like to see the same prompt with different characters then just shoot me an ask
I keep my writing gender neutral so everyone can enjoy if but if you really want something specific (like headcanons for a trans s/o) then I can do that
I will do poly prompts but you have to specifically say that you want poly otherwise I’ll just write it individually (poly would count as one for my character limit)
I only write cannon X reader, so no ocs or cannon X cannon
When requests are open I ask that you please limit the amount of requests you send to two so that I can try to accommodate as many people as possible
I’ll do angst but nothing too heavy and I ask that you don’t request anything involving suicide or depression for personal reasons
Don’t be afraid to be specific with your request, it makes things easier on me and at worst I might leave out a few details that I couldn’t work in
Please don’t use other fandoms/characters as reference when making a request unless you’ve checked to see if I’m familiar with them. If you ask for something involving a fandom I’m not familiar with I will simply delete the request
I won’t write anything with minors unless its strictly platonic and I also won’t write incest, extreme gore, or yandere
I don’t accept requests where the reader is a child, the youngest reader pov I’ll write for is teenagers
This blog is sfw only, if you're 18+ and want the url for my nsfw writing blog then send me an ask off anon
If an ask makes me uncomfortable then I reserve the right to turn it down and if need be I can add it to the rules to prevent future confusion
You can also find me on my Transformers writing blog @ratchetsboyfriend or my personal blog @gojosboyfriend
Frankly I did not like the newest event at all and I sat down to type this immediately after I finished. This is somewhat rushed and not as polished as I’d like it to be but I have to be up for work in a few hours and couldn’t wait to post it. It’s also up on Ao3 for anyone who’d prefer to read it there.
Frankly I did not like the newest event at all and I sat down to type this immediately after I finished. This is somewhat rushed and not as polished as I’d like it to be but I have to be up for work in a few hours and couldn’t wait to post it. It’s also up on Ao3 for anyone who’d prefer to read it there.
It had all happened so fast that even now you were still struggling to process what had happened. After he’d excused himself earlier, Satan had approached you once more and invited you to accompany him to the library. You’d agreed, partially because you were worried for him and partially because the current atmosphere in the House of Lamentation was deeply unsettling and you wanted a brief reprieve. It had only been half a day since Simeon had gifted them those bangles but word spread quickly in the Devildom and a group of lesser demons had cornered you two on your way to the library. Satan had immediately stepped in front of you, but rather than decimating them, as you all knew he was capable of doing, he’d merely stood there, patiently letting them hurl abuses his way. Things had only escalated from there and when one of them shoved Satan, sending him stumbling back as they raised their hand to strike him, you’d seen red.
It was the sheer audacity of you flinging yourself forward with a guttural yell that allowed you to knock the demon to the ground. There was no universe in which you presented an actual threat to him but you saw a flicker of fear in his eyes as you brought your fists crashing down on him, one, two, three times. You’d mindlessly lashed out and as a result, had caught your hands on the demon’s horns, leaving little speckles of your blood across his face and you continued to swing even as you were dragged off him.
Only the realization that it was Satan currently holding you calmed you down and you didn’t fight him when he set you down against a nearby tree. You let your head list sideways, leaning heavily on the tree as you shook, heart-pumping rapidly from the adrenaline still coursing through you. Something in the air had shifted and you knew instinctively that Satan had broken free from the spell’s influence.
The seconds dragged on and each minute felt like an eternity but by the time Satan returned to you you’d managed to settle down somewhat. You didn’t protest when he picked you up and neither of you spoke as he began the walk back, any plans of going to the library forgotten. None of the others disturbed you as you moved through the hallways and you hadn’t seen a single sign of any of them by the time Satan set you down on the edge of your bathtub so that he could tend to your hands.
You stared blankly ahead as Satan dabbed away the blood still oozing sluggishly from your knuckles. He occasionally muttered a small apology whenever the cloth caught on the edges of the split skin but you didn't respond, what little energy you could muster going towards the increasingly harder task of keeping your breathing controlled and steady. It wasn't until your gaze drifted towards him that you finally reacted, speaking up for the first time since he'd brought you home.
"My blood’s getting all over your clothes." You reached out with the hand he'd already bandaged, tugging clumsily at the edge of his fluttering sleeves, fingers already swollen and stiff with pain. "It's going to stain."
He paused in his ministrations, looking down at himself briefly. With an ease belying his usual reluctance to appear as anything other than neat and put together, he stood and ripped through the front of his top, shrugging off the tattered coat along with the accompanying white feather boa. Left in nothing more than his white pants and scuffed leather shoes, he kicked away the offending clothing and kneeled back down in front of you.
"What you did was foolish." He peered up at you from under his lashes, moving hesitantly as he resumed his previous task, though he quickly settled back into a brisk but gentle pace.
"I know." You didn't meet his gaze, fixating your eyes on a point beyond his left shoulder even when he finally looked away.
"I would have been fine without your interference."
"I know."
"You could have been hurt much, much worse than this. You're incredibly lucky that you didn't sustain an injury worse than some bruised and bleeding hands."
"I know."
Satan huffed and you saw the tension in his shoulders as he took a deep, shuddering breath. "Can you look at me?"
You didn't respond, still staring at some point just beyond him.
"Please."
The tired tone of his voice and the way it wavered so slightly that it would have been imperceptible to anyone who knew him less, tugged at the knot in your chest and you finally turned towards him. You'd been so out of it that you hadn't even noticed that he'd finished wrapping up your hand and now simply held it between his own, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your palm.
"You didn't have to act out on my behalf. I know I was not… myself at the time, but I was and am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"I know. But you don't always have to do everything on your own. Especially--" you paused, sucking in a deep breath as you fought back the rising urge to cry "--especially not after what Simeon did to all of you. He had no right to strip you of your will like that, no right to try and control your anger just because he found it unsightly!"
Your chest heaved with each breath as tears began to drip slowly down your face, muffled sobs echoing in the confines of the bathroom. Your vision was blurred but you could still see the shape of Satan’s hand as he reached up to cup your face, brushing away some of the tears with an achingly tender touch. You spoke up again, speech halting and voice faltering as you tried to put your feelings into words. “Your anger, your wrath, is yours and yours alone. It isn’t mine, it isn’t Lucifer’s and it certainly isn’t Simeon’s. If you wanted to find a way to let go of some of that anger, then you’d have my support in every way I could offer it to you. But it would have to be your choice to take those steps and even then, you’d still have a right to your anger.”
You slumped forward, letting Satan guide you until your forehead was resting against the crown of his head, blonde strands tickling at your nose as he took the brunt of your weight against himself. The hand still holding yours had shifted so that he was cradling yours against his chest, his other arm snaking around your back so that he could take a fistful of your shirt and hold you closer. You let your own arm fall along his shoulder, hand draped across the nape of his neck. “You are Satan, one of the Seven Rulers of Hell, Wrath incarnate. I would not have you any other way.”
“Thank you,” he said simply, warm breath fanning across your collarbone.
You two sat together quietly for some time, holding on to each other even as Satan’s hair grew damp from your tears and your hand started to grow numb from its awkward positioning. Eventually, the silence was broken by a snort and you sat up, ignoring the discomfort of sitting upright after being hunched over for so long in favor of looking at Satan questioningly.
He shook his head, lips pulling up into a small smile as he composed himself. “It’s nothing, really. I was just thinking that Lucifer is going to be livid when he hears that you injured yourself by hitting a demon with your bare hands.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that as well, giving his hand a squeeze. “You’re probably right but, well. I’d take that over all the righteousness and piety any time.”
“Yeah,” Satan said softly, squeezing your hand back, “me too.”
This is the second part of my 500 Followers celebration!
This event is for writers, artists, and those who do both!
I was heavily inspired by both @nakunakunomi‘s Cliché Event, and @burnthoneymint‘s Birthday Event (please go show these two some love), and since I have been wanting to host an event like this for a while, I figured now would be a good time!
The idea is this:
Writers:
Send me an ask with what fandom you’ll be writing for, and whether you’d like a Naughty or a Nice prompt.
Naughty prompts are more Sinful, while Nice Prompts are Fluffy and SFW!
You can ask for up to 2 Nice Prompts, and 1 Naughty, for a total of 3 prompts. In response to your ask, I will give you a random Holiday/Winter themed writing prompt!
Artists:
Send an ask with the fandom you’ll be drawing for, and I will send you 1 random word prompt! You can turn this random word both Naughty or Nice for your artwork
If you do both Art and Writing, you can have a total of 4 prompts!
Example Ask: I would like to write for One Piece, could I please get 1 Naughty and 1 Nice prompt please?
You can ask for your prompt starting now!
End Date for Asking for Prompts: December 15th 5pm US PST
Deadline to turn in your Entries: January 5th at 5pm US PST
Rules:
This event is purely for fun, so please don’t pressure yourself to be extremely perfect! Just enjoy!
Tag your event entries as #seastones naughty and nice , @ me, and DM me with a link so I don’t miss it!
Please put content warnings on any sinful pieces
You’re free to write/draw whatever you would like as long as you follow the basics of the prompt you are given
Writing can be at any length as long as it’s in scenario format
Drawing can be a fully colored digital, traditional, line art, black and white, or a sketch—as long as it represents your prompt and fandom
Writing can be x reader, x OC, or even canon x canon
You can ask for your prompts all at once, or one at a time; just as long as you do it before the end date
You can ask to do multiple fandoms
This is not for experienced writers/artists only; if you would like to give writing/drawing a chance and are at a newer skill level, please feel free to enter!
You can write/draw for any characters you’d like in the fandom you chose
If you do not feel comfortable writing/drawing for Christmas, let me know and I’ll give you a Winter Prompt
Fandoms I’ll Accept: One Piece, Black Clover, Fire Force, Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia
Everyone who puts out an entry will have their work featured in a Masterlist; as well as get 1 Free Early Pass for my Askbox! (AKA You can claim a spot early in any of my box openings)
I will also choose 6 random winners who all get a bonus Early Pass, and the following:
1 Scenario (1k-3k words) for 1 Character
2 Sets of Long Headcanons (600-1.2k words) for up to 3 Characters
3 Sets of Short Headcanons (100-500 words) for up to 3 Characters
That should be it everyone! Thank you so much for following me, and I hope you enjoy this event!
I've finished watching Dragon Ball Super so the list of things I write for will be updating to include that and I've also decided to add Monster Prom/Camp, HxH, and A3!
Can i please request I,K,L,O with Luffy Um sorry for spamming your ask box but i like your writing and um sorry👉🏻👈🏻 I read the rules tho so I won’t ask anything else Sorry Ok Bye Sorry again 👉🏻👈🏻
Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Like most others on the crew your life has been changed drastically, for the better you'd say, thanks to Luffy. As childish and simple minded as he may be, he's never wanted anything less than the best for those he cares about and whatever burdens you bear, he'd be there to help.
Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Despite all the advice he's received from the others (some of which you had to very quickly unteach him) your first kiss with him could be described, at best, as sloppy. He gets better over time but he's always just a little too enthusiastic, and you end up bumping noses or teeth more often than not, though you can't find it in you to be bothered.
Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
Luffy comes right out and says he likes you as soon as it occurs to him that he likes you in a way different to the rest of the crew. The others, namely Sanji, Nami and Usopp, are exasperated that he didn't do anything more romantic, but Luffy is Luffy and you two seem happy enough so they can't complain.
On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Luffy has always been straightforward with his feelings. If he doesn't like someone, he'd tell them point blank. If he saw someone as a friend, then they were his friend, regardless of whether or not they wanted that title. Romantic feelings are a new ballpark for him but he knows for certain that he always has a better time when you're around so he spends more time around you. He doesn't overthink things, when he wants to kiss you, he goes and kisses you, when he wants a hug, he hugs you, to him it's all very simple. That is, once he's figured out what it was he was feeling towards you. It was equal parts painful and hilarious (one more so than the other depending on who you asked) for the rest of the crew to watch you two slowly realize that you'd fallen for each other.
Hello! I was wondering if you could do an Obey me (Lucifer, Satan, and Mammon) with them being jealous and ranting to there s/o about it and there s/o kisses them to just make them be quiet about it, how would they react? Thank you in advance!
Lucifer
Admitting that he was jealous of how much time you were spending with his brothers would be a blow to his pride. Vulnerability in any shape or form is something he struggles with, even after you two begin dating. He doesn't rant but he is in the middle of making a "casual" comment on how you're free to spend your time how you please, only to be cut-off by the press of your lips against his. He indulges in the kiss for a few moments but when he pulls back he tells you that it's rude to interrupt people when they're talking. His countenance is a tad brighter than before though and there's a slight, satisfied smirk on his face so you know he's been appeased.
Satan
Satan only really rants when recounting some time his wrath was invoked and remembering how mad he was, makes him mad again. Jealousy is unbecoming of him and it's different than the usual white hot rage he so often feels, more of an acidic weight that sits unpleasantly in his chest whenever his brothers monopolize your attention for too long. He does his best to restrain himself in front of you but as his brothers continue to intrude upon his time with you his anger starts to pick up steam and he starts to excuse himself only to be silenced by your kiss. You keep it brief, just a quick peck as he's not one for PDA, and like that his anger is gone. He's quite content to sit back now, comfortable in the knowledge that even if the others continue to take up your time, only he gets to experience this side of you.
Mammon
Mammon is not at all hesitant or afraid to voice his complaints and this is hardly the first time he's ranted about being your first man, the one most deserving of your affection, and it likely won't be the last. Despite the front he puts up you're well aware of the fact that his insecurities often get the best of him, especially when it comes to having to compete with his brothers for your time. Luckily you're skilled in the art of simultaneously getting him to quiet down and cheer up. All it takes is for the faintest brush of your lips against his and his rant is derailed, forgotten in favor of chasing after your lips when you pull back. His face is flushed and he's having somewhat of a hard time meeting your eyes with his, but he insists that he's the Avatar of Greed and you can't expect him to be satisfied with one measly little kiss that was so brief it hardly even counted. He's quick to forget whatever it was he'd been talking about when you enthusiastically oblige his request.
If anyone has any Halloween prompts I'll be taking them until midnight and then continuing to answer them throughout November/December! So please feel free to send some in!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Diavolo/Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Diavolo/Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)
Characters: Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Barbatos (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Reader
Additional Tags: if solmare wont let me be gay for diavolo, then i will just write it myself, and throw in lucifer too bc im gay AND greedy, MC has magic, office romance but for college students, but if im into diavolo, and youre into diavolo, whos gonna do all this paperwork, barbatos thats who, Gender-Neutral Pronouns
Summary:
All you wanted was to graduate in peace and settle down in some nice, quiet town, working in a library far, far away from anything remotely magical, supernatural, or otherwise out of the ordinary. Instead you're stuck playing assistant to the lord of all demons and his right hand man. You'd always had it drilled into your head that making a deal with a demon was one of the worst choices you could ever make, but if it means getting to live debt free, with the guarantee of never having to see any of them again, then it just might be worth it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lucifer/reader, Diavolo/Reader, Diavolo/Lucifer, Diavolo/Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader
Characters: Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Barbatos (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Reader
Additional Tags: if solmare wont let me be gay for diavolo, then i will just write it myself, and throw in lucifer too bc im gay AND greedy, MC has magic, And Common Sense, bc those demons did not think things thru, before just dumping some human into the devildom, office romance but for college students, but if im into diavolo, and youre into diavolo, whos gonna do all this paperwork, barbatos thats who
Summary:
All you wanted was to graduate in peace and settle down in some nice, quiet town, working in a library far, far away from anything remotely magical, supernatural, or otherwise out of the ordinary. Instead you're stuck playing assistant to the lord of all demons and his right hand man. You'd always had it drilled into your head that making a deal with a demon was one of the worst choices you could ever make, but if it means getting to live debt free, with the guarantee of never having to see any of them again, then it just might be worth it.
Hello! Love your blog! Wondering if I could request Ace/Sabo (individually) when they see that their long time marine friend (who they developed feelings for) chooses them over their duty, (like if they were ordered by an admiral to execute them in battle, and they refuse?) I honestly just really like star crossed lover trope with a happy ending haha...
I got a little carried away writing Ace's part and ran out of steam but if you would still like me to write the Sabo one just drop me an ask!
Garp had tried time and time again to convince both Ace and Luffy to become marines. He'd never made any headway in convincing them but you were a different case. Ace had always been clear about his intentions to set sail as a pirate and you'd been equally vocal in your desire to become a marine, but when you eventually parted ways in pursuit of your dreams it was amicable.
You two ran into each other multiple times over the years, both coincidentally and on purpose. You often spent time together in tiny port towns, catching up with each other. Garp went out of his way to ensure that you were never assigned any missions involving the Whitebeard pirates and Ace's crewmates knew better than to engage you in a fight.
You're currently assigned to the transport ship they use to escort high level criminals when news of Ace's capture spreads. You're there when Blackbeard tosses Ace, bloodied and unconscious, into the brig, his grating laughter ringing in your ears as you fight back the urge to launch yourself at him.
Not only are you one of Garp's protégés, a status that places you far above the average recruit, but you are strong in your own right, known by your peers as a competent, powerful rookie who is destined to rise through the ranks. It's why no one sees it coming when you creep into the brig in the middle of the night, knocking out the guards before they can even realize what's going on, and free Ace from his shackles. He's still a mess from his fight with Blackbeard and drifting in and out of consciousness but you manage to carry him to the deck, dodging past patrolling guards until you make it to the small ship tied to the side.
You've settled Ace into the boat and for a moment you think that you might be able to make a clean getaway but the abrupt, piercing shrill of the alarm dashes your hopes. You rush to lower the boat but before you can release the clamps there are dozens of marines on the deck. The vast majority of them are visibly shocked and confused though there are some who are already glaring at you, weapons clutched in white knuckled grips. The vice admiral currently in charge of the transport ship, a friend of Garp's who had agreed to take you on as a favor, steps forward, looking sad even as he unholstered his flintlock.
"You know there’s no going back.”
You do. You’re fully aware that once you leave this ship, your career is over and you will be labeled a traitor, worse than even the most villainous scum locked up in the depths of Impel Down. But you also know that if you step back down, let this blow over as a brief lapse in judgment, that they will kill him, and you can’t watch him die.
You give one last salute, coat flapping in the wind, and then the small ship you’re on crashes down onto the sea below, skipping over the waves as you use your devil fruit to propel it forward. By the time the first cannon is fired you’re already out of range and the other ship quickly disappears into the darkness.
You're familiar with Whitebeard's territory and quickly set a course to the nearest island under his protection. It'll be another day and a half till you get there, sooner if you forgo rest and use your devil fruit to keep the ship moving at top speed, but you've put plenty of distance between you and the transport ship so for now you're focused on patching Ace up to the best of your abilities. You'd had the foresight to stash some supplies on board before enacting your rescue plan and you're thankful that you did because Ace's wounds are extensive and he'd been given no medical treatment after his capture.
The sun is just barely starting to rise, painting the sky in shades of pink, orange, and yellow. Your adrenaline has faded and you're exhausted but unwilling to sleep and you've preoccupied yourself with tending to Ace's more superficial injuries. You're so focused on cleaning a series of small cuts on his face that you don't even notice that he's begun to stir and it's not until you glance up at his eyes, which are open and trained on you, that you realize he's finally awake. You instinctively move to pull back but he catches your hand in his, weaving his fingers between yours and trapping your palm against his cheek.
"Hey." His smile is more tired and worn than it usually is but it's no less sincere and you take a moment to just look at him, this man you've loved since you were children, who you just came very close to losing.
There's no hesitation when you move to kiss him and Ace responds just as easily, free hand cupping your face as he moves his thumb to brush away some of the tears that now fall freely from your eyes. Later you two will need to talk about your feelings for each other, feelings that have largely remained unspoken over the years you've known each other. You will have to discuss what your new status as fugitive entails, how to deal with Blackbeard who remains at large, and a myriad of other things that will ripple out into the world as a consequence of your actions. But for now it is just the two of you, out on the open sea.
Hello! Love your blog! Wondering if I could request Ace/Sabo (individually) when they see that their long time marine friend (who they developed feelings for) chooses them over their duty, (like if they were ordered by an admiral to execute them in battle, and they refuse?) I honestly just really like star crossed lover trope with a happy ending haha...
I got a little carried away writing Ace's part and ran out of steam but if you would still like me to write the Sabo one just drop me an ask!
Garp had tried time and time again to convince both Ace and Luffy to become marines. He'd never made any headway in convincing them but you were a different case. Ace had always been clear about his intentions to set sail as a pirate and you'd been equally vocal in your desire to become a marine, but when you eventually parted ways in pursuit of your dreams it was amicable.
You two ran into each other multiple times over the years, both coincidentally and on purpose. You often spent time together in tiny port towns, catching up with each other. Garp went out of his way to ensure that you were never assigned any missions involving the Whitebeard pirates and Ace's crewmates knew better than to engage you in a fight.
You're currently assigned to the transport ship they use to escort high level criminals when news of Ace's capture spreads. You're there when Blackbeard tosses Ace, bloodied and unconscious, into the brig, his grating laughter ringing in your ears as you fight back the urge to launch yourself at him.
Not only are you one of Garp's protégés, a status that places you far above the average recruit, but you are strong in your own right, known by your peers as a competent, powerful rookie who is destined to rise through the ranks. It's why no one sees it coming when you creep into the brig in the middle of the night, knocking out the guards before they can even realize what's going on, and free Ace from his shackles. He's still a mess from his fight with Blackbeard and drifting in and out of consciousness but you manage to carry him to the deck, dodging past patrolling guards until you make it to the small ship tied to the side.
You've settled Ace into the boat and for a moment you think that you might be able to make a clean getaway but the abrupt, piercing shrill of the alarm dashes your hopes. You rush to lower the boat but before you can release the clamps there are dozens of marines on the deck. The vast majority of them are visibly shocked and confused though there are some who are already glaring at you, weapons clutched in white knuckled grips. The vice admiral currently in charge of the transport ship, a friend of Garp's who had agreed to take you on as a favor, steps forward, looking sad even as he unholstered his flintlock.
"You know there’s no going back.”
You do. You’re fully aware that once you leave this ship, your career is over and you will be labeled a traitor, worse than even the most villainous scum locked up in the depths of Impel Down. But you also know that if you step back down, let this blow over as a brief lapse in judgment, that they will kill him, and you can’t watch him die.
You give one last salute, coat flapping in the wind, and then the small ship you’re on crashes down onto the sea below, skipping over the waves as you use your devil fruit to propel it forward. By the time the first cannon is fired you’re already out of range and the other ship quickly disappears into the darkness.
You're familiar with Whitebeard's territory and quickly set a course to the nearest island under his protection. It'll be another day and a half till you get there, sooner if you forgo rest and use your devil fruit to keep the ship moving at top speed, but you've put plenty of distance between you and the transport ship so for now you're focused on patching Ace up to the best of your abilities. You'd had the foresight to stash some supplies on board before enacting your rescue plan and you're thankful that you did because Ace's wounds are extensive and he'd been given no medical treatment after his capture.
The sun is just barely starting to rise, painting the sky in shades of pink, orange, and yellow. Your adrenaline has faded and you're exhausted but unwilling to sleep and you've preoccupied yourself with tending to Ace's more superficial injuries. You're so focused on cleaning a series of small cuts on his face that you don't even notice that he's begun to stir and it's not until you glance up at his eyes, which are open and trained on you, that you realize he's finally awake. You instinctively move to pull back but he catches your hand in his, weaving his fingers between yours and trapping your palm against his cheek.
"Hey." His smile is more tired and worn than it usually is but it's no less sincere and you take a moment to just look at him, this man you've loved since you were children, who you just came very close to losing.
There's no hesitation when you move to kiss him and Ace responds just as easily, free hand cupping your face as he moves his thumb to brush away some of the tears that now fall freely from your eyes. Later you two will need to talk about your feelings for each other, feelings that have largely remained unspoken over the years you've known each other. You will have to discuss what your new status as fugitive entails, how to deal with Blackbeard who remains at large, and a myriad of other things that will ripple out into the world as a consequence of your actions. But for now it is just the two of you, out on the open sea.
Hello !! Can i maybe request how Dabi, Todoroki and Bakugo would react to a trans ftm s/o finally coming out to them? Maybe they were in a relationship before and they used the wrong pronouns? If you don't feel comfortable writing you can skip it, thank you 💕
I don't write for minors unless the prompt is strictly platonic but if you'd like to send this prompt in again with Dabi and some other characters I'd be more than happy to complete it for you! You can refer to my rules if you have any other questions about what I will and will not write and if you can't find an answer there feel free to send in an ask
hey! hope you're having a good day!! could i get some h/cs for the asl brothers and their reaction when s/o pulls their hat over their eyes and gives them a surprise smooch?
Sabo
While he appears to be distracted, he's always acutely aware of his surroundings and whenever you do manage to get the drop on him it's because he let you. He knows you're following him and he pretends not to notice as you draw closer. When you push his hat over his eyes he laughs and goes to fix it, assuming that's the extent of your little prank. The press of your lips against his genuinely catches him off guard and he fumbles to try and catch you before you skip back out of his reach. There's a red flush to his face and he looks rather flustered but his smile is bright and happy when he steps forward to draw you in for another kiss.
Ace
One of Ace's favorite things to do is tease you until you get worked up enough to try and shut him up. When you shove his hat down over his face after another one of his many flirtatious comments his lazy smile remains unchanged and when you dart in to kiss him he's quick enough to wrap an arm around your waist before you can move away again, using his free hand to knock his hat back so it's out of the way. The kiss is languid and unhurried, the movement of his hand sliding up to cup the back of your head equally casual. When he finally pulls back you're both panting lightly and his freckles are highlighted by the red staining his cheeks.
Luffy
Luffy often does dumb things that you can't help but find endearing, no matter how often Nami scolds him for doing it and you for encouraging him. He's just done something that is sure to bring her wrath down upon the both of you but you ignore your impending doom in favor of tipping his hat down over his eyes. You take a moment to appreciate the way he pouts up at you before swooping in to kiss him. He immediately forgets about complaining about your treatment of his hat in favor of wrapping you in his arms, laughing even as he leans into the kiss.
